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Supernatural- Daddy Crowley Knows Best -pt-1

Commissioned comic from @lilrobbie25

Have a Daddy can be rough…but having a Daddy that is also a Demon is even rougher! Dean has smarted off for the last time around Daddy Crowley and is now in for a new set of rules.

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Diaper story 3; Baby Public humiliation, diapering and spanking with Strictmommykeyy🤱🚼👇👇👇Read carefully ⬇️⬇️

Mommy and baby were traveling together on the weekend for the doctor appointment . Baby had to hold Mommy's hand the whole time because baby was her one-year-old diaper baby. Not like two people in love, but like Mommy and baby. After a while, Mommy told baby to stop for a moment, and Mommy unzipped baby overalls and let them slide to the floor while was watching. Baby face turned very red at that moment, because now everyone who was still out could see baby in her diaper bodysuit. Mommy didn't mind, though, and she gently unbuttoned it and pushed it up. Mommy then took her hand and expertly checked baby’s diapers. Afterward, mommy said,

"My dear baby, you peed in your diaper after less than 2.5 hours, I think you need a diaper change here." Baby wanted to protest, but Mommy held my hand more firmly and went back to the trailer with baby, first placing baby over her knee.

Mind you, baby left in the same condition as when Mommy last checked her diaper. Of course, this was more than embarrassing for baby. But even more embarrassing for baby who was lying over Mommy's knee in the trailer and getting her diaper-covered bottom spanked with spanking bart. Then Mommy opened the diaper and spanked her baby's already red bottom with the flat of her hand. Finally, baby got to feel Mommy's belt for 10 minutes and this bring out the baby hormone in baby for a while because mommy reminds baby all the time that only mommy matters

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You heard the roar of a motorcycle outside your bedroom. That could only mean one thing.

Sadie was hear to babysit you.

Sadie was by fear the meanest, strictest and strongest sitter you had. She was a fitness fanatic, a power lifter. Her body was rock solid and toned. She could probably outlift you in the gym. She was so strict with you, found you utterly pathetic and laughable. She was a very experienced sitter its why your mom liked her. If your mom had an issue Sadie would spank it out of you.

You had just been put in timeout and now Sadie was going walk into your room and see your diapered butt in the corner. You shifted nervously waiting for her immenet arrive.

Hearing footsteps down the hall getting closer to your room. You heard her stop at your doorway. She loudly sighed and approach you.

"hey pip squeak" she said grabbing a handful of the back of your diaper. Squeezing it hard and giving it light pats. "a little wet but least its not poopy. Did you wet when you heard my bike pull-up sweetie" she said in a mocking tone.

You then heard your mother enter the room.

"Sadie! great you're here. I'm going run soon gotta fun night planned. You don't mind sorting him out for me? I caught him looking at girls Instagrams and hand down his diaper but he suddenly has gotten much quieter now you have shown up. I gave him a few suppositories so heads up he is due a diaper blowout"

earlier in the day when you thought you could jack off real quick. You weren't able to look at porn due to the child filter on your phone. So you got by looking at hot girls on Instagram.

"Of course Mrs French, I'll do whats necessary to make sure he falls into place. Sounds like someones bum has a date with ms hairbrush."

Your mom smiled "We keep it by his bedside along with a stack of diapers as a little reminder. You do what you like. He was so well behavied the last time. When I went to change him the next day after you sitted he begged for me to cream his bruised bottom i left him lying on his changing mat creamy bottom on show to cool it off"

You could hear Sadie tapping the hairbrush against her palm "Yes last time he did try to act like a big tough boy. But he was quick to change his tune. Few spanks in he was crying over my lap I hadn't even untapped his diaper. Soon as i got at his bare bum he was crying so loud I bet the neighbors heard"

Your bottom was sore just thinking about last times ordeal. Sadie was much stronger then your other sitters so the spanks she dealt out really hurt.

"ha I imagine they did. Well I gotta go Sadie. You two have fun tonight"

You heard your mom walk off and shut the front door.

"okay diaper butt lets get this over with"

Sadie grabbed you from the corner and dragged you over to the bed. She pulled you over her lap, you settled. She gently rubbed the brush against your diapered rump.

"caught wacking off to girls Instagram huh." the brush came down hard "that must of been embarrassing" a second spank landed on the opposite cheek. Sadie landed a flurry of spanks.

"you I know i babysit a lot of kids but you're the most misbehaved. Think I'll encourage your mom to enroll you in a daycare, you'd blend in."

she wasn't letting up, the hairbrush continued to land hard and fast. Each smack making your limp dick spurt some hot pee into your diaper.

Sadie continued to spank away unmercifully, you felt like a bold toddler over her lap. The suppositories your mom had put in you were working over time now, each spank making it harder and harder to contain the large mess in you.

Every now between spanks you would let out a little fart making Sadie giggle "come on now i know you can't hold that mess in much longer. Spanking a guy so hard that he messed his diaper now that could be something I'd boost about to my girlfriends"

the pressure was buliding and it was getting much harder and harder to focus on not messing with each lick of the hairbrush.

Sadie spanked the inside of your thighs making your legs widen causing you to lose control and the mess to rush out filling your diaper. The hot sticky mess rested against your sore bottom.

Sadie inspected you, poking and prodding the mess. "hmm I think a little horsey ride bounce to finish off your punishment."

she pulled you up off her lap. sat up on the edge of the bed gently brought you down onto one of her legs and began bouncing it.

"giddy up cowboy" she said giving you a light smack on your stinky bottom. You could only look over her shoulder as her knee went to work.

Each bounce of her strong leg was causing the mess in your diaper to make a horrible sucking and slurping noise on impact. The room stank of the slushy mess mixed with baby powder. You felt utterly helpless with each bounce reminding you of the pathetic situation you stared in. Sadie was in total control you were just an overgrown toddler to her.

The quick bouncing was making the diaper rub off your now hard member and Sadie knew.

Sadie quickened the pace of her knee bounce "if you have already wet and messed that thing you might as well make it cummy. We don't want these diapers going to waste"

Each bounce was bringing you closer to climax. A few moments later you exploded into your diaper adding to the additional mess. The bouncing stopped and shame washed over you as your red bottom settled in the stinky mess.

She held up a fresh diaper and looked at you. "now before I change you I want you to know thats what you will get each time mommy catches you wacking off. We're also going send each of those girls whos profiles you were jacking it to an a apology messsage. I also think a nice picture of you lying on your tummy with a open nappy and red bum on show will let them know you're a sorry little stinker"

She let you off her knee and you got into changing position, legs in the air your over worked full diaper on view. Maybe if you were good for the rest of the night and your humiliating photoshoot she would let you stay up a little past your usual bedtime. Its the best you could hope for when Sadie babysitted you.

Diaper image from @D1ap3r

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Former teacher Lilly's secret filming of students landed her in prison. Word spread like wildfire among the inmates, and they decided their newest cellmate was going to be the cell's baby.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?" growled Big Bertha, cracking her knuckles. "A teacher, huh? Teaching our kids what, exactly?"

Lilly trembled, her eyes darting around the menacing faces. "I... I didn't mean to—"

"Strip her!" someone yelled, and before Lilly could react, she was surrounded. Her clothes were ripped off, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.

Each prisoner took turns spanking her bare bum bum, the sting bringing tears to her eyes. "Please, stop!" she sobbed, but her pleas were met with laughter.

Next came the humiliation. They forced her into a frilly pink dress, a nappy, and a ridiculous bow on her head. "Look at the wittle baby!" one of them mocked, pinching her cheek.

From that day on, Lilly's life was a living hell. Nappy changes, forced playtime on the dirty floor, and being made to eat scraps like a dog were her new reality.

"Goo goo gaa gaa," she was forced to babble, the words tasting like ash in her mouth.

Her days were filled with degrading tasks and constant reminders of her fall from grace.

Her vagina was now a play thing. The other inmates would often make jokes about her private parts.

Lilly's life as a baby in prison was a never-ending nightmare, a constant reminder of her sins and the price she had to pay.

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Almost There

He was so precious. And still so shy, which was silly.

You would think working at a daycare would make me tired of taking care of little ones, but —on the contrary— I found nurturing little ones so fulfilling that I wanted to continue that with my own partner beyond the daycare.

That’s where he came in. He was submissive, suggestible, and childlike in a playful and addictive way. Not to mention adorable!

Today, like most days, I dressed him. Hence the Paw Patrol shirt; a show I know he secretly loves but refuses to admit. I also chose the khakis and belt. He was a silly boy: he refused to let me diaper him, but had no problem with me telling him when he could or couldn’t potty — something that made him feel adorably submissive.

Today I hadn’t let him potty at all, and I’ve been prompting him via text to stay hydrated, which he’s admitted to needing help with anyway. He is a good boy… mostly.

But there’s still some internal resistance, some shame and embarrassment left. Today would be the day I would break him free from all that. He’d be so much happier letting me take care of him like the sweet little diapered boy I know he is deep down. We were almost there — he just needed a little push.

That’s why I had dressed him in the belt to make getting to the potty on time harder. That’s why I had kept him overly hydrated all day and refused ti let him potty. That’s why I had snuck water pills and muscle relaxers into his lunch I packed for him.

That’s why I had asked him to come meet me at the daycare after closing time. And that’s also why his diapers sat piled high in the diaper cubby at the daycare tonight.

That brought us to this moment.

“Hey babe,” he waltzed in, “How was work?”

“Good,” I greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, “How was your day?”

“Also pretty good,” he bounced on the balls of his feet, trying to minimize the obviousness of his potty dance, “But I really have to piss! Can I please go the bathroom?”

