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[djossi1990]

**15 Diaper Discipline Punishments**

1. 12-Hour Lock-In

You’re double-diapered, locked, and *not allowed* a change until the full 12 hours pass—no matter how wet or messy you get.

2. Humiliation Script Reading

You must read aloud a script Mommy wrote for you: “Why I wear diapers,” “Why I am not ready for potty training,” etc.—on video or voice note.

3. No Diaper Change Overnight

If you misbehave before bed? You sleep in *whatever condition* your diaper is in. And you won’t be checked until morning.

4. Public Crinkle Walk

Padded heavily under clothes. Waddling obvious. Mommy walks behind you in control, just in case someone *hears*.

5. Diapered Chores Only

No clothes. No excuses. Just a pacifier, a chore list, and your thick diaper crinkling with every step.

6. Messy Wait Time

Once you’ve messed, you’re not allowed to whine, hint, or ask for a change. You *sit in it*. Mommy decides when you’ve had enough.

7. Sissy Time (If applicable)

You act bratty? You get dressed like a good little diapered sissy—pretty, pink, frilly, and humiliated.

8. Phone Confiscation

Big boys don’t behave like babies? No phone, no screen time—only coloring books, plushies, and baby toys allowed for 24h.

9. Full Diaper Diary

You record every wetting, messing, feeding, and change—with times, descriptions, and “feelings.” Mommy reviews it.

10. Spoken Confession

You kneel. Hands in lap. Look Mommy in the eyes and say what you did wrong, how it made you feel, and why you deserve punishment.

11. Bondage with No Change Permission

Hands restrained. Thick diaper taped. No release or change until you’ve begged and proven obedience.

12. Public Audio

You record an audio for Mommy saying, “I am a diapered baby. I obey. I mess myself. And I need Mommy.” She decides who hears it.

13. No Bathroom for 48h

You're not trusted anymore. Every bodily function goes in the diaper. That’s your new rule. Two full days. No exceptions.

14. Gagged & Plugged Time-Out

Silenced and filled. Sitting. Still. Diapered. Waiting. Mommy’s rules. You *wanted* strict? You got it.

15. Punishment Bottle

A bottle filled with a mix Mommy chooses: prune juice, warm formula, laxative tea…

Drink it all. Then wait. Then obey.

Strict. Unyielding. Controlled.

[djossi1990]

Nurse knows best

The little one squirmed helplessly on the padded medical table, their thick diaper crinkling loudly under them.

They were already so far gone — their pacifier bobbing between whimpers, their body flushed and trembling from need.

The “nurse” — dressed in her crisp, snowy uniform — smiled sweetly down at her fussy little patient.

“Poor thing,” she cooed, sliding a gloved hand gently over the swollen front of their diaper.

“So full… so needy… looks like somebody’s overdue for a little relief.”

The little one mewled around their pacifier, unable to form words, just arching slightly into her touch.

Their diaper was already soaked — warmth spreading with every tiny twitch — but that wasn’t the only problem Nurse needed to fix.

“You’re not supposed to hold all that in, baby,” she whispered, voice dripping with mock pity.

“Mommy-Nurse is here to help. Just relax… let go for me, sweetheart.”

With slow, deliberate strokes, she began to massage the front of their thick, puffy padding.

It was maddening — the friction of the swollen diaper against their aching little body, the soft crinkling sounds, the scent of powder and helplessness filling the room.

It didn’t take long.

With a broken, muffled cry, the little one bucked weakly against the padding — flooding their diaper again as a hot, sticky rush spilled out inside it.

Nurse just smiled and kept going.

After all, she wasn’t finished yet.

“There we go… that’s one,” she purred, gently rubbing firm, slow circles over their diaper.

“Come on, baby. Nurse knows you can give me more.”

The overstimulation made them sob into their pacifier, their thighs trembling, their hips jerking helplessly into her hand.

Another wet, sticky pulse filled their diaper, the crinkles growing louder with every needy squirm.

“That’s two…” she whispered in their ear, her breath sending shivers down their spine.

“Such a messy, milky baby… Nurse is so proud.”

By the third time — when their whole body seized up in one last, desperate release — the little one was a babbling, incoherent mess.

Tears pricked their eyes, drool dribbled past their pacifier, and their once-firm body collapsed completely limp against the crinkly table.

Nurse cooed and kissed their forehead, cradling their exhausted form.

“All empty now,” she murmured, patting the swollen, leaking diaper affectionately.

“My sweet little patient made such a big, sticky mess for Nurse.”

Off to the next patient 😉

[djossi1990]

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.

[djossi1990]

Cute Without the E

“Sit down, babe. We need to talk.”

“Excuse me, little one? That is not how you speak to Daddy.”

“You’re right,” she says cryptically, “That’s not how I speak to Daddy.”

The sudden coolness in her voice and the casual authority of her demeanor send shivers down my spine. What is going on? But I will not let my little talk to me like that.

“Drop the attitude, sweetie. I’m not in the mood,” I snarl, trying to cover my confusion.

“Or what?”

Something is wrong.

That wasn’t a playful invitation—it was a challenge. There was menace in her eyes.

Taking advantage of my hesitation, she doubles down. “That’s what I thought. You really are adorable, did you know that? Far too adorable to be a Daddy.”

Her words hit me like a physical blow. My mind is fuzzy, unresponsive. “What’s gotten into you, silly? Someone is acting far too big for her diapers!” I mutter, sounding far less confident than I hoped.

“No, sweetie, it’s you that’s been acting far too big for his diapers,” she sneers, “For too long I let you play Daddy, pretending it's not absurd that my 'Daddy' spends more time in diapers than his little.”

“You kno—.”

“Hush,” she interrupts, pressing a finger to my lips, “I don’t care what you have to say. Be a good boy and listen. You’re not my Daddy—not anymore. To be honest, I can’t believe you ever were. I found a real Daddy. A real man. Not some incontinent diaper boy like you.”

Despite my efforts to stay composed, my eyes grow wide in fear and humiliation.

“He doesn’t pretend to be a strong, dominant Daddy. He just is. Submitting to him feels natural. The difference between the two of you is laughable. I never realized how much I had to convince myself you were in charge until I met him.”

My heart pounds at breakneck speed. Each beat ripples violently around my body. I stand there, dumbfounded, knowing how stupid I must look, but my body refuses to obey my commands.

“Face it, you’re not a Daddy. You never were. It’s my fault. I should have known. How can someone be a Daddy when they helplessly pee themselves all day, every day? You might think you’re some strong, dominant man, but we both know that’s as ridiculous as the soggy diaper poofing between your legs. You haven’t been a real man since you lost your potty training.”

She walks over to me, her eyes drilling holes into my soul. She casually unbuttons my pants. I don’t even put up a fight, so overwhelmed by her sudden onslaught. She grabs my diaper inquisitorially.

“Awww, it’s hot! Did someone make tinkle winkles while Mommy teased hims? Yes, you did! Yes you did!”

“M-mommy?” I rasp, mouth dry as the Sahara.

“Yes, baby. Mommy. What did you expect? Daddy and I already discussed it. You’re too cute to just set free. And besides, you’ll probably go off trying to find some other poor woman to try and Daddy. I won't let that happen. You belong here as my diapered plaything, baby.”

“I…I won’t,” I moan.

“Yes, you will, baby. This is your rightful place. And you can even be my cute widdle diaper friend when I’m in little space! Ugh, you’ll be so cutie! So sweet and shy with your soggy diaper exposed for all to see, but so eager to please!”

“And all the while wondering how I’m so much littler than you, but you’re the one who needs his diapees! Poor thing, you’ll pout because it’s so unfair! You’re supposed to be a big boy! Waa! Ugh, it’s too cutie patootie to imagine.”

All I want to do is run. Run and never look back. But I don’t. I stand there like a buffoon.

What is wrong with me?

“Don’t worry, sweetie pie, you’ll love your new life, I promise! No more pretending your diapers don’t make you less of a man. They do! And now you won’t struggle with it. The truth will set you free, you’ll see!”

 “B-but I don’t want a Daddy!” I squeak.

“Oh, silly boy! He’s my Daddy, not yours. You’re just some pathetic diaper boy who lives in our guest room to him. Oh, I forgot to mention, you’re moving to the guest room.”

“W-what about u-us?” I whisper.

“What about us? I’m your Mommy. Not your girlfriend. That’s all that matters to you, little one.”

She stares at me expectantly—daring me to rebel.

“Oh, I almost forgot! I threw away all your boring white medical diapers. You need some more appropriate diapers for someone of your, well, status. So I got you three cases of Little Kings!”

“What are those?” I ask sheepishly.

“Awww, I forget you think you’re too 'manly' for ABDL diapers. Adorable. You’ll love these, though! They look exactly like oversized Pampers! Isn’t that perfect? Because you’re just an oversized baby! I mean 33, unpotty-trained, and still in diapers?”

“I-I-I…” I trail off, dejected and beaten.

She grabs my hand, pulling me to the guest—ugh—my room. I immediately trip over the pants she pulled down.

“Oh no, baby!” she laughs, “Mommy forgot to take your pants off! So silly of me!”

Her smile only broadens when we walk into my room. Ten horrible, infantilizing Little Kings diapers strewn across the bed.

My heart skips a beat, maybe two, when I see how babyish the Little Kings are. I can't wear those! This can't be real.

