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[jam1erainbow]

Running Up That Hill

This caption is for a very shy diaper girl. She’s a widdle scared of the world knowing who she is. But I do!

“Oh my gosh, this is so cute! It looks just like a real nursery! She actually lives like this? Isn’t she older than me?”

You cower behind Daddy as the new woman Daddy brought home takes in your nursery. They discuss you and your diapers so casually, so matter-of-factly that you feel like the toddler she obviously thinks you are.

“Seriously, I can’t right now. I mean, look at all the colors, the decorations, the diaper supplies! Ugh, it’s adorable! I’d have no idea this was an adult’s room if it wasn’t for the massive crib, changing table, and stacks of oversized diapers!”

Daddy laughs. “Adult? Don’t get it confused, my little pamper packer here may be older than you, but she’s not an adult, are you, Princess?”

You feel your face burning as they both look at you expectantly. “N-nuh uh, Daddy, not adult,” you whisper, knowing not to disobey Daddy in front of company.

“Good girl,” Daddy coos, giving your diaper a playful slap.

“She’s adorable! So well behaved, too!” she says, her voice thick with derision.

“Thank you! She’s Daddy’s special girl!”

Her face suddenly lights up. “No way, is she actually peeing herself?!?” she screams excitedly.

Daddy looks over at you. You look back at them, confused. You’re not peeing, that much you know. You would know if you were.

“Oh my god, she is!” she screams, “look at her diaper! You can see her tinkles spreading! I can’t believe it!”

You grab your diaper, still positive she’s making it up. Until you feel your diaper. It’s warm. Your eyes are wide in terror.

Before you can do anything her hand is reaching down at your diaper, grabbing it as your pee continues to flow. “It’s so warm and thick! You’re actually peeing yourself in front of us like a baby!”

Daddy looks at you, his face both confused and excited. “Did you know you were peeing yourself, Princess?”

“I-I-I…,” your eyes fill with tears, “D-daddy!!!”

“Oh, come here, silly,” Daddy says, wrapping you in his arms, “looks like you’re finally unpotty trained! You should be excited!”

Becoming unpotty trained had been your goal when you started wearing diapers. But that was before you truly understood the reality of life as Daddy’s diaper girl.

All you wanted was to wear diapers. Maybe have Daddy tease you here and there for them. Just basic, casual fun.

Like all diaper girls, you thought you could have your cake and eat it too. It’s adorably naïve.

You actually believed you could wear diapers 24/7, having Daddy care for you, check and change your diapers and still be treated like an adult. It’s absurd.

If you wear diapers like a baby, squat down and fill your diapers with stinkies like a baby, and rely on your caregiver to change your diapers like a baby—surely you cannot expect to be treated anything but a baby.

“Wait!” she screams, “she’s unpotty trained?! Like she’s been wearing diapers so long she actually needs them? That’s so pathetic!”

It’s too much for you. You won’t let some girl younger than you tease you.

“I’m not a baby, you bitch!” you scream, stomping your feet.

You knew you were in trouble the moment you said it. Daddy looked at you as if you just slapped him. Thick, heavy silence hung in the room as they both stared at you.

“I-I-I d-didn’t m-mean it, D-daddy,” you sob.

More silence.

Daddy looks over at her. “I’m sorry, Claire. She knows better than to act like a little brat.”

“It’s okay, poor thing probably couldn’t help it!”

“It’s not okay, is it, kiddo?” Daddy asks you sternly.

“N-no D-daddy, I n-not allowed to u-use n-naughty words anymore…”

“That’s right! And what happens when you do?”

“I h-have to l-lay over y-your lap…”

“Good girl. Do you have anything to say to Claire first?”

You look over to Claire, forcing yourself to ignore the smirk on her face. “I-I’m s-sorry for calling you a naughty word, C-claire,” you say sheepishly.

“It’s okay, little one. I know you didn’t mean it!”