“Piss?” I frowned, “You know how I feel about you cussing, baby.”

“S-sorry,” he squeezed his knees together, “Can I please go potty?”

“I don’t know,” I grinned with a touch of sadism, “Big boys should be able to hold it…”

“M-mommy please…” he whimpered.

As if on cue, a wet spot appeared on his crouch and started growing down his pants.

“Oh what do we have here?” I smirked as I lifted the blushy boy’s Paw Patrol shirt, “Looks like someone had an accident. Do you know what we do with kiddos who have accidents at daycare?”

“D-diaper them?” He stuttered. I was happy to see that his accident had the intended affect of blowing away his resistance.

“That’s right; you’re such a smartie!” I grabbed his wrist and his diaper as I dragged him to the changing table, “Now lie still for me, this will only take a minute.”

As expected, he was a good boy, and the diapering was quick, easy, and special. He didn’t stop blushing, even after the diapering.

“Hey sweetheart, everyone has accidents sometimes; you don’t need to feel embarrassed. How about I give you some crayons and a coloring sheet, while I go make you a bottle. Then we can cuddle as I hold you. Would all that make you feel better?”

“Y-yes mommy,” he said shyly. He really was the cutest thing.

I set him up at the toddler-sized table with a coloring sheet and crayons, and he seemed to be consumed by his art. I walked into the kitchenette to start prepping his bottle.

I smiled to myself as I tightened the nipple onto the bottle. Now that he was in diapers, he would never be getting out of them.

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As Always, all characters depicted are 18+

Credit to hofbondage for the artwork!

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The Belt

I love strapping the belt across their tummy. It doesn’t really do anything. It’s not like they’re going to roll off the changing table. They could easily unstrap it as their hands are free, but they know not to unless they want a very different type of belt.

Instead, it just serves as a way to belittle them even further. As if having to lay and wait for a someone to change their dirty diaper isn’t belittling enough. I often keep them strapped to the table for way longer than necessary. I leave the room to allow them to contemplate what it is they’ve done. They literally have to just lay there, contemplating the mess they made inside of their diaper while they stare around at what used to be their little “man-cave”. They're plagued with thoughts of how their life used to be, back before the diapers and pacifiers and ba ba's. They're left wishing they would have appreciated the toilet more, being able to do their business and being able to flush it all away instead of having to sit and stew in it and wait for a humiliating diaper change. Maybe they'll even remember what it was like to have sex.

Sometimes I’ll get them really worked up before I leave to “go grab something real quick”. You wouldn’t believe how many times I've come back to find them rubbing the front of their soiled diapers! Hell, one time I caught them on their tummy taking their poopy pamper to pound town! I guess the little strap doesn’t keep them from rolling over after-all!

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Almost There

He was so precious. And still so shy, which was silly.

You would think working at a daycare would make me tired of taking care of little ones, but —on the contrary— I found nurturing little ones so fulfilling that I wanted to continue that with my own partner beyond the daycare.

That’s where he came in. He was submissive, suggestible, and childlike in a playful and addictive way. Not to mention adorable!

Today, like most days, I dressed him. Hence the Paw Patrol shirt; a show I know he secretly loves but refuses to admit. I also chose the khakis and belt. He was a silly boy: he refused to let me diaper him, but had no problem with me telling him when he could or couldn’t potty — something that made him feel adorably submissive.

Today I hadn’t let him potty at all, and I’ve been prompting him via text to stay hydrated, which he’s admitted to needing help with anyway. He is a good boy… mostly.

But there’s still some internal resistance, some shame and embarrassment left. Today would be the day I would break him free from all that. He’d be so much happier letting me take care of him like the sweet little diapered boy I know he is deep down. We were almost there — he just needed a little push.

That’s why I had dressed him in the belt to make getting to the potty on time harder. That’s why I had kept him overly hydrated all day and refused ti let him potty. That’s why I had snuck water pills and muscle relaxers into his lunch I packed for him.

That’s why I had asked him to come meet me at the daycare after closing time. And that’s also why his diapers sat piled high in the diaper cubby at the daycare tonight.

That brought us to this moment.

“Hey babe,” he waltzed in, “How was work?”

“Good,” I greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, “How was your day?”

“Also pretty good,” he bounced on the balls of his feet, trying to minimize the obviousness of his potty dance, “But I really have to piss! Can I please go the bathroom?”

“Piss?” I frowned, “You know how I feel about you cussing, baby.”

“S-sorry,” he squeezed his knees together, “Can I please go potty?”

“I don’t know,” I grinned with a touch of sadism, “Big boys should be able to hold it…”

“M-mommy please…” he whimpered.

As if on cue, a wet spot appeared on his crouch and started growing down his pants.

“Oh what do we have here?” I smirked as I lifted the blushy boy’s Paw Patrol shirt, “Looks like someone had an accident. Do you know what we do with kiddos who have accidents at daycare?”

“D-diaper them?” He stuttered. I was happy to see that his accident had the intended affect of blowing away his resistance.

“That’s right; you’re such a smartie!” I grabbed his wrist and his diaper as I dragged him to the changing table, “Now lie still for me, this will only take a minute.”

As expected, he was a good boy, and the diapering was quick, easy, and special. He didn’t stop blushing, even after the diapering.

“Hey sweetheart, everyone has accidents sometimes; you don’t need to feel embarrassed. How about I give you some crayons and a coloring sheet, while I go make you a bottle. Then we can cuddle as I hold you. Would all that make you feel better?”

“Y-yes mommy,” he said shyly. He really was the cutest thing.

I set him up at the toddler-sized table with a coloring sheet and crayons, and he seemed to be consumed by his art. I walked into the kitchenette to start prepping his bottle.

I smiled to myself as I tightened the nipple onto the bottle. Now that he was in diapers, he would never be getting out of them.

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As Always, all characters depicted are 18+

Credit to hofbondage for the artwork!

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"Daddy and I are going to be a while, so let's put on your panties to protect you from leakies!"

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Crib Time

“Oh, my widdle Brandi, look at you all sad and pouty in your crib, all dressed up like a pretty girlie in that little girly romper and her Princess Pampers. Aww, did Mommy's outfit choice make you cry, my sweet cupcake? Are these short shorts making that little clitty strain against its cage? Well, well, well, let's see if we can cheer you up, shall we? Hmm…let’s see…oh, I know!

There, now Mommy’s shorts shouldn’t bother you anymore, I’ve taken them off. And my shirt. And everything else! I know how much you love Mommy’s body sweetie. Mmm, look at you, you can’t even look away! Silly little Brandi, are you staring at my titties? Aww, you know you can't have them, don’t you sweetheart? You're locked up tight in your little clitty cage forever, aren't you, princess?

Now, now, no more tears. Mommy's going to give you something to suck on. I want you to taste Mommy the rest of the night! Aren’t I so thoughtful? And I know you just love when I wear this little lacy g-string. So open wide my lucky little sissy. There, my widdle cucky, suck on Mommy's panties like a good bitch. Uh, oh…do you hear that Brandi? I think someone’s coming, who do you think that could be, hmmm?

Look who's here, Brandi! It's Daddy Conner! Aren’t you so excited? And guess what, my little sissy? Do you know why I asked Daddy to spend some time with us? It’s because I’m soooo horny sissy and you certainly can’t give me what I need. So, being the alpha he is, Daddy’s going to show you how a real man fucks a woman! That's right, princess, you're going to watch as I bend over your crib and let Daddy take me from behind! How lucky are you? Mmm, I know I can’t wait!

You see, Brandi, this is what a real man looks like. He has a big, hard cock, not like your little caged baby dick clitty. Aww, is my sissy jealous? Don't worry, baby, you can watch and learn. You're gonna see Mommy's titties bounce as Daddy pounds into me. You're gonna hear me moan and scream, and you'll know that's the sound of a real man pleasing a woman.

Now, be a good girl and watch closely, my widdle Brandi. You might learn a thing or two, even though you'll never get to experience it yourself.  If you're a very good girl and watch quietly, I might just let you clean up after Mommy and Daddy have our fun! After Daddy fills me up with his real man cum, you’ll be licking my pussy clean! Isn't that exciting, princess? And ooh, I have an even better idea! If you're extra good, you can clean Daddy's cock too! I know how much you love sucking on your baba…”

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"Watcha doing, little one? Why are you coming into my room? You know the only reason you're allowed in here is if you need your diaper changed. Are you wet?"

You propped yourself up from your hands and knees so that you could submit to Michelle's humiliating diaper check.

Michelle was your 'Big'. After several drunken disorderlies around campus, and a reputation for sleeping with (and fucking over) several girls at the dorm, you were quickly labeled as a 'problematic student'.

It happens to a lot of incoming Freshman and Sophomores. Their first few years at college, without supervision, some don't know how to handle the freedom and end up abusing it.

So, in an effort to alleviate the problem and keep the campus/dormitory looking good, a program was established to help students better transition into their adult life. These problematic students obviously weren't ready to be adults, and they must need 'parental' supervision because, without it, they apparently didn't know how to behave.

Seniors in good standing would be assigned a 'little' that needed correction. They would monitor, counsel, and sometimes punish their little to make sure they were making proper choices. But, call a spade a spade: they were basically your glorified babysitter.

The program quickly evolved, with each dorm finding more and more...successful methods of rehabilitating their peers.

The powers that be at the University simply looked the other way. After all, constantly expelling students made them look bad, they couldn't develop a reputation for constantly admitting delinquents, and hazing was something that happened all the time anyway. So, they decided to leave each dorm to their own devices.