“Lay down, baby. Let’s get you into a real diaper.”

I cringe in utter humiliation. No one has ever changed my diaper before. Not even her. I’m supposed to be the one changing her diaper.

“Someone’s a blushy baby! Look how rosy-red your cheeks are! Is someone excited for Mommy to change hims diapees from now on?”

I cover my face in shame. Hating myself for letting this happen so quickly. For succumbing without a fight. Am I that pathetic?

“This feels right, doesn't it, sweetie! You're right where you belong!”

Ugh.

[djossi1990]

Hi 🥰

Ich wollte mich einmal bei meinen Followern kurz vorstellen und kurz erläutern, wie es dazu kam, dass in Windeln anfing zu shooten.

Zu meiner Person:

Ich bin die Kitty Sophie, Transgender (MtF ohne Post OP), Pansexuell, Liebe gute vegetarische und vegane Gerichte, bin 39 jahre jung aus der nähe von Hamburg.

Hobbys:

Ich liebe es zu Fotografieren und zu shooten, gerade, wenn ich für euch in Windeln neue Fotos oder tolle reizende Clips drehen kann, neben der Fotografie, bin ich eine leidenschaftliches Gamergirl. Ich liebe es, wenn ich meine Kreative gedanken freien lauf lassen kann.

Woher kommt die leidenschaft in Windel zu shooten?

Die leidenschaft in Windeln zu shooten oder Videos zu drehen, kommt durch meine Gesundheit, meiner Nächtlichen Harn Inkontinenz, neben der Inkontinenz, leide ich unter einer Kindliche Persönlichkeitsstörung (Ich habe eine diagnostizierte Borderline mit Persönkeitsstörung /BPS), die meinen Alltag schwerer machen. So gesehen bin ich neben mein leben als Frau, ein reales Little (Eines 4 Jähriges Mädchen, was ich aber aus dem Internet raus halte). Es ist nicht einfach 2 Persönlichenkeiten zu haben und habe sehr darunter gelitten, so dass ich aufgehört hatte mich selbst zu lieben und schwere Depressionen bekam und mich als Frau minderwertig fühlte.

Durch die Fotografie hab ich ein starkes selbstbewusstsein aufbauen können, es bereite mir zusätzlich freude und spaß an der fotografie. Gerade, wenn ich mich als Frau zu 100% Selbst lieben kann und das auch in Windeln.

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In English:

Hi 🥰

I wanted to introduce myself to my followers and briefly explain how I started shooting in diapers.

About me:

I'm Kitty Sophie, transgender (male to female), pansexual, love good vegetarian and vegan dishes, am 39 years old and live near Hamburg.

Hobbies:

I love taking photos and shooting, especially when I can take new photos or great, charming clips for you in diapers. Besides photography, I'm a passionate gamer girl. I love it when I can let my creative thoughts run free.

Where does the passion for shooting in diapers come from?

My passion for shooting or making videos in diapers comes from my health, my nighttime urinary incontinence. In addition to the incontinence, I suffer from a childhood personality disorder (I have a diagnosed borderline personality disorder/BPD), which makes my everyday life more difficult. In this sense, in addition to my life as a woman, I am a real little (a 4-year-old girl, but I keep her off the internet). It is not easy to have two personalities and I suffered a lot from it, so that I stopped loving myself and became severely depressed and felt inferior as a woman.

Through photography I was able to build up a strong self-confidence, it also gives me joy and fun in photography. Especially when I can love myself 100% as a woman, even in diapers.

[djossi1990]

Mommy is back on diaper duty part 3

As we went to the car, Justin said:

"That was so embarrassing, did that really have to happen, mom?"

"Let mommy handle that, that's not your business, Justin. You poop your Pampers, i'll take care of the rest. You don't have to tell me what to do, mommy knows best!" 🤭

"Ok ok, no need to be rude, mom..."

"Then that's that. How about we grab a bite to eat at Taco Bell before we head home? Are you hungry?"

"Um...yeah, i am pretty hungry, tbh!"

As we walked towards Taco Bell, he suddenly slowed down. I knew what was happening - he peed in his Pampers again...but I'm not going to bring it up. Babies pee their diapers, wherever they are. No need to address that. 🤭

After placing our order at Taco Bell, we found a table and talked about the upcoming days. I think he was afraid of me exposing him in our village or to our friends. Of course, I won't - but he'll definitely get a sense of who's in charge.

After a while, our order arrived, we ate and chatted a little about his special needs...I wasn't aware that diapers were a thing for him ever since... 😆

He said, when he was younger, almost out of diapers, he peed his Pampers on purpose, so he could still wear them... Um, ok?! Didn't know that... ☺️

As we went back through the mall to the car, i again checked his diaper, just to make sure, he won't leak when driving back home...

"All good, baby! Just a little squishy down there!" I smiled at him.

While driving home, Justin became quiet. I asked if everything was okay?!

"Um... can we... i mean i know i am diapered, but... um.. mom, can we please stop at a rest area for a moment? I have to go #2..."

I was smiling at him: "No need for that, just let it happen, it's ok! Babys do that in their diaper"😋

"Mooom, how am i supposed to go #2, when you sit right besides me, talking?! I just can't! Besides, I'm sitting down, how am I supposed to go in my diaper?!"

"You'll learn it, every baby has to go poopies in their diaper, while sitting down at some point. It's natural. Just open the window, we still have 15 min to go... "

Justin was looking angry at me, trying to avoid to go in his diaper...

"May you need your binky to relax? When you were younger, you always had to have your binky, when going boomies in your Pampers" 😂

"Mooom, I really have other problems right now!"

"Well ok, was just an offer" 😋

After a while, he pushed himself up from the seat to make some room in his diaper...He looked intently, a dull fart sound appeared....it suddenly began to smell a little... 💩

I encouraged him and said: "Good boy, see, that's how toddlers do it! Wasn't that difficult, was it?"

"That's so gross, mom.... i feel so gross rn"

I laughed at him: "Well son, that's what a toddler in diapers gets to experience every day, better get used to it!"

After we got home, we brought all his diapers and supplies upstairs....

He afraidly was asking, why i bought lockable plastic pants and mittens.

"Just in case, Justin"

"Just in case what, mom???"

"...just in case you choose to disobey mommy again!"

"Mom, come on! I don't need that, i will not wear any of those!!!"

"Sorry hun, the decision is not yours. Baby's do, what mommy says! Now help me setting up your changing place! I still have your old changing mat upstairs."

He was in his poopy diaper still, but he didn't dare to ask for a diaper change right now...

We set up a diaper changing station, unpacked some diapers, and placed a tube of Desitin and the powder on the changing table.

I decided to not change him right away, he should get used to his full diaper. 💩😅

"I'm going to cook something for us for tomorrow. Since i'm invited to Luise's house by 10am, i will not have the time to cook tomorrow. You can go upstairs meanwhile, play a little computer games or whatever you guys use to do these days."

As I started cooking, I thought: He'll regret not following the rules this morning... When I go to Luise tomorrow, he'll be surprised... 🤭

As he sat at his computer, in his full diaper still, he considered the entire situation. Was it as he had imagined it to be in his blog stories? Yes and no, his "little self" loved being led, but his adult self often couldn't get used to the situation. He hadn't expected that...

After a while he got back to the kitchen...

"Um mom...i....i...um, my diaper is still...um guess it will be leaking soon...can you please..."

"Ah, you're right, wait."

I went to my bedroom to pick up his rubber pants...

"Come over to mommy, take your Jeans off"

"What? Nooo mom, why?"

"Cause i don't want my little stinker to mess up my property! Foot up... the other one too... ahhh, there we go. Don't worry, I will leave it unlocked for now...."

"But why not just change my diaper?"

"Cause I'm busy cooking rn!"

Annoyed, he let it happen and went upstairs again...

After i was done prepping our meal, i went upstairs, to finally change his diaper...

"Mommy's here, diapychange!"😋

"Huh, didn't i put you in your baby pants? Where is it? Why did you take it off? You're not allowed to do that, mister, you should know better!!!"

"And that is why i bought lockable mittens for you! I know my boy...! Where's your binky?"

"Nooohooo mommy..."

"Oh yes, mister! You decided to take em off, not me...That was a mistake!"

I went to the bathroom to get his binky and mittens.

"Open your mouth!"

"Now where's your baby pants?"

Binkyface stared at me, fell back on his bum, begun to smile, but didn't answer.

I begun to put his hands in the mittens. He didn't fight it at all, i was a little confused...

"Justin, where. are. your. baby. pants?"

He was pointing at the trash can under the table.

"Oh dear... Really Justin? Stand up, lay down on the changing mat, now!

He did.

I opened up one of the Pampers Babydry packs and took 2 diapers out. Cute. 🤭

"You'll soon regret that, mister! 😆

"I hate plastic pants, mom. I don't need plastic pants!"

"Leave that to mommy! When i put you in plastic pants, you'll wear em!"

I began to open his diaper, his poopies have squished all around his bum...well, not only his bum...naughty baby...💩

When i finally wiped all of his mess off, i took some desitin and made sure to put it anywhere in the whole diaper area. We don't want my baby to get a rash! 🤭

I unfolded two of his Pampers and begun to put him in the first one and closed it.

"Bum up! Here comes no. 2!"

I proceeded to cut holes in the first diaper, so i could put a second one on top.