Daddy reaches out his hand for you. You reluctantly grab it and follow him to your crib. Daddy puts the bars down and sits on the edge. He looks at you expectantly.

You hesitate, not wanting Claire to watch Daddy spank you. You couldn’t bear the thought of her watching you get spanked like some naughty toddler.

“B-but…Daddy…,” you mutter, looking at Claire.

Daddy only smiles. “Claire stays, babygirl. If you didn’t want her to see you get punished, you shouldn’t have been naughty. Lay down. Now.”

As you move toward Daddy, he suddenly stands up. “Oh, I almost forgot! Now that you’re unpotty trained, I can’t risk you tinkling on me!”

Daddy heads to the closet, bringing a package of puppy pads out. He opens it, unfolding one and placing it on his lap.

Claire loses it, giggling uncontrollably. “A puppy pad?!? Stop, that’s so embarrassing, even for a diaper girl! But I guess it’s necessary if she can’t hold her tinkles!”

Red-faced, you stand in front of Daddy as he rips the tabs off your diaper. The cold air forces you to shiver as your diaper is removed. He balls it up and hands it to you to hold.

“On my lap, babygirl,” he says sternly.

You lay down on Daddy’s lap—and the puppy pad—more humiliated than you’ve ever been in your life. You hold on to the diaper in your hand, doing your best to cover it up.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Claire’s laughter fills the room as Daddy’s spanking pauses. Tears pour down your face as you realize how infantile and pathetic you must look to Claire.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

More laughing. You look around your nursery. The monument to your place in life. You see all the horrifically infantile designs, the pastel colors, the supplies to keep you pathetically pampered.

You take it in. Everything in the room made you so beautifully squirmy when they were added. It’s was all so hot. But as you look at it—through Claire’s eyes—you realize how far you’ve fallen.

She doesn’t see you as an adult. She sees you as a toddler. You’re not a threat to her. You’re a cute sideshow. She’s going to sleep with Daddy tonight, not you.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

All the cute baby-patterned diapers and accessories that you loved so much stare back at you, each with a life of its own. They mock you, gloating that they trapped you in their world.

They know what you are. A helpless, diaper-dependent baby. They know this isn’t an adults room—it’s yours.

The only sex that would ever happen in this room is between Daddy and any woman he brings in here. A woman getting off knowing what you are. Proving she’s better than you.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

By now your butt is on fire. Your whimpers fueling Claire’s laughter. She can’t get enough of this pathetic display.

Daddy’s hand strokes your hair before turning your face to look at him. You look at him through your tears.

“I-I ‘m sorry, Daddy!” you plead, “I w-won’t use naughty words again, I promise!”

“I know you won’t, babygirl. Let’s get you in another diaper.”

You timidly stand up, hiding from Claire’s smirking. You preemptively head for the changing table.

“HAHAHHA no way!” Claire goads, “did she really pee on the puppy pad?”

Horrified, you look back. Daddy holds up the pad clearly wet with pee. You cover your face, too ashamed to meet anyone’s gaze.

“Let’s get you in a new diaper before you leak all over the floor, Princess.”

You obediently lay on the changing table, still covering your face.

“Can she wear this diaper?” Claire says, holding up your thick night time diaper.

“That’s what I was going to put her in! Gotta get this lil stinker in her night time diaper before bed!”

Claire watches—on comments—on the entire diaper change. You whimper through the whole thing. Halfway through, Daddy gave you your paci, which you happily accepted.

Once your diaper was taped on, Daddy helped you off the table, leading you to your toddler chair and table.

He sits you down, bringing you paper and a box of crayons.

“I want you to write an apology letter to Claire while we go have some fun. And it better be good.”

“B-but,” you beg, “I need a pen!”

“A pen?” Daddy scoffs, “you have crayons here! Diaper girls don’t need pens! Diaper girls use crayons, silly!”

With that, they head out. Your stomach sinks watching Claire all over Daddy.