Unfortunately for you, the device at your dorm was quite possibly the most humiliating of them all. They called it the 'Crinkle Correction'. They said it served as a way to 'start fresh', by starting you over in big, fat, crinkly diapers.

You had little choice in the matter. At only 20 years of age, the citations you received for drinking could get you expelled, or worse, put in jail. Girls around campus could file reports that you abused/assaulted them (even though you didn't), and it would ruin your reputation and any chances of landing a good job. Your only choice was to man up and take it.

"My goodness you are wet!" Michelle exclaimed. "Look how plump and puffy your pamper is!"

You flushed as you knelt in front of her, wearing nothing but your soggy diaper, feeling her grope and poke every square inch of the front in order to emphasize her point.

After she was certain that your cheeks couldn't get any redder, she placed the tip of her finger into your waistband, and gently pulled back.

"D'awww! Why is it crying?" she cooed as she peeked inside, referring to your caged cock. Michelle thought it was the perfect solution to keep you from fucking every girl on campus (as if the diapers wouldn't serve the exact same purpose), "you're leaking chastity tears!" she giggled, wiggling her hips in her sweatshirt with nothing but panties underneath. She knew it drove you crazy, she liked watching you clench your legs in an attempt to stem the flow to your crotch.

She circled you, watching you tremble. You wondered if other Bigs were as dominant as her, as demeaning, or did you get unlucky in that regard too?

"Did you go poo poo too?" she sneered in her sinister voice, circling you like a lioness around her prey.

"Y-yes ma'am..." you whimpered.

Frumpp!!

A swift kick to the back of your droopy diaper, her foot perfectly landing at the base of your balls. It wasn't her first time. You groaned and collapsed forward on your hands and knees.

"Tell me." She hissed into your ear. "Tell me what you did in your diaper."

"I went poo poo's in my pampers, Mommy!!" you whined into the floor, trying your best not to sob in front of her. She'd made you call her 'Mommy' since the first day she 'adopted' you.

"Awww!! Is that what that stench is?" She asked, as if she didn't know it as soon as you crawled in. She probably could have smelled you from down the hallway.

"Yes Mommy!!" you blubbered, losing your composure. "Sorry for stinking up your room!! B-baby needed to make a boom boom!"

It was pathetic. Pitiful. But you told yourself this was your only chance of staying in college and landing a solid career.

"Hmmm...well I'm sorry, little one, but you know I don't change dirties. You're gonna have to go find an RF for that..." But that didn't stop her from pressing her hand to your padded behind and mushing the mess into your backside while you cringed and whimpered.

RF's were 'ReFormed' students that had already made it through their semester of Crinkle Correction. Having to change dirty diapers served as a reminder of what they'd been through, and how easily they could go back if they ever decide to slip up again.

You obviously knew this. You'd had to make several crawls of shame through the hallways to one of the RF's rooms. But Michelle insisted that you come show her your filthy diapers first.

"Off you go," she said, taking the pacifier dangling from your neck and putting it back in your mouth. She smiled triumphantly, turning back to finally find some bottoms to put on.

Dismissed, you begrudgingly made your way out the door.

"Come back later, loser." she called after you. "I've got some girlfriends coming over. We'll play dress-up and turn you into a wittle baby gurl!"

As if. You thought. No way you would subject yourself to that level of humiliation! But she must have read your mind.

"If you do, and you're a good wittle pwincess, I might let you borrow my vibrator!"

God damnit. You thought. I'll be there.

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The Easy Way or the Hard Way…

“Oh no, no, my widdle Princess Pampers, don't you dare start crying now! We're just getting started, my cute sissy. spank You see, Mommy gave you two choices, the easy way or the hard way. spank I told you, Daddy had a rough day at work, he needed someone to take his frustrations out on! spank I didn't want to mess up my hair, and I wasn't in the mood to gag on Daddy's monster cock, even though I love it so much. spank So, guess who was gonna feel his strong hands pulling on those pigtails of yours, huh, Brandi? spank All you had to do, cupcake, was greet Daddy at the door, on your hands and knees. spank And all you needed to say, in your sweetest little girl voice, was 'Pwease, Daddy, can Sissy Brandi pwease have her ba-ba?' spank

But, nooo, you just had to fight me, didn't you, my little sissy? spank Screaming, 'No, no! I won't suck his dick again!' spank Listen up, you whiny bitch, get this through your thick skull: we own you! spank, spank, spank You are a pathetic sissy baby, Brandi! You suck on a dick-shaped pacifier and wear diapers, for fuck's sake! spank You don't get an opinion, princess! You call a grown man Daddy, and that's as pathetic as it gets! spank You've sucked his dick so many times, I've lost count! spank And you've swallowed so much of Conner's cum, it's a wonder you even taste it anymore. spank He's stretched your sissy pussy so much, we had to upgrade your plug! spank 

Last one for now, my widdle sissy. spank Now, listen to Mommy very carefully. You might not like it, but I don’t care, you're stuck with us, princess. You're Mommy and Daddy's little sissy forever. You know I've already told all my friends, your family, and even your old coworkers about your new life. I even enrolled you in a sissy daycare for when Mommy needs a break from you! Now, while you wait for Daddy to come home, I want you to think about how you have no real choices left, my cute sissy slut. From now on, it's either you being a good girl and taking the easy way, or being a naughty little bitch, and you get the hard way. And tonight, I think Daddy will be happy to teach you a lesson about the hard way. He's a lot stricter with his spankings than Mommy, and with you secured in those stocks and bent over, well, let's just say I don’t think Daddy will be taking out his frustrations on your mouth anymore…”

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Even from the corner of her eye, Emma could see he was moving funny. He usually had that crinkly waddle, his legs forced wide by the padding between his legs. But she didn’t even have to glance up from her book to notice that something was…off. His movements were more measured, more tentative as he shuffled back and forth in the living room. A quick sniff of her nose confirmed her suspicions, but she decided not to say anything—not just yet.

Her book forgotten, she watched him meander back and forth across the room, waddling aimlessly, not really searching for anything other than something to say.

After several more minutes of silence, Emma finally spared him.

“Ryan,” she called,. “Do you have something you need to tell me?”

He turned slowly, his expression a mix of nervousness and resignation. “I’m fine,” he mumbled.

“Are you sure?” Emma asked, smiling despite herself. “You don’t have anything…weighing heavily on your mind?”

He hesitated, eyes dancing back and forth meekly.

Emma uncurled on the couch, sitting up straight and putting her feet flat on the floor. “Come here.” She said, soft yet firm.

Ryan rocked back and forth on his toes, unsure, but the look from Emma finally convinced him. He sighed, then slowly shuffled over in front of her, his cheeks a bright pink.

He there stood awkwardly, his hands fidgeting at his sides, head lowered. The silence between them stretched out, thick with tension. The padded bulk between his legs was unmistakable — and Emma’s sharp eyes hadn’t missed the subtle change in his posture.

“Ryan,” she said, her tone cool but not cold. “You’re sure there’s nothing you want to tell me?”

His eyes flicked up to meet hers, then darted away just as quickly. His face was crimson now, lips pressed into a thin line. The scent was stronger now, telling her everything she needed to know, even if he wouldn’t.

“N-no…” he whimpered, voice so small.

“Pull down your pants, Ryan.”

His fingers trembled as the gripped the waistband of his joggers, his breath quivering as he dropped them to his ankles.

He stood back up, his large disposable diaper on display. He lifted his shirt—but only because his arms were raised up to hide his face—giving Emma a better view.

She let the moment hang for a minute. The silence (and the diaper) doing all the talking. Ryan rubbed his face anxiously, wanting to move or run or hide, but all he could do was stand there.

Emma uncrossed her arms and rested her hands on her thighs, giving him a look that was soft around the edges but firm at the core. “I’ll ask you once more: Did you do something in your diaper?”

Ryan’s shoulders slumped. He gave the smallest of nods.

“Do you want to tell me what it is?” She asked, as if the evidence wasn’t on full display.

His face flushed again, he hid behind his hands, then shook his head.

“Well then I guess ‘Mommy’ will have to check,” Emma sighed, gently taking him by the wrist and making him shuffle closer with his pants still around his ankles.

She slowly poured her eyes over him, tracing her hand up his cowering thighs, running it over his crinkly pamper—but not stopping—her fingers raising his shirt even further, nails dragging across his tummy.

“It’s pretty swollen, Ryan,” she observed, giving the front a gentle squeeze. It was quite warm, and the smell of piss competed with that of the powder and…other things.

Carefully coaxing a finger into the leg bands, she ran it back and forth teasingly, “Did you wet your diaper, Ryan?”

He let out an embarrassed huff, but nodded.

“Use your words,” Emma said, running her palm over the front of the squishy diaper, “tell me what you did in your diaper, honey!”

His bottom lip quivered, “I…pissed myself.”

Her hand stopped abruptly, ceasing his labored breathing. “Say it in little speak!”

His face screwed up again, he shifted, but his voice creaked out in a higher pitch “I-i went pee pee’s in mah diapee, Mommy!!”

“Goood boiii!!!” Emma cooed, patting his pissy pamper affectionately, squeezing it around his hardening cock and giving it a couple good strokes for some positive reinforcement. “Thank you for telling me!”

She released her grip on his swollen padding and sat back a bit, “Now…is there anything else I need to know…?”

Ryan immediately went back into his shy and timid mode. His head hung low, his body deflated, hands subconsciously rising to his face again.

“N-nuh—“

“Turn around.” This time Emma’s tone was sharp, pointed, meaning business.