Added 2 of the pampers diapers to it and closed it pretty tight. Now that's my babyboy! 🚼😋

"Stand up!"

He couldn't close his legs at all, while standing in front of me with his binky and mittens on. Definitly the right moment to explain him the rules again...😂

"Listen Justin: You are not allowed to play with your diapers, you are not allowed to take them off, or change them yourself! If i put you in plastic pants, you'll leave them where they are. Your diaper-area is off-limits!

The bathroom will remain locked, and if you disobey Mommy again, I will come up with another punishment! Do you understand that, Justin?"

"He nodded his head"

"Good boy, oh guess it's time for nigh nighs..."

"But mom, It's still light outside - it's 7:30pm, come on, why?" he mumbled through his pacifier

"Cause mommy said so! You chose to disobey mommy, now you'll have to suffer the consequences! Btw, i know you've been at the big boys potty after your shower yesterday... Shouldn't have done that...Come with me...."

"I really had to go, what else should i've done???"

"Do what mommy told you! You should have brought your diaper downstairs and let me change you. Just as i said!"

I took him by the hand and brought him to bed.

"There you go, baby, i'll bring your baba"

While i was preparing his baba, i thought about mixing some Miralax in... Since tomorrow he will have to sit in his poopy Pampers anyways, let's educate my troublemaker a little...

I only used half of what was listed on the package insert. After all, he'll have to wear his Pampers until tomorrow early afternoon, when i'll get back home. We don't want him to leak.

I brought him his baba, made shure his paci is within his reach too.

"How am i supposed to drink with mittens on?" he asked

"You'll get used to it."

He looked so cute with this thick Pampers between his legs, sucking on his baba...

"How about i read you a little good night story, you loved that, when you were a toddler. I still have your baby books, found em at the attic yesterday."

I read him a little story, gave him a kiss on the forehead, covered him and said "Good night sweetie!"

When i went downstairs, i got back to my PC. I wanted to have a look, what else they make for "Adultbabys" like him.

Let me tell you, there's plenty! Rompers, bonnets, bodys, footed sleepers, paci's, paci-straps - you can find almost everything for babys in adult sizes too! ☺️

I couldn't resist buying him several bodys and a strap for his paci. You don't want your baby to loose his paci! 😅

Oh and such cute diapers, even though we have plenty, i couldn't resist buying another pack... or two...Too cute! 😆

After a while i heared him walking upstairs... Did the laxative work already?!

It sounded, as if he tried to go to the bathroom again. Nope. Still locked. 😋

Meanwhile upstairs

Justin's thoughts:

"Oh no... not yet... wait, she put those laxatives in my bottle... Nohooo...!

The bathroom is locked still and i really, really have to go... She got me... But i don't want to sleep in a poopy diaper, thats so mean!"

He got back to his room, tried to take his paci with his mittens, but failed... He had to go so bad that he immediately squatted down on his bed and surrendered to his fate... 💩

His poopies squished all around his bum...he felt so baby again... 🍼💯🚼

When he was done, he managed to get his paci in his mouth and tried to relax...

He was torn... On one hand, he loved the feeling of giving up control and having to go in his diaper and suck on his pacifier again. On the other hand, it feels strange to be treated like a toddler by his mother again. He's still especially embarrassed by having her change his poopy diaper. 💩😆

After thinking for a while, he fell asleep...

The next morning, he heard his mother scurrying around the house... She's going to a friend's house today.

He squishes his diaper...he seems to have wet himself unconsciously during the night - his diaper had gotten quite thick. When he moved, he remembered his full diaper...he'd lay there for a moment and enjoyed the feeling, when suddenly his mother came into his room...

"Good mooorning sweetie" she whispered through the door

"Good morning mom" he replied through his binky

"Did you sleep well, sweetie?"

"Mhm, thanks mom"

"When you're ready, come down, I've made breakfast" she left the room

Justin stood up, his diaper was hanging down his crotch already. He felt his diaper package and found that the outer diaper was still almost dry.

He waddled downstairs and got to the kitchen.

"Um mom, can you please take my mittens off?"

"Oh yea, of course, take a seat hun"

He sat down in his poopy diaper...there it was again, that baby-like feeling he somehow begun to love...

She took his mittens off and put breakfast on the table.

"There you go baby" she said

We had breakfast, mom was asking me if i still enjoy beeing little, which i affirmed.

"Good, um i will be at Luise's house for 3-4 hours soon. I got some of your old baby toys and your beloved stuffies down from the attic. I thought you might want to play with them a bit, while I'm out and about."

Justin wasn't sure, but nodded.

Soon he felt, that he had to go poopies again. He decided to go to the toys and pretended to look at the things when suddenly another good morning stinky pressed itself into his diaper. His bum got bigger...

She knew exactly what had just happened and went to check his diaper.

Justin hoped she would change his diaper, before she leaves... but she said smiling at him:

"Little stinky, but you'll be ok till i'm back"

She went back to the table to get his mittens and another shirt...It will get quite hot today. She proceeded to change his shirt.

"Uppies, lets change your sweatshirt, baby"

"Ah, i almost forgot your baby pants. This time mommy will make sure you won't take em off again!"

She put him in his plastic pants, locked em up and took the keys with her...

He noticed the mittens on the table and immediately asked:

"Do i really have to wear these again? Come on mom, how am i supposed to do anything with these? Arent't these locking pants enough?!"

"You're not supposed to do anything but feel, what a naughty baby you were" she smiled at him while she put the mittens back on him and locked em up.

"I will turn on the TV for you, at lunchtime there is always children's hour on TV" ☺️

"Btw, i made you a baba with tea"

"But mom... um... can you please change me before you go, please!?"

"I am sorry Justin, but since you didn't listen to mommy yesterday, there must be punishment. But don't worry, i made sure your Pampers can handle any accident, till i am back"

He looked at her sadly...

"Really mom?!"

"Ya, you'll be good"

"For now, you can play with your toys and watch a little TV! See you in a bit, sweetheart" she left the house.

There he sat in his poopy Pampers, thinking about what to do next...

[djossi1990]

The Porcelain Throne

The toilet sat barely two feet away. Gleaming white, sterile, mockingly pristine.

Still there. Still taunting him. He could hear the occasional gurgle of pipes behind it, a low rumble that matched the groaning churn in his own bowels.

His ankle chain clinked gently as he shifted again, not in rebellion—those days were long gone—but in discomfort. The chain allowed him just enough slack to stand beside it, to look at it… but never use it.

And he was looking at it. Again. Staring at it like it might open up and take him back to the life he used to know. Back when sitting on a toilet was the most unremarkable act in the world.

He had flushed away so much in his life. A bad burrito. A bad meeting. A bad mood. Even a bad day. He could just sit down, do his business, wipe, flush, and go on pretending to be a man. That luxury, which he had never even thought of as a luxury, was gone now.

The chain pulled tight around his ankle as he tried to turn away, only to realize he was already at the limit. It was symbolic, he knew. That was the point. She had said so, the last time she visited him with her boyfriend.

“You’re not restrained from the toilet,” she’d said, standing beside her tall, smug lover, both of them looking down at him in his straightjacketed helplessness. “You’re restrained with the toilet. There’s a difference.”

He remembered her boyfriend laughing. Not a cruel laugh. Worse. An amused one. Like this was just another quirky little footnote in their wild new lifestyle.

“She still lets you get this close?” he’d chuckled. “I’d take the whole thing out. Replace it with a diaper pail and a changing table.”

She had smiled at the suggestion. Maybe she would. Maybe next week.

The diaper was heavy between his legs. Wet. Warm in some places. Cold in others. Not yet leaking, but it would be soon. And they would let it leak. Of course they would. The humiliation was the point.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the cool tile wall, straitjacket straps creaking softly behind him. The thick canvas pressed his arms against his chest, tight, inescapable. He could almost feel the shape of his body changing under it. Like the jacket itself was slowly redefining who he was.

It hadn’t always been like this. Of course it hadn’t.

He’d had a wife. A normal life. A job. He had used this very bathroom in the old way, the man’s way. He’d shut the door. Dropped his pants. Done his business. Wiped. Washed. Done.

He remembered reading articles on his phone while he sat. Laughing at memes. Responding to work emails. Once he even had an orgasm on the toilet, secretly watching something he shouldn’t have. He flushed that away too.

Like everything else.

The cheating.

The lies.

The time he got caught.

The smug little smile on her face when she showed him the screenshots.

The silence afterward.

Then the rules changed.

At first it was punishment. Then it became protocol. Now it was routine.

“You want to wipe yourself?” she’d asked once, mockingly, as she tightened the strap of his straightjacket. “Oh sweetie, no. That’s not how this works anymore.”

Sometimes her boyfriend did it. Always with a smirk. He never rushed. Sometimes he’d talk about his day while doing it. Business deals. Gym progress. Vacations.

“You were such a shitty husband,” he had said once, wiping him slowly, deliberately. “Fitting, isn’t it?”

That was the first time the shame made him cry.

And now… now it was Tuesday. Or maybe Thursday. He didn’t really keep track anymore. Time passed in bottles and diapers and long, aching stares at a toilet he wasn’t allowed to use.

The urge started creeping in again. The pressure. The gurgle.

No.

He clenched. Tried to hold it. But the rhythm was familiar by now. It always began like this.

His body knew.