You get to work, writing your apology letter to the woman who took your man. As you write, you hear them in the next room over. You try to ignore the moaning as you write.

“Dear Claire, I’m sorry I used naughty words. Daddy said I should never use those words when addressing an adult like you…”

[jam1erainbow]

How embarrassing to still be in nappies 😳how shameful to wet yourself so much that your caregivers have to keep your version of a toilet taped to your hips all day 🫣 how mortifying to secretly miss the feeling of your soaked padding when you’re changed into a fresh new nappy 🍼

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pup cant control its words!

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Just want to tie him down and stroke his cock slow and lazy while he thrashes like a needy little freak.

Let him cry, let him beg, let him hump the air like a dog.

He thought he was getting off tonight? That’s cute.

I’m not done ruining him yet.

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Jason lay on the changing mat, his bare legs trembling slightly as Lydia gently wiped the last of his shame away. His eyes darted toward the open closet, where stacks of diapers sat in neat rows. Some were patterned. Some were plain. A few were pale blue, untouched.

The one in Lydia’s hand? Thick. Shiny. And pink. With pink patterns along the waistband and little cartoon princesses across the front landing zone.

“Really? Are we going to do this again?” Lydia asked without even having to look at him, wiping her hands clean. Her tone wasn’t angry. Just…tired. Like she was too used to this little ritual of resistance from someone who should know his place by now. “We’ve been through this, Jason. More than once. And every time you make that little face when I pull out the pinks. Like we haven’t had this exact conversation a thousand times. Like somehow you forgot what you are.”

Jason looked away, cheeks flushed. “I just don’t get why it has to be pink. Can’t I at least wear something blue or—I don’t know—more…neutral?”

Lydia turned her head sharply and gave him a cold glare. That shut him up.

“Because you’re not wearing blue, Jason. You haven’t earned blue. Blue is for boys. For those who might someday become men. You gave that chance up when you let me cage your pathetic little clit and cried the first time you saw Greg fuck me.”

She unfolded the pink diaper slowly, dramatically.

“You wear pink because you are a sissy. Because you serve. Because pink tells the truth in a way blue never will. Pink erases any doubt about who you are.”

She lifted his legs with ease, sliding the diaper underneath him.

“This is not just a diaper. It’s not just plastic and padding. It’s your place. You wear diapers because you’ve earned them. Through accidents, through jealousy, through tantrums. 

He whimpered.

“And yes, it’s pink. Of course it’s pink. Because every time you wear one of these, I want you to feel the blush. I want you to see yourself. Because it’s too easy for little sissies like you to start believing their own fantasies. Thinking they’re equals. Thinking they’re… men.”

She looked down at him, lips curled in a knowing smirk. “I don’t put you in pink to tease you, Jason. I put you in pink because it’s soft. Helpless. Feminine. It takes your last illusion of manhood and wraps it in powder and plastic and crinkles. I want you to remember that you’re not in charge here. You’re not a ‘man.’ You’re not dominant. You are my wittle sissy baby.”

Jason clenched his fists, but didn’t argue.

“You don’t get to be the man. Greg is the man. You’re the one on the changing mat. In pink. You're soft, docile, helpless. And you want to be—don’t even try to pretend otherwise. But the moment I let your head wander, you start trying to act like this diaper isn’t necessary. Like your cage is just some temporary kink.”

She pulled the front of the cloth back, revealing the dainty chastity cage hugging his limp, hairless sissy clit. It was small. Decorative. A tiny pink bow had been added recently for effect.

Jason whimpered and looked away.

“You're locked because you don't get to feel that kind of power. Not anymore. Not ever again. Because sissies don’t take pleasure. They give it.”

She tapped the cage with a firm nail. Click. Click. Click.

“Do you know why the cage stays on?” Lydia asked, brushing his bangs from his eyes. “That’s your wedding ring, sweetheart. You gave yourself to me. Your control, your arousal, your pride. And this little lock is just how I make sure you keep your promises. Because when you’re unlocked, your brain goes backwards. You get jealous. Possessive. You forget who you are.”