Ryan was taken aback at first but—perhaps more out of fear than anything—he whimpered and waddled around in a circle, droopy diaper dancing back and forth as he did.

Emma placed her hand under the hefty load in the back of Ryan’s diaper, it was even warmer than the front. “So you don’t want to tell me what this is??” She scolded, pressing her palm inward and smushing the mush into his backside, watching him visibly cringe. He groaned, whimpering.

“Tell me what it is, Ryan!” Emma roared over his pathetic whining and crying. “Tell me what you did in your diaper, sweetheart!”

Ryan continued to squeal as Emma pressed the mess into him, wriggling it around, using her other hand on his hip to serve as a firm reminder that he was not to move or run away. He was to stay in place and take her torment.

He knew it wasn’t going to stop until he voiced it. As hard as it was to say out loud, it was harder to endure such gross humiliation.

“I made a poopy diaper!!” Ryan cried, “I went poo poo’s in my diapee!!”

Emma stopped, dropping her hand. The hefty load fell back down as gravity took over.

There was more silence for a while. Ryan’s breath heavy and labored. His eyes and cheeks moist.

Eventually, he felt Emma’s soft, cool skin as her hand gently took his. With a firm tug, she guided him to stand beside her. Her fingers curled around his wrist, warm and steady. “Over,” she instructed, tapping her thigh.

That got Ryan blubbering again. “No, Mommy pweez! I sorry! No spankies! PWEEZ!!” Even through his pitiful pleas he instinctively started dropping to his knees to climb over her lap for a punishment—but she stopped him.

“No, no, baby!” She said,stopping him. Softly, comforting, “like this…”

She guided one of his legs over hers, keeping him facing forward, away from her. Emma adjusted him with little effort, settling him so that his bottom was properly positioned — thickly padded, snug in his diaper, and directly over her knee. She rubbed his back for a moment, grounding him, then slowly pressed him down so that his weight was fully on her thigh.

“Shhh…it’s okay!” She whispered softly in his ear when it made him cringe.

Peeling back the waistband, she gave the diaper a quick, practiced peek. Again, not because she didn’t know the contents, but to get him familiar with the process.

“You certainly did some damage in there, little man!” She said, patting the waistband closed. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, like a big spoon, “but if you want to wear diapers, you’re going to have to learn to tell Mommy when you use them.”

Before he could reply, Emma shifted slightly, spreading her knees just enough for a better seat. Then, without warning, she began to bounce him — small, controlled lifts of her leg beneath him. The motion was firm, rhythmic, and deliberate. Not punishing, but undeniably corrective. Each bounce jostled him gently but unmistakably, the thick padding exaggerating every motion.

He tried to move away, but she tightened her arm across his lower back, steadying him, pressing him down. “You’ll stay here until you remember this feeling,” she said, not breaking the rhythm of her knee. “Get used to it. It’s going to be happening a lot more from now on. You didn’t think you were going to get to wear diapers and not use them for all of their intended purposes, did you??”

Ryan whimpered and whined.

Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.

Each rise of her knee sent a flush of warmth through his cheeks, not just from the physical sensation of the mush on his bottom, but from the emotional exposure of it all rushing to his face. And yet, as her other hand brushed slowly up his spine, comforting even in the middle of discipline, the duality of it soothed him. She waited for him to finally have his cathartic moment before coming to a stop.

“Come here, honey…” she said softly, turning him around but in the same position, wrapping her arms around him so he could bury his face in her chest, sobbing softly. She patted his back, shhhing him. “I know that was hard, sweetpea, but this is why you need to tell Mommy when something happens in your diaper! You’re supposed to ask for help — not try to hide it.””

“I was embarrassed,” he whispered.

“I know you were, honey.” She cooed, brushing her hand along his back “it must be humiliating being a grown man pooping in a diaper, huh?”

He whimpered at that, but she held him closer and rocked him back and forth.

She knew that he liked to be degraded, but he needed the other part too. “Trying to hide it only makes it worse. I’m here to help you through the hard stuff, even the messy stuff. Especially that.”

He softened at that, melting in her arms.

“You’re safe,” she whispered close to his ear. “I’ll never judge you or leave you or make you feel less-than for the things you enjoy.” She let that hang, then shrugged, “well…other than when we’re in scenes.”

Moments like this—where they were having their kinky play time, experimenting with the dominant and submissive dynamic—always seemed to lead to a breaking down of barriers of some kind. The years of shame and guilt and baggage that Ryan had carried with him about his stupid little fetish all seemed to fade away in that instant. He felt safe in her arms, protected. Accepted, as she rocked him back and forth in his mushy diaper. The smell was horrendous, but she didn’t have a single wrinkle on her nose as she kissed his forehead softly. She loved him. All of him.

“There,” she said gently when he lifted his head off her damp shoulder, his cheeks and eyes still misty. “Better?”

He nodded, hands wiping his face.

She helped him up carefully, her hands guiding him with the same firmness that had corrected him. Their eyes met — his shy and grateful, hers steady and affectionate before she closed them and gave him a kiss.

“Let’s go change your diaper,” she said, standing up, but she had that devious look in her eye again. The one that said she wasn’t done playing. “Then you’re going to go over my lap the other way, I’m going to get the wooden spoon, and we’re going to give you a reminder of why you need to be honest with Mommy.”

[jeheufhf]

Letting Go

Author's Note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. Readers should also be 18+ only!

Kevin hesitated in the hallway. He clutched Cosmo to his chest. Inhaled the familiar smell of baby powder and his own breath in the stuffy’s fur. 

“Come on in, cutie-patootie,” Mommy Beth said. She stood in the bathroom doorway, blocking his view of the interior. 

He spent so little time in there these days. A few minutes brushing his teeth. Twice-a-week bubble baths. She even brushed his hair and clipped his nails in the nursery more often than not. The bathroom was her domain. She’d close and lock the door to do in private what he did in his diaper. He tried to leave her alone when she was in the bathroom, but sometimes, he couldn’t help himself. He’d ask for a snack. Or for permission to stay up later to watch Johnny Quest reruns. “Mamas need a little peace and quiet, too,” she’d say. Or “Your potty is wherever you are. Please let me have this space.”

But not today. Today, she invited him in. 

“What’s going on?” he asked. “Am I in trouble?”

She planted her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side. “You’d know it if you were in trouble, mister. Now stop being silly and get your bum in here.” 

He shuffled across the thick carpet, pausing at the doorway.

“Close your eyes,” she said.  

His stomach fluttered. He closed his eyes.

She wrapped her soft fingers in his and led him forward onto the cool tile. “Alright, go ahead and open ‘em.” 

“Woah,” he gasped. 

A Captain America costume hung from the shower curtain rod. Not the cheap, plasticky kind from the pharmacy or the slightly nicer pajama style you found at Halloween stores. This was thick, well-stitched material. The colors were the correct shade. It even had padding for the biceps and abs that didn’t look like foam stuffing. A shield with some heft hung from a strap next to the costume. This was custom-made by someone who knew what they were doing. Someone who cared.

“Really?” He said. “For me?” 

She laughed. “Unless you know someone else who wants a Captain America costume with extra room sewed into the seat for a big ol’ diapie.” He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face against her warm neck. “Thank you. I love it.”   

She kissed the top of his forehead. “There are a couple of Comic-Con tickets in my bedroom that go with it. I thought you might like to show it off.” 

He felt his smile grow even wilder. “You’re the best. The absolute best.” 

“There’s just one thing I need you to do, cutie-patootie. I want to be sure you get years of enjoyment out of it.” 

He broke free of the hug and nodded vigorously. “Of course. I’ll hang it up in my closet whenever I’m not using it.” 

“I’m more worried about stains and smells.” 

“I won’t wear it when I’m eating, either.”

She stepped aside, revealing something else. A potty training chair. Blue plastic with a foam-padded seat. Someone had put superhero stickers all over it.  

“What’s that?” 

She chuckled. “It’s been that long since you’ve seen a potty, hhhmm? Forgot what they are?”

“Do I…I have to potty train to wear the costume?” He adored the outfit, but not enough to give up his diapers and everything that came with them.

“Of course not! I love you being my lil squishbutt. Besides, you really think you could?” 

Kevin shrugged. “Probably.” 

“Are you forgetting the accident you had at Whole Foods last week? You peed down your jeans into your sneakers. And the week before that, you soaked your car seat and I had to put the cushions through the wash. Does that ring a bell, mister?” 

Kevin blushed. “I thought you wanted me to be your squishbutt.” 

“Sweetie, I do. You are my squishbutt. That’s the point. I just don’t want…” She bit her lip. Sucked in a deep breath and exhaled. “I know you don’t want to talk about it, but I don’t need any more accidents like you had at my sister’s.” 

Dinner at Sarah’s had been a disaster. One of the worst nights of his life, in fact. It was the first time he’d been to Sarah’s house since she’d discovered his hidden stash of diapers and broken off their relationship in a fit of crying and accusations. The first time he’d talked to her since he’d gone off the deep end, sending increasingly depressed and desperate texts. Buying her expensive gifts she’d return or throw away. Leaving long, late-night voicemails. 

Beth had intervened to keep him from fully imploding. She’d shown up on his doorstep one evening with a tray of cookies and a warning that he needed to give her sister space. She’d been kind. Understanding. She’d actually listened to his side of things. Concerned for her sister, yes, but also for the guy who had his diapers and onesies dumped on the living room floor. Empathy led to friendship. Friendship had blossomed into something more—something special and amazing. 