And the worst part was… the toilet was right there. He could see the smooth curve of the bowl. He could smell the faint bleach. He could practically feel what it would be like to sit, to push, to wipe, to flush.

His knees buckled slightly.

He grunted.

The bulk of the diaper pressed harder against his ass as he began to squat.

The tile was cold under his bare feet. His thighs trembled. The chain rattled.

And the toilet watched.

He whimpered as it happened. Slowly. Unstoppably.

Warmth filled the seat of his diaper, bloating it, spreading, coating him with thick shame. The mess pressed up and forward, squelching around him. No escape. No relief. Just ruin.

His eyes burned.

The toilet stood untouched. Cold. Silent.

He stared at it as he messed. Helpless.

And the worst part wasn’t the squatting. It wasn’t the diaper. It wasn’t the smell.

It was knowing that once, not so long ago…

…he could’ve just flushed it all away.

But not anymore.

Now, he had to wear it.

[djossi1990]

Part One

“Bye, honey, I’ll pick you up at 5! Have fun today!”

She says it like it’s normal that I would have fun at a place like this.

I’m a grown man whose wife just checked him into daycare, and everyone acts like it’s just a regular thing.

How is this normal?

“Alright, kiddo,” an annoyingly chipper daycare worker says, “Your Mommy said this is your first day at daycare! I’m sure you’re nervous not having your Mommy around, but you’re going to love it here!”

“She’s not my Mommy! She’s my wife!”

“Awww, what a cutie you are! But your Mommy also thinks you’re a bit too…well, you shouldn’t be around the big kids, so I’m gonna take you to the nursery where you’ll fit right in!”

I look around at the room I’m apparently not ready for. If it weren’t for all the other “adults” toddling around—if anyone considers even them adults—it would be indistinguishable from an actual daycare.

It has it all: the large playmats with toys scattered around, colorful beanbag chairs, a table for snacks, cubbies for everyone, and an egregious amount of Sesame Street decorations.

And, in the middle of it all, a circle of Littles excitedly playing what looks like “Duck Duck Goose,” under the careful supervision of three workers.

In what world am I unable to handle this? I graduated college!

“But…why can’t I stay here? This is for babies! I can handle it!”

The daycare worker giggles in a “kids-say-the-darndest-things” type of way.

“Sweetie,” she sighs, like she’s explaining something so obvious it’s silly, “These are the big kids. They aren’t like you. Your Mommy said the Little’s Program™️ took your coordination and potty training—you’ll be much happier around Littles with the same…uh…abilities.”

Great. 

Not only am I trapped in daycare, legally unable to check myself out, but now I’m too little for a simple game of Duck Duck Goose?

And this girl, probably barely old enough to drink, thinks I belong in a nursery?

She grabs my hand and pulls me through the big kids, towards a door in the back.

The sign on the door says “suyNre.”

Well, that’s what it looks like to me. I may not be able to read anymore thanks to the Littles Program™️, but I can piece together what it probably says.

“Hey Mia,” the worker says as we enter the room, “We have a new friend! This little cutie is Timmy, and it’s his very first day here!”

There’s something familiar about Mia, but I can’t put my finger on it.

“Well hello, Timmy! It’s great to meet you!”

“H-hi…” I mumble, distracted by how radically different this room is.

This was an actual nursery.

Mia kneels down in front of me. “No need to be nervous, little one. You’ll have the best time with us, I promise!”

The other worker ruffles my hair. “Have fun, Timmy! I’ll come find you when your Mommy gets here!”

As she leaves, I get one last look at the big kids, laughing at their game, somehow wishing I could be there—it suddenly didn’t seem all that infantile.

Not compared to this room.

At least there weren’t oversized cribs out there. Or the lingering smell of baby powder and dirty diapers. And there definitely wasn’t a Little getting his diaper changed in the middle of the room.

“Earth to Timmy?”

“Wha? Oh, sorry…”

“You’re okay, hun. Were you looking at all your new friends?”

I was trying not to look at them, to be honest. Seeing the littles in onesies with diapers poofing out, happily playing on their tummies didn’t exactly make me feel better.

Especially when Mia thinks I belong with them.

“I-I guess..”

“Well, I know they’re always happy to make new friends! But first, let’s check that diapie of yours.”

Before I have time to react to “diapie,” Mia has unbuttoned my shorts and dropped them to my ankles.

“H-hey!”

Mia just smiles, sliding a finger into my diaper and running it all along the edge, checking for wetness like Sherlock Holmes.

“Sorry, hun, but this is the nursery. Nobody here is going to tease you for your diapers. Or for this diaper change. You’re soaked, mister.”

Mia flags down another worker, who grabs a spar diaper and changing supplies.

Mia pushes me to the floor. “Can you lie down for me, buddy? I promise I’ll be quick and you’ll be ready to play!”

I try not to look around, not wanting to know if this humiliating scene has an audience. Not when I’m in this position.

“Thanks, Susan,” Mia says, grabbing the supplies. Susan waves at me as she walks away.

Mia playfully pats my diaper before sliding my shirt past my belly button.

It’s all done so casually, so matter-of-factly. Like it’s just another diaper change.

I shudder at how normal this all is. 

As if I belong here, instead of work, where all my friends—my real friends—get to go. I wonder what they’d say if they saw me getting my diaper changed in the middle of the nursery like a baby.

Well, if they don’t already think I’m a baby. I push that thought away—one humiliation at a time.

And this diaper change is a far more pressing humiliation.

Luckily, Mia is brutally efficient with diaper changes. Wiping me down, lifting my legs, powdering me up like a professional.

Which, I guess she is.

She hums some sweet melody as she slides my next diaper under me. Though I can immediately tell this is no ordinary diaper.

As she tapes it up, the massive bulk is unmistakable. I can’t even put my legs together.

Mia laughs, watching me get used to my comically poofy diaper. “You’ll get used to it, we only use the very best diapers for our little ones—you’ll never get a rash on my watch!”

As if I’m worried about rashes—not how ridiculous I must look in this diaper. 

As I look down at my new diaper, I realize it’s not the bulk that’s most embarrassing, it’s seeing Elmo’s face and the silly stars staring back at me.

It even says Pampers on it, like it couldn’t get any worse.

“Can you stand up for me, Timmy?”

Gosh I hope so.

After a few attempts of wriggling my legs—and “supportive” giggles from Mia—I manage to get on my knees.

“Almost there! You can do it, champ!”

After a Herculean effort, I’m finally able to stand up, but I know there is no way I can walk in anything but a ridiculous waddle.

Just another thing to be embarrassed about.

“Alrighty, little one, let's get these shorts on you, huh?”

“Yes, please.”

Mia helps me balance as I step into my shorts, but it doesn’t take long to realize it’s not going to work.

“Uh oh! I don’t think these shorts will fit, hun.”

My mind races for a solution. Whatever it takes to get this diaper covered.

“C-can’t I just wear my normal diaper then? My shorts fit those!”

More giggling.

“Sorry, kiddo. All little ones in the nursery are required to wear these; it’s our policy. I’ll let your Mommy know for tomorrow, how does that sound?”

It does not sound good at all, thank you.

“NO!” I shout, “I won’t!”

I don’t even care how I sound, I won’t waddle around all day with nothing covering my diaper.

Enough is enough!

To my surprise, Mia’s arms envelop me in a big hug. “Shhh, shh, it’s okay, Tim—I mean Timmy—you’re having some big feelings. We can work on them together.”

I stop squirming, but not because of the hug. There’s something…right about the way she said Tim. And the perfume that smells strangely familiar.

“Good boy,” she coos, rubbing my back, “Just breathe for me, honey.”

Mia holds me for another minute or two before kneeling in front of me. “How about this, kiddo…it’s just about nap time. While you drift through dreamland, I’ll do my best find something that will cover your diapie. Does that sound good?”

“M…mhm…”

I don’t much like the idea of a nap, but at least I’ll have a blanket to cover me.

“There’s my brave boy!”

She takes my hand and walks me ever so slowly—it’s nearly impossible to walk in this diaper—to my crib.

“You’ll feel sooo much better after a nap, little one. You’ve had a big day, your little noggin needs a rest.”

I look around and see the same process happening to other littles, smiling as they’re tucked in.

“There you go, honey,” Mia coos, pressing my diaper to help me up. 

Mia grabs a blanket and expertly wraps me in it. Before I realize whats happening she’s done.

She just swaddled me.

I can’t move at all, trapped in my blanket like a baby, unable to even move my hands.

She clearly is an expert. 

I look up at her, feeling smaller than ever before but only see her smiling down at me.

She leans down and kisses my forehead. “Sleep tight, Timmy. I’ll be right here when you wake up with a warm baba of milkies.”

Soon, when all the other littles are tucked in, the lights dim and gentle music plays in the background. I barely even notice the littles in the other room playing.

Despite fighting with all my strength, I can feel my eyes growing heavy. But I won’t go down for a nap like some stupid baby!

Especially not when I’m swaddled! I’m an adult! Just cause my wife sent me to some stupid clinic doesn’t change that!

Yet my eyes shut anyway. My thoughts slowing. 

The last thing I remember before I fall asleep is Mia—an epiphany that’s lost as as soon as the world fades away and I’m no different from any other little taking their nap.

[djossi1990]

Time To Pretend

It’s a scene I’ve witnessed countless times.

But something is different.