He looked up at her—ashamed, but listening.

“So say it.”

His lips barely moved. “Because I can’t be trusted.”

“Louder.”

“…Because I can’t be trusted. Because I act out. Because I get jealous. Because I act out when I’m unlocked. Because I forget that I’m here to serve, not to lead.”

Lydia smiled again, softer this time.. “There’s my good girl. That little thing between your legs? It’s not even yours anymore. It’s mine. Caged, because you can’t use it responsibly. Caged, because it keeps you humble. And caged, because I deserve satisfaction without having to manage your urges.”

“You get this because Greg is a man. He takes care of me. He satisfies me. He fills me. And you?” She smiled now, folding the front of the diaper up and over his locked clit. “You wear pink. You stay locked. You wait in your playpen while the real adults have their fun. And you come when called to clean up whatever it is I want you to.”

Jason twitched at her words, but he was breathing faster now.

She fastened the tapes tight—one, two, three, four—then stood back with a satisfied smile.

“And guess what?” she said, crossing her arms. “This diaper? It’s staying pink. It’s staying thick. And the cage? That’s staying on. Because as long as you wear both, I know we’re finally being honest with each other.”

She leaned closer, her voice almost a whisper. “Greg likes the diapers, by the way. He thinks they suit you. He thinks it’s cute how serious you try to look, even while you’re crinkling around in bows and pastel prints.”

Jason shut his eyes. His breath trembled.

Lydia kissed his forehead sweetly. “He said something else, too.”

“What… what did he say?” Jason asked softly.

She smiled. “He said you’re the perfect little sissy housewife. Quiet. Locked. And always padded. He said it’s adorable how much you try to pretend otherwise, but deep down… you know your role.”

Jason whimpered as she slid a pair of lace-trimmed plastic panties over his diaper, sealing the humiliation into a single soft rustle.

“You’re not resisting because you don’t want this,” she added, helping him to sit up. “You’re resisting because you do, and it terrifies you.”

She pulled a frilly pink dress over his arms and began lacing it up behind his neck, tightly, so it could only be removed by her.

“But guess what, princess?” Lydia whispered, brushing his hair off his forehead. “You don’t have to pretend anymore. Not with me. Not with Greg. We already know what you are. And if you ever forget? Just look down at your wittle, PINK pampers!!”

She stood back and admired her work.

“Now get downstairs. He’ll be here in ten minutes. I want you kneeling by the door when he arrives—curtsy when you greet him. And remember what I told you: no talking unless spoken to.”

Jason nodded meekly, fully bundled in pink, the thick diaper pushing his legs apart with every awkward step.

Sissy. Locked. Diapered. Owned.

Exactly where he belonged.

[jam1erainbow]

Idea:

-mommy comes home from their adult job (I have no idea what it is in little space, all I know is sometimes daddy talks to people in their conmputer)

-mommy catches me humpin my soaked diaper on the arm of the couch

-mommy snatches me up rips my diaper off and sits down with me across his lap and gives me twenty spanks

-daddy holds me while I cry and then diapers me with arousal gel on my princess parts, since I wanted to hump so bad

-mommy drops me in bed and chains my ankle to the board and makes me drink two water bottles and tells me it’s early bedtime for horny babies

-daddy sits down next to me to watch her show and makes sure I’m laying down (i can’t fall asleep)

-daddy goes to get a grownup snack - it smells amazing

-mommy watches me while I lay there trying not to hump and then turns on my buzzy toy

-I know that if I orgasm I’ll be in big trouble, I try and hold it back

-I get close to the edge and mommy turns off the vibrator

-daddy laughs at a joke on the show and then looks down at me

- (I’m trying so hard not to cum)

-(im so wet)

- I finally orgasm and daddy shuts off the vibrator before it gives me anything

-(I start crying)

-mommy rips off my diaper and fucks me in the aftermath of my ruin

-mommy cums

-mommy topples on top of me (still crying)

-mommy kisses under my eyes to stop the tears and then proceeds to make out with me until I stop crying

-daddy cuddles me and pets my body all over for awhile

-mommy sits me up, cleans me off, gives me comfy pajamas, and we watch our favorite show

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mommy dom telling her cute subby boy to edge himself. telling him when to stop and go, watching him squirm needily. she tells him to get nice and close before smirking and...stop! her needy boy whines and begs to come but mommy shushes him and says only good boys can come when they've earned permission. then she tells her boy to get back to teasing himself.