Beth had maintained her relationship with her sister. But until Sarah extended the olive branch of dinner, Kevin kept his distance. Dinner with the two of them had been awkward but basically fine. Lots of small talk about the meal, the weather, and Sarah’s work. She started to open up around dessert time, even making a half-hearted joke about his ‘pampers’ that only partially turned his heart inside out. Then he’d peed all over her couch. A sudden, soggy mess that had ended with Sarah snapping and him hiding in the car until Beth came out.  

“Since you’re so worried about leaks all of a sudden,” he snapped, “maybe you should buy me thicker diapers.”

Mommy raised her eyebrows. “Or maybe I need to put you down for a nap, and we can talk about this later when you’re not so cranky.” 

He threw his hands in the air. “You don’t want me to potty train, but you bought me a potty chair. And you don’t want me to leak, but you won’t get me thicker diapers.” 

“Don’t be silly. You know this mama buys the thirstiest dips they’ll sell me. And half the time, I add a stuffer for your soggy butt, too. It’s not that.” 

He stared, waiting. 

“You need to stop holding on, Kevin.” 

“I’m not holding anything. I haven’t used the toilet in…I don’t even know how long.”

She sighed. “You’re not listening to what I’m saying. You wait and wait like you’re still using the potty, and then you flood all at once. You’re not going to use the potty again, mister. Well, except for this one, and you’re keeping your diaper on for that. So it’s time to stop holding on to your potty training.”  

“I know that,” he said. “I don’t want to go back.” 

“Really? Because it seems like you’re clinging to that bit of control. Thinking that if you wake up one day and decide you want to go back to your old life, go back to my sister, that’ll still be possible, so as long as you’re still potty trained. You need to let go.” 

“No way. I’m not holding on to anything. And definitely not holding onto anything with Sarah.” 

“Mmmhmm…”

A moment of silence hung between them.

“So you’ll indulge this mama?”

He shrugged. “Fine. Sure.” 

She smiled and patted his diapered butt. “Alright, then. If you don’t want me to return that costume and those tickets, you need to use your new potty every time anyone uses the big potty today.” 

“Seriously?”

“That’ll get you used to going more often. And if you’re going when I am in, it’ll help both of us remember that you shouldn’t be holding it.” She drew up her dress, pulled down her panties, and sat on the toilet.  

Kevin stared. He’d never seen her naked. Not from the waist down, anyway. Their relationship wasn’t like that. On special nights, she took off her top and let him nurse while she stuck a hand down her panties. She slapped his hand and called him a bad baby the one time he’d tried to put his hand in her panties.  

“Leave your diaper on and sit on Mr. Potty,” she said. 

Kevin looked at the potty training chair. Big, as far as these things went, but still tiny for him. This wasn’t a problem. A bit silly, but not a problem. He hadn’t been holding it like she said. He didn’t want to go back to his old life. And he definitely didn’t want to go back to Sarah. Thinking about her twisted him into knots. 

He lowered himself onto the foam seat. “Happy?” 

Mommy placed three fingertips against the front of his dry diaper. A moment later, he heard the tinkle of her peeing. 

“So what am I supposed to do, exactly?” he asked. 

“Stop holding it. Just let go whenever you feel the urge.” 

“Oookkkay. What if I don’t feel the urge now?”

“You do.”  

“I don’t.”

“Kevin.”

He sighed and closed his eyes. He thought about waterfalls. Hoses. Sprinklers. 

“I can’t,” he said.

She started humming the tune to Itsy Bitsy Spider. 

“What are you doing?”

“The itsy bitsy boy bits taped in the diaper fluff. 

Down poured the pee-pee and soaked the baby’s stuff. 

Out came his mummy, who changed his soggy seat. 

And the itsy bitsy boy bits were dry for half a beat.”

Kevin smiled reluctantly. That was cute. And clever. Just like his Mommy. 

“Come on, sweetie,” she said. “Sing along with me.” 

He shook his head.

“Don’t be shy. The itsy bitsy boy bits…”

“...taped in the diaper fluff,” he sang quietly. 

“Down poured the pee-pee and soaked the baby’s stuff.” 

“Out came his mummy, who changed his soggy seat.” 

“And the itsy bitsy boy bits were dry for half a beat.”

As if on cue, warmth enveloped the front of his diaper. Washing over his balls. Soaking the seat. He opened his eyes.

Mommy smiled down at him. “What a good boy you are for Mama.” 

***

“How’s my cutie-patootie doing?” Mommy Beth asked.  

Kevin sprawled out on his nursery floor, reading a Conan comic. Mommy stood in the doorway to his nursery, a bottle of juice in hand. He’d just finished his first bottle of apple juice a few minutes ago and wasn’t the least bit thirsty.

She knelt down next to him and placed a hand between his legs. “You haven’t wet again since you sat on Mr. Potty, have you?” 

He shrugged. “You haven’t either.” 

She giggled. “You’re right. But mama isn’t in diapers, is she?” 

“No.” 

“Well, I’ve been chugging water, so we’re going to have lots of chances to work on this together. Come on, let’s go.” 

“I don’t want to. I’m reading.” 

“Sweetie, I’m not asking. Come on.” 

He sighed and stood up. “Fine.” 

Once again, Mommy pulled up her dress and sat on the toilet. He sat down next to her on his ridiculous plastic potty. His knees poked up awkwardly. The tile was cold on his feet. He didn’t miss being in here at all. She was crazy if she thought he wanted to go back to the way things were. He leaned back, and a staticky flushing sound came out of a speaker on top of the plastic potty. 

“No flushing until you’ve made your tinkles, you little cheater.” A moment later, he heard the gentle patter of her peeing. 

“This is dumb,” he said. 

Mommy started humming. 

“Mama had a little lamb 

His diaper white as snow

Every time that mama went

Baby had to go 

He held his tinkles in one day 

Lamby broke the rule 

Now naughty Lamby’s back

In diaper training school”

Kevin grunted. 

“Come on, sing along with me,” Mommy cooed. 

“I don’t wanna sing, and I don’t wanna pee.” 

Mommy turned to him. “What happened to ‘I don’t have to?’ Now you don’t want to? See, baby, you are holding it.” 

“Shouldn’t matter if I’ve been holding it,” he said. “If you changed me more often, it wouldn’t matter.” 

Mommy frowned, and he instantly regretted his words. Still, it was true. He was already wet when he leaked at the store, in the car, and at Sarah’s. If he’d been dry, that wouldn’t have happened. 

She dabbed herself with toilet paper, flushed the toilet, and washed her hands, all without saying a word. She left the bathroom and came back a moment later with the full bottle of apple juice, a fresh diaper, and a stack of picture books. 

“What’s all that for?” 

She pointed at the floor. “Lie down. I’m changing your diaper.” 

He gave her his fiercest scowl and lowered himself onto the hard tile. “Why aren’t you changing me in the nursery? This isn’t comfy.” 

“You know, for a baby, you sure do like to be in control,” she said. She popped the tapes on his diaper and pulled it down. “When you use your diapers. Where you get changed. Next thing I know, you’ll probably be telling me when I’m allowed to use the bathroom.”

“It’s just not comfortable in here. That’s all.” 

She pulled the wet diaper out from beneath him, and his clammy bum connected with the chilly tile. “You should’ve thought of that before you blamed Mama for your leaks.” She slid a fresh diaper underneath him. “You’re staying in here until you’ve wet your diaper.” 

“What?! That’s not fair.” 

“I’ve brought you books, a fresh diapie, and something to drink. I expect you to drink all of the juice by the time I check on you.” She brought the front of the diaper up and taped it into place. “Now sit on that potty, mister.” 

He sat up and then flopped down onto the potty chair. 

She set the stack of books on his bare legs. “Take this time to learn a thing or two.” She left the room.

Kevin looked down. Danny Duckling Learns to Use the Potty. The cover showed a fluffy yellow duck with an even fluffier diaper around its waist. Kevin sighed and flipped open the cover. There wasn’t anything else to do, and he didn’t dare get up and leave.

“Danny Duckling was a sweet, clever duck. He loved to bake cookies with his mother, play catch with his brothers and sisters, and dance with his cousin Maisel Mallard.”

The page showed Danny, wearing nothing but a pink tutu and a fluffy white diaper, doing a pirouette in the living room. 

“But there was one thing Danny wasn’t good at yet: using the potty! Danny was tired of wearing a soggy diaper. He wanted to be a big duck, like his brothers and sisters.” 

The page showed a bunch of ducks playing ball in a field, all big smiles and levity, while Danny Duckling sat off by himself in a diaper. 

“But Danny Duckling was so very forgetful. Mother Duck would remind him to use the potty, but he’d get so distracted with his games and his puzzles he’d forget to hold his wee.”

Danny lay down on the floor, big diapered butt poking into the air, reading a book. His diaper had a tinge of yellow to it. 

“One day, Mother Duck decided to try something different. She took off Danny’s diaper and said he’d have to practice holding his wee, just like he practiced ballet with Maisel.” 

Danny stood in the middle of the room, sans diaper, with a worried expression on his face. 

“At first, he had lots of little accidents.” 

Danny, standing next to a puddle in the middle of the kitchen. 

“But just like dancing, the more he practiced holding his wee until he was on the potty, the easier it became.” 

Danny sitting proudly atop the potty. 

“Until one day, Danny didn’t have to practice anymore. He didn’t have to think about holding it at all - he just did!”

The final page showed Danny playing ball in the field with the other ducks.  

Kevin rolled his eyes. Did she really think he needed a children’s book to explain potty training, Kevin wondered. He dropped the book on the floor and looked at the next one. Mary Moongoose Does the Potty Dance. 