Your stunned silence and blushy cheeks prove it. So does the way your eyes darted down to your diaper, as if you needed visual confirmation that the sogginess spreading through your diaper wasn’t in your head.

You didn’t mean to fill your diaper.

There is no hiding the truth: you aren’t pretending to be a diaper girl anymore.

You are a diaper girl.

This revelation changes everything—and nothing.

Your life will look the same, sure. You’ll have the same rules, the same routine, the same everything.

But there will be one major change.

We’re not pretending anymore.

For so long, you allowed yourself to believe this was all a game that we chose to play. You weren’t actually a silly diaper girl!

No, you were an adult who just got off to the idea of it all. Of pretending you needed diapers. It was hot because it felt real, but never was.

Well, it’s real now.

You’re everything you pretended to be. A silly, helpless diaper girl.

You’re back in diapers for good.

It’s not a choice. There is no more “big girl” AND “diaper girl.” No more flittering between two worlds. You don’t get to comfort yourself that your diapers are a kinky accessory.

Diapers aren’t kinky anymore—they’re a necessary and practical solution for those who can't control themselves.

I’m sure it will be a much easier transition for me. My life won’t change much. I mean, it makes no difference to me whether you choose to fill your diaper or not—I’ll still wipe your tushie clean.

You’re the one who’s going to have to accept she’s no longer potty trained. Diapers are a permanent part of your life. You’re just a diaper girl, whether it’s hot or not.

I remember how squirmy it made you when I decided you were no longer allowed to cover your diaper at home. It drove you wild having your “shame” on full display.

Will it still be squirmy for you, knowing it’s a practical reality of your life?

I hope so! But it doesn’t really matter.

Because from now on, I won’t be doing it to make you blush—I’ll do it because I need to know if you’re about to leak. To make my life easier.

Now that you’re back in diapers, my primary concern is being the best caregiver I can be for my babygirl.

Because that’s what you need.

I won't slide my finger into your diaper to make you blush; I’ll do it because you need constant diaper checks to prevent leaks.

I won't lay you on the changing table because it makes you squirmy; you’ll be there because your diaper needs to be changed.

I won’t carry your diaper bag with me everywhere we go because it’s fashionable; I’ll do it because I’ll need to change your diaper anywhere—whether it’s a party, bar, or the grocery store.

And don’t think you’ll keep any big girl privileges, sweetie.

Your bedtime isn’t for fun anymore; it’s because after a long day of caring for my diaper-dependent buttercup, I need some alone time.

And of course, all the silly nicknames won’t change—because how else would I speak to someone who is back in diapers?

Are you starting to understand?

You’re an authentic diaper girl now. You get all the privileges of someone hopelessly trapped in diapers.

And you don’t even have to pretend!

[djossi1990]

Hmm sounds like a case of uncontrollable bedwetting...

Im going to prescribe you diapers.To be worn every night

It’s okay that you need diapers all the time now baby. I prefer you this way

Quiet now little one. You have no way of escaping!

Youre just going to have to let it happen

Regressing big strong men into helpless, diaper wearing babies for me is my favourite thing

It’s time to strip you of all your adult responsibilities.

You can just worry about wetting your diapers now

I’s rather you be in diapers, okay baby?

You don’t have to pretend to be an adult when youre with me

Image credit DiaperPerv

Model Sushii Xhyvette (a beautiful dominant woman)

[djossi1990]

CW: ageplay, diapers, locking plastic pants, cnc, manipulation, emotional sadism/masochism, humiliation

"Basically it's a big escape room, there will be puzzles and challenges that will help you move forward but as soon as you are off the property in any way, you have won the challenge and the million dollars" Chloe followed the short haired blonde woman through the white halls.

"So does that mean, this could be part of the escape room?" Chloe said now intensely looking around the hallway for what might be a clue.

"It could be" the woman smiled coyly. There was something about this woman Chloe thought. Obviously she had been nothing but cordial. Chloe just couldn't shake the feeling that there was something sinister behind those intense blue eyes. Chloe watched her walk, her skirt swayed playfully matching the clicks of each step in her Mary Jane's. An odd shoe choice for such an otherwise adult looking woman. "This isn't like your normal escape room though, there is no boundaries and there is no rules. Whatever way you find your way out is valid even if there is a suggested path we have outlined to victory"

"So if build a cannon and shoot myself over the walls then I would win?" Chloe smirked imagining the goofy image in her head.

"Yes!" She said as if the suggestion wasn't absurd. "In fact Mr. H would love that, he's always had a fondness for contestants that are particularly... Clever" there it was again! There was so much weight to the word clever and it made Chloe nervous. It was almost mocking but Chloe didn't worry about it. With a million dollars on the line, it would not surprise Chloe if there was a mind game going on here.

"On top of that, everything is fair game, we will not going to stop you if you decide to destroy anything in the house. In fact assuming anything is untouchable would be a mistake" The woman opened the door to another room. The room was decorated in a peculiar way, almost as if it was an exhibit at a museum. But anybody who was older than 5 would see through all the "artifacts", obviously made from cheap plaster or haphazardly painted thick metal that if Chloe had to guess probably housed some keys or codes that would be useful in escaping. Chloe rolled her eyes at disappointment in the fact that despite all of the hype surrounding this escape house she would be doing the same old cheesy scenarios that she could get at the local strip mall.

The woman continued, not caring about the fact that Chloe was already analyzing the room they had entered "if you ever want to give up, you can press the big red button by the light switch of every room". Despite barely paying attention Chloe still had the awareness to scoff at even the suggestion. "And any time you find one of these presents, it will contain a hint but be careful every gift has a price" the woman winked at Chloe quite obviously.

"There is a bed in the corner for when you need to sleep or rest" Chloe couldn't help herself, she was already prodding at the mummy coffin stood up in the corner. The woman smiled and walked to the door which seemed to open on its own because there was no door knob. "Oh and Chloe, a small hint from me, sometimes going backwards is going forward."

Despite keeping her cheerful tone, the woman's face had totally changed. She was no longer smiling and was looking directly at a vent in the bottom of the room. But the moment was fleeting and by the time Chloe had looked back into her eyes, the woman had turned around and shut the door. Chloe immediately got on the floor and looked into the vent and of course she found a folded up paper.

Miffed at the fact the woman had thought she wouldn't have had the smarts to look in the obvious vent. Chloe unfurled the paper, on it was written:

"To whoever ends up in here next, stop playing now. Do not let yourself play that sadistic fuck's game. He's twisted and not what he seems. Give up now."

After reading the note Chloe took a second and burst out laughing. The fact they thought this even had a shot at working was honestly sad. She put the note in her pocket just in case she might need it again and went back to looking for clues.

---

"Ahhh there we go" Chloe says as she places a final jewel into the crown sitting on a pedestal in the middle of the room. A drawer popped open below the crown and inside was a note "Congratulations Chloe! If you were doing the 'Night at the Museum' room in Miami Florida, you would have escaped the room! But unfortunately this isn't your normal escape room. Maybe think really hard and you might have a bright idea as to what to do next". Chloe looked up at the clock and saw an hour and a half had passed. Pretty impressive for someone who was doing a room by themself.

Chloe walked over to a desk that now had many clues on it and placed her brand new earned note and walked over to the room with the bathroom sign on it. Thinking about what her next step could be she flipped on the light to a basically empty room outside of a sink.

Confused, Chloe walked over to the spot that obviously a toilet had been at one point but now it was just solid tile. Quickly she walked into the museum room and yelled into the camera sitting above the door. "Yo motherfucker! If you think I'm not gonna just fucking pee all over your room, you're fucking stupid" she said into the void. She expected a reply, for him to tell her that it was just a weird joke and tell her where the bathroom actually is.

Angrily she walked over to the door to the room and inspected it. There was no knob and when she pushed on it there was absolutely no budge. There was a small quarter sized slot though, almost looked electrical like something was supposed to be plugged in there. "Fuck I really have to pee" the girl sat and danced in place.

For the first time today she had really thought about what she chose to wear, she mostly packed comfy clothes, but trying to make a decent first impression she wore some modest jean shorts and a hell raiser T-shirt that she felt was appropriate. She undid the top button in a desperate move to relieve some of the pressure, her red lacy panties peaking over the top. But maybe it really didn't help? Was the pressure making it easier to hold it in despite the discomfort? "Chloe this isn't the time" she thought as she scrambled back to the note that came from the crown drawer. Reading it frantically she went over each word carefully. She decided that the phrase "bright idea" was her next clue. The phrasing doesn't quite fit, she couldn't think of the last time that she heard bright idea and it wasn't meant to be sarcastic.

"Fuck me I can't think like this" Chloe said running to the bathroom, she seemed to remember seeing a sink in there, perhaps she could squat over the sink and just piss down the drain. When she quickly took off her shorts and went to climb up onto the sink when she realized that there was a clear plastic box overtop of it. "What the fuck" Chloe said as she flipped on the light to see it better. And there it was, it has covered the whole sink with a big hole in the front obviously meant to let her wash her hands but not piss into it. Chloe slammed on the plastic but it wasn't moving. Sighing she stuck her hands in the sink and careful got some water to splash her face with. "Come on Chloe, get yourself together" Chloe looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes were sparkling with desperation, she was bouncing back and forth her nipples now showing through her shirt. None of that was what she noticed though, she was looking at one thing. The light bulb shing perfectly placed right above her head on the wall behind her.