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Precious Little Things:

Girls and Boys with little peepees that don't even make their diaper tent when they are hard.

They need to be reminded how adorable they are, and also that they will never ever be big enough to have adult sex.

... Keep it in their pampers

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You want to have sex with Mommy? Where did you even hear that word, sweetie? You're far too little for special grownup time.

Don't fuss, baby boy. I know sitting in your soggy diaper makes your prince parts grow big and hard. But you can't be trusted long enough for Mommy to touch you like a big boy! You can barely hold it on the changing table.

We can play pretend, though. Mommy can take off her panties and bounce on the cute bulge in your diaper. Of course, your padding is far too thick to feel my pussy, but you've imagined it enough times.

Just knowing your prince parts are so close to Mommy's pussy is going to make you have an accident, isn't it? Aww, that's okay, that's what your diaper is for.

Maybe when you're potty trained - if that's even possible - you can make cummies inside Mommy. For now, you can practice in your diaper. It's hard to imagine my little man being big enough for that. After all, you smell like baby powder and the front of your diaper is wet - and not because of Mommy. But it's precious that you want to try.

I know you can't hold it anymore, honey. Let it all out. Be a good boy and have an accident for Mommy. You may think that you want to play like the grownups, but Mommy knows this is what you truly want. Nothing feels better than making cummies in your pee-soaked diaper to remind you what a helpless little baby you are. This is what you need. Even if you think it isn't, babies don't get to make choices.

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Daddy diapered me and put my in my straitjacket last night and forced me to listen to hypno in the dark strapped to the bed. Obviously I wasn’t in need of a change by bedtime, so I’ve been in this wet tie-dye Megamax for like.. 14 hours at this point? Plastic pants were added this morning… daddy noticed I hadn’t messed yet and he doesn’t want me to have an accident in my big girl panties while I’m at my doctor’s appointment, so he just bent me over and put a suppository up my bottom! 🙈 I don’t wanna mess my diaper! I wanna use the potty!!! 😭

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If you're holding right now, whatever you do, do not think about how good it would feel to let all that aching pressure release itself. Don't think about the hot gush of your pee finally bursting through the barrier of your exhausted muscles and rushing out of you like a waterfall. Oh, you definitely shouldn't think about waterfalls, or rushing streams, or the patter of wet little raindrops making puddles on the ground. God, it would be so bad to be caught in a rainstorm right now: the clouds full to bursting until they let go and drench everything, the drips trickling down your skin, soaking your clothes, leaving you wet. Don't think about giving in and letting yourself pour out all that pent-up liquid, too. It would feel so good, wouldn't it? But don't think about that, because you're trying to hold.

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The point of edging yourself isn’t to benefit you. It’s so that when I finally let you cum, I can watch your brain break in real time. All those denied orgasms crashing into you, breaking you, turning you into a dumb drooling mess that’s lost in the pleasure. So how about it? Want to edge for me?

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aww, do you really have a denial kink ? don’t worry, i’ll make sure you never forget who’s in control

i’ll edge you until you’re crying, trembling, a needy little mess begging for release you’ll never get

i’ll laugh when you plead, when you gasp, when you try to convince me you can’t take any more, like that ever mattered

i’ll make you say it yourself : force you to admit how desperate you are, make you whimper the truth through clenched teeth and a soaked mess between your legs

i’ll break you down, then push you to the brink just to watch you fall apart with nothing to show for it

because that’s all you are, isn’t it ? just a denied toy, just a ruined tease, just my obedient plaything

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Pretending to be a big boy is so exhausting, isn't it?