Kevin sighed. 

***

Mommy returned five books later. 

Kevin had grown bored with the books. Each one repeated the same theme over and over again, each with a different cutesy character: if you wanted to potty train, you needed to practice holding your pee. 

“How’re you doing cutie-patootie,” Mommy asked. 

“Fine,” he said. He’d been rehearsing his response. At first, when he was still angry with her, it was going to be nasty. Something about how she was torturing him. About how his stomach was uncomfortable from being all bunched up. About how his knees were stiff. He’d show her how the potty seat, soft as it was, left red marks on his thighs. 

But the longer he sat there, the less angry he became. He wanted to make her happy; he just needed to show her that this was totally unnecessary. He pointed at the stack of books. “Pretty sure I’ll be potty trained soon,” he joked. “If a duck, a mongoose, a giraffe, and an alien can use the toilet, I can.” 

“Ha! Sure. And I’m running a marathon next week.” 

She bent over, hands on her knees. Long, light brown hair falling around her face. Her large breasts— ‘nursies’ they both called them now—hanging low in her shirt. “And how’s that diaper, hmmmm? I see you’ve finished another bottle of apple juice. I hope that’s not hurting your tum-tum.” 

“Haven’t really had to go.” He paused. “Well, maybe a little.” 

She gently squeezed the front of his diaper. The plastic crinkled. “Dry as when I left you. Don’t tell me you don’t have to pee after that whole bottle.” 

He blushed. She was right. He did have to go. And he had been holding it without thinking. 

“Alright. Mama is going to sing you another diaper training song, baby.” 

Kevin groaned.

“I want you to relax and soak your diapie for me.” 

“I'm a little pee-pot

Short and stout

Taped in a diapie

Never let out

When I have to wee-wee

I start to pout

Tickle my tummy, and the wee pours out”

Nothing. 

“Okay, let’s try again,” Mommy said. “Sing along with me.”

“I’m a little pee-pot…”

“...I’m a little pee-pot.” 

“Short and stout…”

“...Short and stout.” 

Warm wetness splashed against the inside of the diaper, making a faint hissing sound. 

Mommy kept singing. “Taped in a diapie, never let out.” She gave the squishy front of his diaper a gentle squeeze. 

Kevin moaned contentedly and kept wetting. He’d needed to go. Badly. 

“When I have to wee-wee, I start to pout. Tickle my tummy, and the wee pours out.” She let go of his diaper and tickled his bare tummy. 

Kevin giggled. 

“Alright, baby,” Mommy said. “Stand up. I want to show you something.” 

Kevin stood up. He swayed on his feet a bit after all that time sitting down. His soaked diaper hung heavy between his thighs. 

Mommy pointed into the potty. He didn’t need to look to see what she was pointing at; the moment he stood he felt the wet trickle that had snuck out of the leg gather and run down his thigh. Sure enough, there was a small, yellow puddle in the plastic potty.

Kevin blushed. “Oh.” 

“Yeah. ‘Oh.’ Let’s get you changed into a fresh diaper.” She didn’t lecture. Didn’t rub it in. Didn’t try to make him feel bad. “Then you can help Mama make dinner.” 

***

Kevin’s new diaper didn’t stay dry for long. 

He was spooning chocolate chip cookie batter onto a baking sheet when he felt a twinge in his bladder. The faintest bit of pressure. He went about his business, ignoring the sensation like he’d done his entire potty-trained life. 

He glanced over at Mommy. She hummed happily while chopping carrots for a salad. She didn’t want him to be potty trained. Not even a little. And he wanted to make her happy. Happier than any boy had ever made a girl. Happier than any baby had ever made its mama. 

He took a deep breath and relaxed. A trickle—barely noticeable—warmed the front of his diaper. 

“Is everything alright?” Mommy asked. She set down her knife and wiped her hands on her apron. “You look…I’m not sure.”

Kevin glanced down at his diaper. A tiny circle of wetness dotted the front. 

Mommy’s gaze tracked his. “Oh. Ohhh, I see,” she cooed. “You’re such a good boy. And cute as a button, too.” 

Kevin smiled from his soul upwards. 

They cooked together for the next hour. Laughing. Talking about TV shows. About which of the potty training books had the best artwork. About Mommy’s new coworker’s strange eating habits. Every time Kevin felt the need to pee, he let it happen. No big fuss, just a warm, comforting release. 

Mommy was taking the lasagna out of the oven when there was a knock on their apartment door. 

“Can you get the door, please, baby,” Mommy said.  

He’d put a t-shirt on but was otherwise just in his diaper. “Um…” 

“It’ll be okay. Get the door so I can wrap this up.” 

Kevin’s heart thump-thump-thumped in his chest. Maybe they’d received a package, and the delivery person dropped it off and left. But that didn’t make sense. Not on a Saturday evening. 

Knock knock knock 

“Come on, sweetie,” Mommy said. “Trust your mama. It’ll be okay.” 

Kevin opened the door. 

A stranger—some guy in his early thirties with a flannel shirt and closely cropped beard—stood there with a bottle of wine in his hand. Next to him, in a sun dress and those strappy sandals he loved, was Sarah. 

Sarah smiled hesitantly. “Hey, Kevin. It’s good to see you.” 

“Uh. Hey.” 

The stranger stuck out his free hand. His grip was firm. His hand calloused. “I’m Rob. Thanks for having us over for dinner.” 

“Come on in, guys,” Mommy called from the dining room. “The lasagna just came out of the oven.”

Kevin stepped to the side. Sarah gave him another smile as she walked past. A strange smile. Regret? Pity? Disgust?  

He followed after them. After the couple, he just now realized. This must be Sarah’s new boyfriend. Because of course she had a boyfriend. She was attractive. Smart. Funny as hell. She hadn’t frozen in time just because they’d broken up. 

He turned down the hallway. He needed to put pants on. Or better yet, go hide in his nursery. Or maybe throw himself out the window onto the pavement below. Splat: no more hanging out with his ex and her new dude. He needed to do something, anything, other than stand around in front of his ex-girlfriend in a wet diaper. 

“Baby, can you get the salad dressing out,” Mommy called. 

Kevin stopped in the hallway. “I’m not feeling very well. I’m going to my nurs—my bedroom.” 

“Don’t be shy, sweetie,” Mommy said. “Come and have din-din with the rest of us.” 

His stomach twisted into a knot. “I’m not feeling great.” 

Mommy appeared a moment later in the hallway. “What’s the matter, baby?” 

“I’m just feeling…I don’t know. My stomach hurts.” 

“Sounds like someone needs to let go and make a stinky.” 

He shuddered at the thought of doing that with Sarah in the house. Sarah and her new guy friend. 

“I think it’s just nerves.” 

She cocked an eyebrow. “You sure? Because I’ll wait, sweetie. Then I’ll get you all changed into a fresh diapie so you can enjoy your din-din.”

He thought about pushing a mess into his diaper while Mommy watched. While Sarah waited in the other room. He could picture her and Rob sharing a knowing look. What if they heard something? Or worse, smelled it?

Kevin shook his head. “It’ll be fine. I think I’m just nervous.” 

Mommy wrapped him in a hug. “There’s nothing to be nervous about. I’ve explained everything.” 

“Okay.” 

Mommy gave him a last squeeze and returned to the dining room.

Kevin took a deep breath. She wasn’t going to let him hide in his nursery. Not yet, at least. She’d said it a dozen times: she was sick of dancing around what had happened between him and Sarah. She wanted to put the past behind them and move on with their new lives and relationships. After the disastrous dinner at Sarah’s, he assumed she’d given up on that. Realized it was unrealistic for him and Sarah to ever be friends. Apparently, he’d been wrong. 

He walked into the kitchen, eyes locked on the fridge. If he had something to focus on, he could get through a few minutes, at least. He grabbed the ranch and Italian dressing and brought them to the dining room. Mommy and the two guests were seated. A fresh bottle of juice and his favorite Spidey and Friends plate were in his usual spot. At least she hadn’t pulled out his high chair. It was bad enough she’d given him a baby bottle full of juice instead of the wine glasses everyone else drank from. 

“Thanks,” Mommy said when he put the dressing bottles on the table. She reached over and clipped his “Mommy’s Messy Man” bib around his neck. 

“Do I have to—”

“Yes,” she cut him off. Not angry, but leaving no room for disagreement. They stared each other down for a moment, the silence hanging in the air.

“This looks fantastic,” Rob said. “Thanks again for having us over.”

Mommy turned to him. “You’re more than welcome. I’m glad we could finally make it work.” 

Sarah gave her sister a strained smile. 

She hadn’t wanted this either, Kevin realized. And why would she? She’d been as hurt as him when they broke up. He’d kept a huge secret from her, and then, when it all blew up, he’d started a relationship with her sister. 

For a few blessed moments, the only sound was the tinking of forks. Rob broke the silence. “So, uh, do you ever eat baby food, or…?” 

Kevin’s innards squirmed again. Nerves or needing to poop? Both?

“Rob,” Sarah chided.

“No, it’s okay,” Mommy said. “It’s only natural there’d be curiosity. To answer your question, Rob, no, he eats adult food. Unless he’s being pilly and complaining about what I cooked.” 

“Nobody likes Brussels sprouts,” Kevin muttered.

Rob laughed. “I’m with you there.” 

“I think that’s one of the special things about our relationship,” Mommy said “I can help him make good decisions. Like eating healthier. Not that I don’t spoil him with treats, too. Isn’t that right?”

Kevin didn’t answer. 

“Are you feeling okay, sweetie?” 