Chloe flipped off the light and ran to get a chair to stand on and remove the lightbulb. She did not care that she still was running around in her panties, considering she would probably be losing all her dignity anyways if she waits too long with out a toilet. Hopping onto the chair, Chloe unscrewed the light bulb and ran over to the door and screwed the lightbulb in till it lit up. Having heard a clunk, that Chloe could only assume was the magnets releasing the door, she pushed on the door but still it wouldn't buzz. Instead a panel on the door fell down and revealed a screen the size of an iPad. On that screen was a Tumblr page, not just any Tumblr page but Chloe's secret personal one where she shared her deepest darkest desire. One where she talked about wanting to lose all control and become someone's toy.

"What the fuck" her fingers danced along the touch screen in disbelief, posts about fantasies of being kidnapped scrolled by, picture of short skirts and stuffed animals. "What the fuck" she said much louder, looking at the camera that seemed much more nefarious now. The dark lense swallowing all of Chloe's eyesight, she was now uncomfortable with it's presence. "This is totally inappropriate" she screamed, "I don't care if this was for a trillion dollars, my privacy is not something you should mess with."

Sitting in a strange house in her panties with no phone or bathroom, it probably was a little disengenious to say that. She had signed up to be monitored for a month after all, she sold her freedom for a chance at a million dollars. But this felt so wrong, those things she posted were just fantasy! To assume she wanted this would be a disgusting overreach. It was just something she fantasized about to escape a life she truly had been stuck in. This "Mr H" was a disgusting piece of shit and the moment she saw him he would regret this.

Seconds turned into minutes, screaming fell into quite sobs. Chloe was unsure what to do now. She was pacing back and forth mindlessly. She needed to move forward in the puzzle but she didn't know the next steps. She didn't think she could sit still for long enough to figure it out either. The room was in disarray now, stuff thrown all over the place in hopes of breaking something and getting out. But she was stuck, no way to get out, no way to contact someone for help. She had no other option but to press the "I give up" button or figure it out. But it was clear to Chloe that she wasn't in the same situation she imagined when she signed up for this. Mr. H was not some friendly game master, he definitely had an interest in seeing her suffer. And she wonder what the "I give up" button would really do.

"Thank you daddy" the overly cute voice played out from the screen. Chloe had heard it about 100 times now. It was playing from a video from her Tumblr page, in her franticness she had left it auto playing endlessly as she desperately worried about her escape. "Jesus Christ, I can't think with this bitch talking anymore" Chloe walked over to the screen and scrolled to a text post, something about how the feeling of a wet diaper between your legs was the perfect feeling. Wait a second, she thought, she scrolled back up to that again. "Thank you daddy" the blonde girl looked up into the camera, she was in an adorable pink onesie, a paci clip dangling from her collar. Chloe knew this woman, granted she looked a lot different in her adorable little outfit but those eyes were way too familiar. It was the woman she had followed up into this room.

She replayed the video, this time looking all over for clues. The video was about her daddy giving her a present that contained a diaper and plastic panties. The present was wrapped exactly like the present that the woman had said contained a clue. In all of the chaos Chloe had forgotten about it. She walked over to the box and opened it. Just like in the video there was a diaper, it was white with blocks on it that said baby. And plastic panties but these ones were a little different, around the waste was a chain with a lock on it. The plastic panties were also white with ruffles on the but and a bunch of bumble bees all over it. There was also a digital recorder in it, with a sigh Chloe pressed play.

"Hello Chloe" the man's voice dripped out of the recorder, "I am glad that you've made it this far, hopefully it isn't too late and you don't find yourself in a dire situation". Chloe already hated his voice, and it's smug tone, "there is two items here, one is necessary to move you forward along my designated path, the other is a gift for me. In return for choosing the gift I will give you one hint. Those plastic panties have a lock on them, it will only fit in the the link that makes them as tight as possible on you. I have the key and intend on only removing those plastic panties myself in the next room. They will be essential to you getting out of this room." Chloe looked at the ruffles with disgust "there is also a diaper, if you put on the diaper and lock them on you. I will give you a hint. This is not necessary to move forward."

Chloe didn't have time to think about what to do she immediately grabbed the plastic pants and went to lock them but paused there's no way that I'm getting out of these any time soon, I might as well put on the diaper. it's probably more comfy than just pissing In plastic pants. Chloe slipped the plastic pants off and look at the diaper. Is this really happening? Chloe thought, she had masturbated to the thought of being forced into diapers many times but she had never worn one. It was so much bigger than she imagined, and so soft. She never would have guessed that this would be how her first time went, and to her dismay it was extremely hot. She was desperate, scared, confused, and excited. She really felt like she had no choice, she was too stupid to get out of this room and find a bathroom. And the thought of knowing she would be trapped in her predicament until a stranger was kind enough to let her out. She literally was shaking from the thought of it. Don't get yourself worked up now Chloe. This is fucked, being forced into this situation is horrendous and immoral. Owning a Tumblr blog is not consent to be degraded in such a manner"

Trying her best to keep calm Chloe taped up the diaper wow this feels so... Good she thought looking down at her cute butt. But another pang of desperation washed over her, she couldn't wait much longer. She knew that she would never have the guts to pee herself as long as there was another option, so before she could chicken out she locked the plastic pants sealing her fate. Fuck fuck fuck why did I do that... She pulled at the lock desperately wishing she could rewind time for ten seconds "Alright give me my clue, hurry, I need to get out" but before Mr. H could answer it was too late. The warmth swelling between her legs was like nothing she had ever experienced before. It spread out until her whole pussy was pulsing due to the sensation of her loss of control. She had taken one step into a world where she was no longer the adult woman that walked into this room. She was turning into something else, something smaller.

"Hello miss Chloe, I can see you're already enjoying my gift. I'm glad you're making yourself at home. As for your hint, well I think it's been a long day. Why don't you lay your head down to rest and I can give you your hint after a nap? See you soon kiddo" Chloe was too overwhelmed to even shout things back at him. It was all too much, the wet diaper, his patronizing tone. She had day dreamed about a situation like this endlessly but now that it was here, it felt like a nightmare. Or was it more like an awakening.

Trying to ignore the feelings that were bubbling up inside her, Chloe started working on her next task. Her mind went immediately to the pillow that was on the bed, she picked it up and looked under it, then in it. Bingo, there was something sewn into the pillow case, it was small and felt like a bar or remote. Chloe looked at the pillow case and to be honest, it was a bit busy. It was spring themed and contained flowers and trees and birds and bees. Wait a second, those bees look exactly like the one on Chloe's plastic pants. Chloes started feeling around and found a similar device sewn into her diaper. Pushing down the embarrassment that her diaper was so thick she didn't even notice the device she did what any sane person would do and push the pillow into her diaper.

That's when a small tone came out of what must have been a hidden speaker in the room. Short and cheery doot. Listening more intently this time Chloe pushed the pillow into her diaper again. The same noise echoed throughout the room. Alright let's find where this noise is coming from Chloe pressed a third time but kept pressing rubbing the diaper and the pillow together in hopes of locating the speaker but what happened was a bit more interesting. The second noise was different, a bit higher. Continuing the trend Chloe rubbed the diaper in quick succession doot doot dat dat deet doot.

It was a song, but it seemed if Chloe wasn't quick enough to keep to the rhythm of the song it would stop. This fucking sick bastard Chloe knew that the only way that she was going to be able to keep the rhythm was for her to put the pillow on the bed and repeatedly rub the pillow with her diaper. She had to hump the pillow.

Chloe sighed and got into position, trying her hardest to find an angle that was the least embarrassing from the cameras in the room. She thrust once doot, and she could immediately feel the muted pleasure that was building between her legs. It felt just good enough that she was desperate to go again, but even deeper and harder. Trying her hardest to get some sort of sustained pleasure despite the thick soaked padding she was wearing. Doot deet deet dat dat the song filling her ears as she let herself get entranced by the movement of her hips. She wasn't fighting it anymore, she did not care about the circumstances surrounding her situation, it felt fucking good. She often masturbated humping something but this just was so much more. She struggled to find a position in which she truly felt the friction necessary to get her close to the edge but that was even hotter. She was a little baby trying so hard to cum in her soaked diaper. She had no other way to get there being stuck and unable to touch herself. She imagined Mr. H watching her struggle. The embarrassment of letting herself fall into his hands so quickly was intoxicating. This is what she wanted, to be manipulated and broken down until there was no will left to push back. To accept her fate because she had no choice but to do so. To somehow simultaneously be a slave to her own whims but also never satisfied. Nothing was in her way now, not embarrassment, not anger, not conflicting feelings, she was so so so close to the release she desperately wanted. A release from adulthood, from her freedom, from the pressure that was building between her legs. That's when the song finished and the door to the room opened.

[djossi1990]

I think you are better off here

Maybe you are better off forever as a baby

Sucking your thumb

Sitting there in your wet dirty diaper with your chastity cage

You are never going to grow up are you

I think I am going to be your babysitter for ever

Because you will never get a girlfriend this way

I mean no girl is going to want a little bedwetter diaper wearing little baby are they?

You have no chance of being a normal adult

You are going to be a little loser baby forever

Image credit Ella Raine

[djossi1990]

"Done mommy. 10. 10 sexy things about diapers."

Jason finished gasping, the Pampers orgasm complete, his sissy cum settling into his diaper.