Maybe you're already wearing a diaper under your dress-up clothes, secretly hoping someone will see the waistband peaking out and check your padded bottom for the telling blue line. You'll feel so embarrassed when they discover you're just a little baby who can't even make it to the potty on his own.

But you can't help it, can you? It feels too good to go pee-pee in your diaper, feeling the padding swell with warmth. I know your potty parts get hard as soon as you feel the urge to go. Maybe you try to hold it and convince yourself you're an adult who doesn't need diapers, but we both know that's not true. It's such a relief when you finally have an accident and you get to sit in a warm, wet diaper for the rest of the day.

By the time you get home, your poor little prince parts are too needy to focus on anything but making cummies in your soaked diaper. You grab the first stuffy or buzzy toy you see and hump, hump, hump. The soft, wet padding rubbing against your precious cock is almost too much for such a little thing. Imagine if you tried to stroke yourself like the big boys do!

Everyone else in your life may think you're a man, but Mommy knows the truth. You're just a sweet potty pants who can't even be trusted long enough to take his diaper off during playtime. This is what you want, though, isn't it? You would much rather make humpies in your diaper than try to fuck like the grownups do.

You won't last long - you never do. But that's okay. You're just a silly little baby, after all! The sticky mess in your Pampers will remind you of that even when you're pretending to be a big boy.

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Good baby boys can’t always control their bladders

Good baby boys have lots and lots of wet accident in their pants and in their bed

Good baby boys really try to hold their full bladder to prove to mommy that they can but still end up soaked a lot

Good baby boys make lots of big pissy potty puddles because they can’t quite control their little bladder yet

Good baby boys need to be kept in very thick diapers so they don’t wet themselves every day and every night

Good baby boys still ask mommy if they can go potty in their diapers and try to hold it until she says yes

Good baby boys try to keep their bladders full and their diapers soaked

Good baby boys know that their diaper has to be completely soaked and maybe even leaky before they can be changed

Good baby boys blush when mommy checks their diaper and gives their cute diaper butt little pats

Good baby boys have another little accident and spurt into their diapers while mommy changes them

Good baby boys love having all of mommy’s affection and attention while she changes their diapers

Good baby boys love it when mommy teases their cock while changing their soaked diaper

Good baby boys sometimes get too excited and have “accidents”in their fresh diaper before mommy even tape it up completely

Good baby boys will do anything to please mommy

Good baby boys love eating mommy’s pussy and crave it, and will beg to taste how wet mommy is

Good baby boys love receiving compliments from mommy about how adorable they are and blush so much every time

Good baby boys get be excited just to see mommy that they wet their diaper a little

Good baby boys know their place as a cute pottypants who receives so much affection and adoration from mommy

Good baby boys live to be completely adored by mommy

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What’s your humiliation kinks, may I know ?

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Taking an alt or goth girl and turning them from hardcore dark queen of the night to sweet baby princess is an experience. All those dark clothes, large platforms, chains and spikes replaced with soft pink dresses and adorable white sock / tights.

“Your cute when your all hardcore and dressed up looking all fearsome and intimidating- but I think innocence suites you best. You look so much nicer as a grown ups precious little girlie princess… why don’t we just keep you like this from now on… oh, no fussing… behave. I think a certain little someone could do with a nap your clearly tired.”

Waking up to a soft pink world of bright colours and more conventionally girlie clothing. “It must be so humiliating and embarrassing being treated like this? Yeh? Well who’s gonna stop me… you certainly can’t. So I guess your just gonna have to begrudgingly suck your paci like a good girl and learn to accept being a gentle girly girl feminine princess at this point. Cause I’m not going to dress / treat you any differently so why don’t you just learn to enjoy it and go play with your dolls and your playhouse like a good girl.”