“Fine.” 

“You’re just making the face you make…you look uncomfortable. Remember what we talked about earlier? If you—” 

“I said I’m fine,” he snapped. “Pass me the lasagna.” 

She looked as if she wanted to say something more. 

Please don’t please don’t please don’t.

Mommy slid the lasagna tray closer to him. 

Kevin relaxed. Slightly. 

“Speaking of meals, I saw some wonderful pics from the two of you on Instagram,” Mommy said. “That ink sauce pasta was wild! How was your trip?”

“Amazing,” Rob said. “The food was a highlight, for sure. We actually enjoyed Rome even more than Venice. Right, Sar?” 

“Hhhhmmm?” Sarah said. “Oh, yeah. The food was great everywhere, but we felt like there was more to see in Rome.” She glanced at Kevin, then back down at her plate. They’d talked about a trip to Italy when they were dating. Had even started looking at plane tickets and hotels a few weeks before it all imploded.

“Kevin and I haven’t been on any big trips. But later this year, we’re going to Comic-Con. The big one in San Diego. Maybe after dinner, you can show everyone your Captain America costume, hmmm?” 

He already felt like a dancing monkey; there was no way he was showing them his costume. “Sure. I guess.” 

“So he’s done the…he’s earned it?” Sarah asked. She sounded weirdly hopeful. 

“You told them?!” Kevin snapped. 

“I think everyone here has had quite enough of secrets, don’t you?” Mommy asked pointedly.  

Kevin’s cheeks flushed with heat. Anger. Embarrassment. He didn’t dare look at Sarah. Would she have a self-satisfied smirk? Would she be as angry as he was—at him? At her sister? He didn’t know. Didn’t want to know. 

Everyone ate in silence for a few moments. Then Rob brought up some stupid TV show they were watching, and Sarah chimed in. Soon, Mommy was talking about her current favorite reality TV show, which was about squatters in Detroit who were dating. Or something like that. Kevin pulled back into himself, letting them carry on without him. If he didn’t look down at his exposed diaper, he could imagine he was at a regular dinner party. Like he and Sarah used to host for their friends. And it felt good. Or at least okay. 

The conversation rambled across Sarah’s new job, the Patriots' terrible season, and how Rob finally fixed Sarah’s drippy bathroom sink. They talked about the crazy housing prices, horror movies, and the new Dunkin’ down the street. Kevin dipped into the conversation. Sporadically, at first. Chiming in only when Mommy would prompt him or Rob would ask a question. Then more regularly as time went on. Sarah mostly ignored him. Twice, he caught her staring at him with an expression he couldn’t place, but then she’d looked away. Eventually, the conversation returned to Italy and then Greece. 

“We’d love to see Athens in the spring,” Rob said, “when the sea fig flowers are in bloom.” 

“That sounds lovely,” Mommy said. 

“Just need to save up some money,” Rob said. “Tickets aren’t cheap.” 

“Well, you should save a bunch once you’re living together,” Mommy said. 

“Wait,” Kevin said. “You’re moving in together?” 

Sarah frowned. “Yes, Kevin. Rob is moving in with me.” 

“Isn’t that…I don’t know, soon?” 

Her frown deepened. “On what planet is my relationship with my boyfriend any of your business? And no, it’s not soon. We’ve been dating for nine months now.” 

“Nine months?!” Kevin slid his chair back and stood up. “We broke—” He stopped, as the roiling storm in his guts finally let loose.

Sqqqqqwwwwssshhhhhrrrr

The mess rushed out, filling his diaper. He wanted to stop. Needed to stop. But he couldn’t. Not now. It was too late. The mound grew, pushing the seat of his diaper down. Down. Down. 

Rob’s fork hovered halfway between his face and plate. His mouth hung open. Sarah stared wide-eyed, then looked away.

“Oh, sweetie,” Mommy said. She stood up and took his arm. “Let’s go get you changed.”

Kevin let her lead him away from the table like the doddering old uncle who’d had a drink or three too many at Thanksgiving. He felt drunk. All the bad parts of it, at least. In a daze. Unable to think straight. He could feel Rob and Sarah’s eyes on his sagging diaper. He could practically see the stink that trailed behind him.  

Mommy led him into the nursery and laid him down on his changing mat. “Baby, I know that must have been embarrassing for you. If you’d listened to Mommy and—” 

“I know,” Kevin said quietly. “I know.” 

***

Kevin walked into the living room. He hated the way his thick, nighttime diaper pushed his legs apart, forcing a slight waddle. At least it was clean and dry.

Rob sat in the armchair, scrolling on his phone with a glass of wine in hand. Sarah was on the couch, staring off into space. They turned and looked up when he walked in. 

Kevin sat down on the other end of the couch from Sarah. “Sorry about that. In the dining room, I mean.” 

Sarah stared at him. 

“It’s okay,” Rob said. “Beth’s explained stuff. Your relationship and all.”

Kevin swallowed hard. Swallowed again. “And, uh, I’m sorry that I blew up about you two moving in together. You’re right: that’s none of my business.” 

Rob cleared his throat and stood up. “I’m gonna see if Beth needs a hand with the dishes.” 

“I should’ve told you,” Sarah said after he left. “Or told Beth so she could tell you. I just hate this game of telephone. And I know Rob moving in, after what happened with us…”

They sat in silence. 

“Were you ever going to tell me?” Sarah asked quietly. 

Kevin nodded. “It just never seemed like the right time, you know? When things were good, I didn’t want to screw it up. When we were going through a rough patch, I didn’t want to make it worse by bringing up this whole....thing.”

Sarah let out a long, slow sigh. “Yeah. I can’t promise it would’ve gone well.” 

Kevin didn’t respond to that. He didn’t need to. 

“Then you opened the box, and…that was that,” he said. “Seems like it all just snowballed so fast.”

“Maybe next time you’re moving in with a girl, and you don’t want her to open your big, heavy box of secrets, don’t write ‘tax receipts’ on it. No one has that many receipts, Kevin.” She chuckled.

Kevin chuckled along with her. 

Their eyes met. Kevin took a deep breath. “He makes you happy, though? He’s good to you?” 

She nodded, her expression suddenly serious. “Very. And Beth…you’re sure this is what you both want?” 

“More than anything.” 

She smiled. The first real smile of the night. 

“So you guys fixed that stupid sink?” Kevin asked. 

Sarah winced. “Would you believe we just had to tighten one thing?” 

“No shit. Really?” 

“Yup. Took like two minutes.”

Kevin chuckled.  “I never was much of a plumber. Oh, hey—did the Firth’s ever sell their place?”

“Uuuugggghhhh. Yes. And a bunch of fratboys moved in. It’s awful. They play this loud music half the night, except it’s not really even music. It’s just, like, bass?” 

“That’s like our neighbors downstairs.” 

Sarah leaned back. “So, tell me about that.” 

“About what?” Kevin asked.

“About…everything, I guess. Everything I’ve missed.” 

***

Kevin felt her before he saw her. Mommy. 

She leaned over and kissed his forehead. “You two all caught up?” 

“Did you know Coasters burned to the ground?!” Kevin asked. “Gone. There’s a fucking Walgreens there now.”

Mommy chuckled. “Maybe you need to read the news once in a while, baby.” She looked at Sarah. “Or maybe we all need to hang out a bit more often?” 

Sarah smiled. Nodded. 

Mommy leaned in close. Whispered in his ear. “Do you need a change yet, or can you wait until they leave?” 

He turned to look up at her, confused. Then he felt it: that warm heaviness in his diaper. When had he done that?

Mommy smiled and gave him a quick wink.

He grinned back at her. Shrugged. “I can wait.”

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Looks like my little one wasn’t expecting visitors! But babies don’t get to decide when Mommy invites her friends over. Don’t worry, sweetheart, they already know you need your diapers. Now be a good baby and suck on your paci while Mommy chats. Maybe if you’re extra cute, they’ll even help change you later! 💕🍼👶

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Truth or Dare

CW: ABDL themes, light cucking, humiliation

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Ever since becoming her baby boy, Mommy would have “friends” over to help take care of her more… adult needs, since you were no longer mature enough by her standards. Some of these friends you liked, others not so much.

Auntie Becky was one of Mommy’s best friends, and you liked her for the most part. She was nice and would pay attention to you and talk to you gently. Though, she did have the humiliating habit of treating you exactly as she would treat a toddler, whether that came in the form of sing-song baby talk, diapie checks, or cheek-pinching. You don’t remember a time Auntie Becky had ever treated you as an adult in any fashion.

It was frustrating, but hard to argue your own adulthood when she’s seen you put down for naps, spoon-fed in a high chair, and waddle around the house with a sodden diaper squishing between your thighs. Still, you wished there was some acknowledgement of how you at least used to be an adult, even a remark about pathetically losing your big boy privileges would be welcome because it would confirm that Becky knew you were an adult somewhere under all the onesies, pacifiers, and diapers.

Despite all your pinning and whining, Becky never relented. Still, you couldn't complain too much; another reason you liked Auntie Becky coming over so much is because Mommy would sometimes let you watch from your playpen or highchair as they intimately explored each other’s supple forms before your bedtime. You got the impression that they liked flaunting their maturity over you, but they would never outright admit it. Of course, you never got to participate in these fleeting displays of intimacy, but you still appreciated them for what they were.

That brought you to where you were now. It was a relatively normal day with Mommy and Aunt Becky; you played on your playmat while the adults sipped wine on the couch and flirtatiously skirted their hands along each other’s thighs, quietly giggling and smirking the entire time.