Wow, Jason thought. Maybe everything was going to be okay after all. He'd hid his diaper sissy obsession from his wife Mary for the first six years of his marriage but couldn't take it anymore. With the other sissy fags he talked to online encouraging him to tell his wife--"She deserves to know or you need to move on with your life"--he confessed everything one night. She didn't react in anger, she took it all in and said, wow, okay. She needed to think about it.

Two days later she wanted to see him in his diapers. He brought out his secret box, pulled out a diaper and taped himself into one. She had him lie on the bed. Then said, "Now, I want to understand more. Mommy wants to know more, okay? So, why don't you do what you say like you to do. What was it, rub your, what do you call it, Pampers? Yeah. Rub your Pampers while telling me the 10 sexiest things about diapers. Will really help me get inside your head."

Well. So Jason did just that. Started rubbing the crinkly garment, imagining a life where THIS was his life. How cool! An understanding and loving wife accepting him for what he was. He closed his eyes to get into the moment. Rubbed.

"One. The way they crinkle.

Two. The way they make me waddle.

Three. The way they engulf my clitty and almost put me in diaper chastity.

Four. The feeling I get when I pee in them and the warm feeling surrounds me.

Five. The way the diapers sag when I put a poopy in my Pampers.

Six. The way the diaper waistband sticks above my jeans when I'm out and about and people might see it and know I'm a diaper-wearing sissy.

Seven. The wetness indicator as I imagine being an incontinent diaper-dependent sissy and my mommy looks at my indicator to know if I peepeed my Pampers.

Eight. The way certain brands come in clear packaging and how when I carry them in the pharmacy everyone knows I'm buying and probably wearing diapers.

Nine. The way each one smells, especially the old Attends ones fresh out of the package.

Ten. The way they make my clitty feel as I rub...and rub...and rub..."

A few seconds later with a few grunts and some sad thrashing, Jason was cumming in his diaper. Ahhh. Start of a new life.

"Good sweetie."

Now he opened his eyes and saw Mary. Standing over him with her phone. Was she recording? She put it down and typed a bunch of stuff.

"Okay, that's been sent to everyone in my contacts, your friends, my friends, your family, my family. You'll hear from my divorce lawyer tomorrow. Do you realize that if I asked you to name 10 sexy things about me you'd stumble and fumble and wouldn't be able to do it? At least that's why I assume why you never fuck me. You don't find me sexy. But here you are naming 10 sexy things about FUCKING DIAPERS!"

Jason was too scared to reply so like a diapered imbecile he started bawling. Ludicrously he wished he had his paci. Mary apparently had the same thought and reached into his secret box that contained the diapers, pulled out a pink paci and whipped it at his head. "Suck your fucking binky."

With that she walked out. Yep, he was about to experience a whole new life indeed. The shameful life of an utterly outed, exposed, divorced and ruined diaper-wearing sissy faggot. Sexy!

[djossi1990]

Oral Fixation

The phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Marissa didn’t rush to pick it up. She turned another page in her book, tea cooling at her side, and let it buzz again.

She already knew what it was, didn’t need to look. She’d check it when she got bored.

Finally, after finishing another chapter or two, she scrolled through her notifications, checking them off one by one. Instagram feeds, her digital farm that needed attending, and finally her text messages.

[Image: 8:24 PM]

Hard at work. No resistance tonight. He dropped down and opened up like he’d been waiting all day.

There he was—kneeling, arms around the man’s thighs, face buried where it belonged. Hair messy, cheeks flushed, jaw working like it had purpose.

[Video: 0:17 seconds]

Eager little thing. So needy tonight. Have you not been feeding him? He latched onto my dick like he hasn’t had a bottle for days.

She watched the rhythm of her husband’s head bobbing up and down. Studied the surrender. That trance state he entered when the fixation was being fed, when his mouth finally had something real to do. She listened to the wet, slurpy sounds and the familiar glk glk glk. He didn’t gag, he’d learned to control that weeks ago. He took every inch like it fed something deep and nameless in him.

Marissa’s expression barely flickered—like she was watching a TikTok about sourdough starters. Interesting. Predictable. Nothing she hadn’t seen ferment a dozen times before.

Because this hadn’t begun with another man. It had started in her own home, with something much smaller:

A pacifier.

He’d always had a problem with his mouth. Chewing pen caps to plastic splinters. Sucking on straws long after the drink was gone. Biting his nails or the inside of his cheek until they bled.

She used to call it nerves. Later, she saw it for what it was: a compulsion. An oral fixation he never outgrew.

It was during an argument—circular, endless—that she finally snapped. Reached into a drawer, grabbed a leftover gag gift, and shoved the pacifier into his mouth.

“Try this,” she said. “Maybe it’ll shut you up.”

And it had.

He had frozen… and softened. His eyes half-lidded. His jaw slack. That need—so raw, so embarrassing—soothed by something so small.

That was the first time she saw it clearly: It wasn’t just a habit. It was a weakness.

Bottles came next. Naturally. If he was going to suck, she might as well give him something real to swallow. Warm milk, herbal blends, rich formula that slowed the flow, dragging long and heavy down his throat. The thick liquid stretched the ritual, kept his mouth busy longer. When he finally pulled away,when the last drop was spent, he was calm, quiet, and manageable.

The way she liked him.

But milk meant accidents.

It didn’t matter how grown-up he claimed to be, or how tightly he crossed his legs. Sooner or later, the warmth filled his belly and demanded a way out. First it was leaks. Then midnight runs to the bathroom. Then wet sheets.

She didn’t shame him. She didn’t have to.

She just laid a diaper out on the bed one night and said nothing. And when he stood there hesitating, she only raised an eyebrow.

“You’re the one who wanted the bottle,” she said. “It’s only fitting that a diaper go along with it..”

That was the first time.

Diapers were a natural extension. First at night. Then weekends. Then always.

He tried to hide his face as she taped it on. But after a few nights, the hesitation dulled. The rustle of plastic became normal. Expected. Necessary.

It solved the problem, and created better ones. Ones that crinkled with every step. That kept him soft, and small, and silent, almost as much as his pacifiers did.

Because after the bottles, after the toys, and now the diapers… his mouth wasn’t the only thing being trained.

The shame burned him at first. But it wore off. Crinkle by crinkle, hour by hour, he settled into it. She kept him well-padded and well-fed. Still, he fidgeted. Lingered.

That mouth always searching.

******

At first, Marissa tried to channel his fixation herself.

He’d curl up in her arms, desperate and needy, using her breasts like a pacifier—latching on, sucking, seeking comfort in the warmth she offered. She liked the closeness it brought, the way he melted beneath her touch.

She even used him between her legs. Often. Giving him a tap on the head to let him know to get to work. Gripping him by the hair, pulling him in closer, deeper. His mouth was eager, obedient, always hungry—and she took what she wanted from it.

But it still wasn’t enough. Not for him.

And eventually, not for her either.

She could only provide so much. She could only have so many orgasms before her clit was raw. She could only handle so much.

More importantly, she didn’t want to be the one constantly managing his needs. Not when they were bottomless. Not when his hunger had begun to swallow up her time, her patience, her energy.

Taking care of a needy mouth and diapers was hard work. Constant work. Bottles, bibs, feedings, checkings, changings, calming, resetting. He was always hungry. Always leaking. Always circling her for more like it was her responsibility.

She didn’t want to have to be the only one wiping his chin and checking his padding every few hours. That wasn’t dominance. That was labor.

So she handed him off—or maybe told him off. It blurred.

Either way, the message was clear:

You need more than I care to give.

And then she made sure he got it.

He needed his mouth used, worked, trained, filled. Again and again until it was exhausted. Not endlessly suckling at her breast, not circling her thighs like a starving pet.

So she made the smarter move.

She handed him off. She outsourced the mess. The noise. The handful. At first it was just to friends and sisters and babysitters, but he was too much of a burden for them even in short spurts. She only had one other option.

When she told him, his body tensed. Eyes wide. Voice small. “No… please… not that,” he begged, he cried. “I don’t want to go that far.”

But she knew better. She didn’t argue. Didn’t scold. She just waited. Because she knew: the fixation always won.

And when it inevitable did—when he was too pent-up, too twitchy, too desperate to sit still—she handed him off properly.

To men. Real men.

Men who understood what a mouth like his could be used for—and who had the patience to make him earn every drop. Men who didn’t coddle, didn’t coo, men who used him and his mouth the way it craved to be used. Not just just one man either. Multiple. A system of selectively chosen handlers to pass him around and take care of something she no longer had to handle all by herself. They didn’t just use him. They broke him down. Disciplined him. Dressed him up all pretty. Sent him home with a sore bottom—in more ways than one.

Some even changed his diapers, others didn’t bother, letting him return to her soaked and used, exactly as he should be.

She didn’t ask for details. Didn’t need to. The system worked. And she held the reins. Because control didn’t mean being the only one feeding, dressing, wiping. It meant knowing exactly who was doing it for you.

And making sure he never forgot whose rules made it all possible.

******

Tonight, he was with “Rico”.

“Rico” wasn’t a friend. Just another man in the rotation. Firm. Demanding. Dominant. Just like her slutty husband needs.

Now, nights like this were standard. She received updates from Rico like clockwork:

[8:48 PM] Already sucked my soul out twice and still hungry for more!

[9:02 PM] Keeps whining that he has to shit, but I told him I ain’t changing him. He’ll get the belt if he asks again.

[9:15 PM] Back in his mouth again. He’s humping like a needy bitch. Had to put something between his legs before he wore a hole in my carpet. You need to get him caged.

Marissa read each one with detached calm, like she was skimming a weather report.

Usually she didn’t feel the need to reply, just received updates. But she thought it would be funny to set the record straight.

[9:19 PM] You know what the pathetic part is? He already is caged! 😂

Another “fixation” she didn’t want to have to deal with…

[9:19 PM] You would know that if you ever actually changed a diaper, Rico…

[9:22 PM] Haha naw I ain’t doin no diaper duty. I may wipe his chin after he’s done sucking this dick, but I ain’t wipin no ass. That’s for damn sure.

She rolled her eyes, but still smirked. Her phone buzzed again.

[Voice Message 2:39 seconds]

*Wet, glk glk glk noises, eager mmm’ing.*

"Look at you, round three and you’re still desperate for this dick! Keep slobbering, bitch! I want it sloppy!”

*Heavy breathing, frantic slurping, crinkling in rhythm.*

Awww yea! That’s it you fucking slut! You know this is all you’re good for, right?? Just a warm mouth. A wet hole. You’re not a man. You're not even a sissy. You’re a suction toy in a wet diaper!

*High-pitched moaning, low-pitched groaning*

Is this really what you need? Is this how far you’ve sunk? This is your fix? You really can’t go a night without stuffing that needy mouth, can you? I'm just a pacifier to you. A big, meaty pacifier. You're addicted to dick!

*whimpering, sniffling, more crinkling*

Fuck yeah… right there… just like that—don’t slow down—fucking whore…keep going!

*Slurping quickens, crinkling intensifies*

Unnhh yea I'm bout to bust, take that dick down deeper! Unnhh that's it!! Ready bitch?? Here it cumss!!"

*Grunts, groans, lonngg exhale, wet sound slows, crinkling stops*

Don't you fucking swallow. Hold that shit! Show it to me! Wider! *spits* Hold that shit too! Now gargle!

*Whimpering, gargling noises*

Now thank your wife.

Ffank 'oo fow foinding me unh caock 'oo shuckk, Mooummy

Hahaha! Now swallow! Fucking pathetic ass bitch. Did you cum? Did you cum in that fucking diaper while you were being a good little cocksucker?

*Whimpers, whiny puppy sounds*

N-no sir...

Get over here, let me check. I ain't touching that diaper, but hold it open, let me see inside.

*rustling. silence for a beat.*

Holy SHIT! Is that your cage? I never seen one that small! It's flat! How do you fit in that?? Hmm..I don't see no jizz though. Good, Yo' ass would be gettin my belt if you did. God DAMN you're wet, though! All that since you got here?? You smell like straight piss! Get yo soggy ass outta here and go get me another beer!

*frantic rustling and whimpering*

[Audio Clicks Off]

She barely even listened to the clip.

It all blended together these days—mouth sounds, moans, that garbled gratitude. No video needed. She’d heard it enough times to draw the scene from memory. Pathetic, but predictable. She did like the degrading comments though. He needed them.

She downloaded all the photos. Archived the videos. The close-ups. The angles Rico liked to send. Her husband, red-faced and dripping beads of sweat and juices, lips stretched around his bulbous cock, moaning desperately while he ground his diapered hips into whatever was stuffed between his thighs like a bitch in heat.

Everything got cataloged—videos, notes, timestamps. They all went into the same folder labeled “Feeding Files”

She doesn’t keep the folder for arousal or nostalgia. Not even for blackmail, really. She rarely even watches most of them. Too many to count. It’s just inventory. A record of outsourced needs, so she doesn’t have to waste her own energy remembering when and how he was handled.

She went back to TikTok and scrolled through a few videos. Her thumb idled across the screen, skipping clips of recipes, dog videos, a woman silently organizing a kitchen drawer.

Then she paused. Frowned. Remembering she forgot something. Switched apps, checked her calendar, then went back to her messages with Rico.

[9:49 PM] "Almost forgot: hand him off to Marcus and Levi next. They got him for the rest of the night. 2-for-1 special. If he still needs to poop, let him. Marcus actually changes diapers...unlike someone I know...:P"

A small respite. Then another buzz.

[9:53 PM] Haha very funny. You want me to take him? He ain't gettin in my truck with no stank ass diaper.

[9:55 PM] He can walk. It's just a few blocks. Give him back his shirt but not his skirt.

She set her phone down, then sighed as she remembered something again.

[9:56 PM] Oh, and tell him not to moan so much when they're fucking his ass. They like it when he whines and pretends to struggle. Gets them harder that way.

[10:07 PM] He just left. Not before crouching down and dropped a massive dump first though. He was more upset that I kicked him out without a pacifier than about having to waddle out in public. Let me book him again for Saturday, I'm having a party.

She let out a quick exhale. A Mommy's job never ends. A quick swipe of her calendar told her he was already booked for Saturday, but it was just Viktor, and Viktor liked watching him beg too much to care what day it was. She would text him tomorrow to confirm a reschedule, but adjusted her calendar anyway.

[10:10 PM] Booked. I assume that means there will be more than enough…meat…to keep him satisfied?

[10:14] Oh yeah… they’ll use him up. He’ll be too milk-drunk and tongue-tied to whine for a while. Probably be walking funny until Tuesday!

That got a little smirk from her, but was quickly covered by a yawn. She tossed her phone aside. Not wanting to look at it anymore. Still, this was much easier than fixing bottles, changing diapers, and handing out teething toys for a needy 37-year-old.

She slid under the covers, enjoying the fact that she had the whole bed to herself tonight, but really it had been that way since one of the handlers (whose name she was now forgetting) put a crib in the other room for hubby. No more crinkling beside her, no more desperate gumming at a pacifier like his life depended on it. Just sleep. Blessed, uninterrupted sleep. With no wet sheets to wake up to in the morning.

She lay in bed, warm and undisturbed, phone silenced, her husband kept busy, kept used, kept away. For the first time in years, everything was managed. The whining, the need, the fixation—delegated. Outsourced. Solved.

Her life wasn’t perfect, but it was finally hers again.

And the mouth that once caused her so many problems?

Now it served her—quietly, obediently, and completely.

[djossi1990]

I picked up these super soft bamboo pjs today Cus they were so soft. Now there reminding me of hospital pj pants. Brings up some very humiliating emotions for me. Has anyone else ever been put in diapers in a hospital setting? Tell me about it? I’ll share a little of mine and then it’s your turn..

I was on a date with a daddy I had been seeing for only about 6 months. He was more ddlg, not an ab daddy and we had never even discussed diapers. We went for dinner, had a couple drinks and we went to his place to watch a movie. I won’t go into detail but upon getting there I had a very serious medical emergency for which he had to call an ambulance for me.

Paramedics had me all strapped into the stretcher and in the ambulance. They had administered pain meds when it occurred to me that those drinks at dinner were really needing to be let out. I nicely asked if they could unstrap me and let me go pee before we left and he told me I had two options… wait until we arrived at the hospital or pee my pants on they’re stretcher. Something about him saying that to me.. and the pain meds messing with my head suddenly made me go into this “bratty little” space. I obviously chose the latter and peed my pants. I mean what’s a girl to do when given only those two options. I was out like a light at that point. I woke up being pushed on the stretcher into emergency and it was now coming back to me that I had wet myself. I tried to hide it with the blanket. This worked at first until I was being moved to a hospital stretcher. I went into flight mode and wanted to hide from them all. So I again asked to use the bathroom and ran and hid in there. While I was hiding my date had just arrived to the hospital to keep an eye on me. They sent him to the bathroom to check on me and he coaxed me out to my room and got me back in bed. I could hear chatter in the hall about the sheets on the stretcher being wet. My nurses came in and they tried to explain to me that because of my medical condition they couldn’t have me up and down to the bathroom all the time and that I needed to stay in bed. I think it would be best she said if we just put you in diapers. I can be careful in the bathroom I said. I won’t go play anymore games and hide anymore, I swear. She wasn’t having it, and she said to the male nurse, just go grab a diaper and we will slip it under. Once he was back with diaper in hand I realized I wasn’t getting out of this and i embarrassingly went along with it. My date witnessed the entire ordeal and told me it was for my own good and it was better this way then having to get me up and down to the bathroom.

[djossi1990]

So it’s a kinky visit to a fetish nurse that you wanted

You are here to get your first enema aren't you? You may get more than you bargained for.

Have you ever been made to hold an enema before?

Well if you thought I was going to go easy on you, you are wrong. First, I’ll make sure your enema bag is full of body temperature water and then slide it inside you

After that, you'll be holding it inside with an inflatable butt plug until I allow you to release it all before the process begins again! That’s why I need to put you in a diaper

I know you are going to be moaning and whining, but if you do I will stuff a huge pacifier gag in your mouth to silence you

I'm going to be putting you in a diaper in case you expel it all over the floor.

Yes I expect it does feel a ittle strange having all that liquid inside you

Your belly is going to be SO full. You better be able to hold it, or else...

I don’t think you wil be able to hold it though. I think you are going to be filling that diaper in a minute or two. Aww begging to cramp up already? Better get used to that feeling honey. You are going to be experiencing it a whole lot more…

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