They were simultaneously cute and hot together – a rare combination that you’d probably never be able to pull off in your current state. As much as you enjoyed the show, you wished it could be you having adult fun. Or adult attention. Or attention from the two gorgeous women in general at the current moment.

You had an idea.

Mommy did tend to pay more attention to you and let you stay up later when aunt Becky was here compared to her other partners; you believed this was due to their shared enjoyment of your juvenile status in the household. As long as you played into your childish role, you didn’t expect too much risk of punishment or getting into trouble.

“Mommy? Auntie Beckie?” Your babyish voice at least elicited their acknowledgement of your existence, “I wanna pway a game wit you! You guys are so much fun! Pwetty pwetty pwease…”

“What did you have in mind, sweetie?” Aunt Becky asked with what seemed to be gentle yet genuine curiosity.

“Twuth or dare!”

“I dunno…” Aunt Becky trailed off, “that game might be a bit mature for you. What does your mommy think?”

Mommy’s eyes glimmered with specks of deviousness as she winked at Becky, “Actually, I think a game with the little one would be a great way to tucker him out.”

Yes! You were actually going to get to play truth or dare with two gorgeous women, just like your flirtatious days in college. Sure, you were dressed as a toddler –diapers and all– this time, but truth or dare was a magical game that always seemed to bring out the more devious sides of people. This was your chance.

Before the game started, Mommy leaned in to whisper something into Becky’s ear. Becky grinned. They were planning something, but you didn’t care; even if you were forced to do sexual favors for them with nothing in return, you were still enamored with the idea of explicit adult interaction.

“Ok sweetie, lady’s first,” Mommy insisted.

“Sure, of course,” you hastily agreed, eager for the game to begin.

“Ok,” Mommy began, “For my first dare, I’m going to dare Becky to let me give her a big hickey on her neck!”

“You know I have work tomorrow,” Becky sighed, “but it is in the spirit of the game, so why not?”

“Okay, now it’s my turn,” Becky pulled away from Mommy’s intense sucking, “I want you to give me a foot massage as you kiss up and down my leg, worshiping me.”

As you watched Mommy kneel at Becky’s feet as if pledging herself to some Roman goddess, you started to catch on to their game within the game; they just simply weren’t going to dare you. While it was a frustrating strategy, you weren’t worried because it was your turn next, and you were going to make the most of all of your turns .

“My turn, my turn!” You eagerly announced, “I dare Mommy to make out with me!”

You decided that the more sensual of intimacies could come in the later rounds; why spoil your fun by daring too big too quickly? You only realized the flaw in your strategy when Mommy regarded you with a cool, level, and concerned gaze.

“Very funny cutie, but if you can’t behave yourself, Aunt Becky and I have no problem with putting you to bed early and playing the game on our own. Is that what you want?”

You blinked. How could you have been so silly? Even under the stipulations of the game, Mommy was still in charge; her dominance was wholehearted and uncontested.

Having no other choice you nodded in resigned submission.

“Good. Now do you want to try your dare again?”

You nodded, but now that all your more sensual dare ideas were off the table, you struggled to come up with one. You stuttered in anxious silence, feeling both Mommy and Becky’s gaze bare down on you. Anxious to jettison their attention, you ended up daring Mommy the first thing that came to mind:

“Sing your ABCs backwards!”

The childish dare slipped out before you could stop it, but once the dare left your lips, the damage was done; your role as the baby of the household was cemented to Aunt Becky, to Mommy, and to you.

It was safe to say your idea had backfired; you were now trapped in a torturous predicament of your own design.

As you played more and more rounds of truth or dare, you saw more and more enticing scenes from Mommy and Auntie Becky that you could never participate in. Of course, Mommy and Auntie Becky weren’t the only ones putting on a show tonight; the women seemed to relish your childish humiliation.

Their humiliating dares saw you coloring pretty pictures for the adults, singing Wheels on the Bus, having impromptu dance parties with your stuffies, and doing all manners of emasculating performances.

Of course, Mommy and Auntie Becky took their time to politely clap and congratulate you on each of your excruciatingly silly little displays of babyhood.With each performance you felt just that much further adrift from your missing independence and maturity. And when they were done telling you what a good job you had done, they would go back to enjoying each other’s physical company.

Truth and dare had become a humiliating merry-go-round of witnessing their maturity while proving your own immaturity again and again and again. That is until Mommy announced that it was getting late for the baby, so this would be the last round.

It was Mommy’s turn. She turned to you and looked at you with the intensity of a gushing waterfall, “Truth, baby.”

You blinked in surprise. This was the first time you had been asked truth instead of dare, and you were shocked; after all, what could a woman who changes all your diapers possibly not know about you?

Mommy’s cherry-red lips began to tip upwards into a smile, “Who’s my silly little baby, too reliant and little for any intimacy outside diaper changes and bubble baths?”

I knew the answer. Mommy knew the answer. Auntie Becky did too. Still, you didn’t want to say it, but what choice did you have? The only thing refusing to say it would earn me was a humiliating spanking before bed time. And a part of me —deep down—knew it was true and exactly what I wanted, what I needed.

I took a deep breath before exhaling the truth: “I am, Mommy.”

“Good job little one!” Mommy’s smiling face showered me with adoration, “Now how about we get you ready for beddy-bye, and Aunt Becky can help read you a bedtime story?”

“Otay mommy.”

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As always, all characters depicted are 18+

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My College Adult BabySitter

College Girl AB Baby Sitters club

I sighed as I continued the walk of shame up to my dorm. Most walks of shame happened after a one night stand or a night of intimacy with a girl, but I wasn’t even that lucky; the shame of my current trek came from failing an exam. Again. I was already on academic probation, and at this rate, I wouldn’t be surprised if I got kicked out of college.

“College is the best time of your life!” My parents had said before I left. What a load of crap. I felt like I left my life behind in my hometown; since arriving here, I haven’t made any actual friends, unless you count the odd small talk at miscellaneous parties here and there, but those didn’t really count. So far, college has been the loneliest time of my life.

Maybe that’s why when I turned my key to open my dorm room and saw a gorgeous girl standing on the other side, I didn’t immediately kick her out. At first I wondered if she’d somehow mistaken my room for her own, but that assumption quickly evaporated when I saw her organizing things on my desk like she owned the place.

I summoned the beginning of a fake cough that died in my throat to make her aware of my presence.

“Hmm,” the gorgeous woman turned to face me, “Oh, You must be Alex! I’ve heard so much about you!”

I raised an eyebrow, “You… have?”

“Mhmmm, I have. But no one told me you’d be this cute!”

“...Really?” Something about the sweetness in her voice disarmed me while also making me cautious. If someone were to hear her from the hallway, they would assume she was talking to a child.

“Yep! Though, your room is a mess. That’s something we’re gonna have to work on, mister!” She accented her point with a surprising boop of my nose. It was a ridiculous gesture, but it was also the first contact I’d had with a woman in some time…

“Uhmmm,” I tried to blink the shock out of my face, “Who are you exactly? And why are you in my room?”

“You can call me Ms. Grace, and I’m a member of the Adult Babysitters club here on campus. I’ve been assigned to you, sweetie! We’re gonna have so much fun together!”

“Whaaaaa,” was all I could muster.

“Ahhh, you really are so cute! I can just see the gears turning in your little head! Let me explain: There are some people on campus who just aren’t quite ready to be adults, and that’s okay! Trust me, I get it; classes, living on your own, cleaning, cooking, and all this responsibility can be a lot for some people. But don’t you worry your little head because Ms. Grace is here to help!”

Her explanation was ridiculous, but I was focused on something else at the moment: “What do you mean ‘assigned to me’?”

“Oh sweetie, you’re on academic probation and there’s no signs of improvement on your transcript. We’ve also talked to all your teachers to make sure we were making the right decision. It’s nothing to be ashamed of! Classes are hard, especially for little ones not quite ready to live on their own. So my job is to take care of you, so you can focus on your studies. I can also tutor you if you need!”

“So… what does all this care entail?”

“Well, for one, I’m going to help you with cleaning this icky room – it’s nothing the clean-up song can’t fix, I’m sure. Also, I’d ensure you’d be getting enough sleep and staying out of trouble by enforcing a bedtime of 9PM. I’ve also worked a consistent nap time into your schedule, so you don’t get too fussy during the day.”

“Oh good, I thought you were about to suggest something crazy,” my voice dripped with sarcasm.

“That’s not all sweetie. To make sure you don’t get up to any distracting naughtiness, I also have a key to your bathroom. Don’t worry, I’ll help you with bath time to make sure you’re the cleanest possible and I’ll also remind you to brush your teeth before your bedtime.”

Bath time with a gorgeous girl didn’t sound too bad, but I was concerned with something else: “Wait, if my bathroom is going to be locked throughout the day, where will I do my business?”

“I’m so glad you asked!” She pulled a plasticky rectangle with cartoon characters out of a bag sitting by her feet, “You’ll be doing all your business in this diaper! I live just down the hall, so I can come in and check and change you whenever you need! No need to worry about the potty now!”

I narrowed my eyes, “You’re crazy if you’re thinking I’m letting any of this happen.”

“Sweetie,” Grace’s voice hardened, “I don’t want to take this conversation to the Dean. It would be a shame if you got kicked out of college. What would your family think?”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Sweetie,” Grace unfurled the diaper, “we can either do this the hard way or the easy way. Your choice.”

And that’s how I found myself in my current predicament, with a gorgeous girl rubbing baby powder into my groin and taping up a diaper around my legs.

“I just know we’re going to be the best of friends, little one!” Grace beamed at me from between my legs.