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Big Girl Rebellion

I used to be potty-trained.

I mean, really trained. I had sparkle undies with cartoon kittens, knew when I had to go, and even wiped all by myself. I used to feel proud of that—smug, even. Big girl Sophie, the girl who didn’t need help. The girl who didn’t wear diapers like the other littles.

But that was before.

Before they decided I needed to be “reminded” of my place. Before the charts and the baby bottles and the locking potty lid. Before the first thick diaper was taped onto me while I screamed and kicked and swore I’d never use it.

Spoiler: I did.

And now? Now I’m sitting in the middle of the playroom, legs spread wide by the swollen padding between them, surrounded by plushies I didn’t choose and building blocks I’m expected to play with. I’m wearing a pastel onesie that snaps between my legs, stretched tight over a very obvious, very used diaper.

And I’m not letting Nanny Clara change me.

“You’re stinky again, Sophie,” she says gently, kneeling in front of me with the calm, patronizing tone they all use. Like I’m some baby who doesn’t know better. “Come on, sweetie. Time to get you cleaned up.”

“No,” I snap. I turn my face away like the toddlers do when they’re being bratty. “I like it.”

She blinks, but only for a moment. She’s trained for this. “Sophie,” she tries again, more firmly this time. “You’ve been sitting in that diaper for almost an hour. I can see it hanging between your knees.”

I spread my legs wider on purpose, grabbing one of the blocks and banging it on the floor.

“So?”

“So,” she says, biting back her sigh, “you need to be changed.”

“No, I don’t.”

She pauses. “You used to be such a big girl…”

I round on her. “Exactly. Used to. But you took that away. You put me in these. You made me sit in the corner until I messed myself. You’re the one who clapped when I did it. So now? Now this is you getting what you wanted.”

I shift deliberately, the mush shifting with me, and watch her flinch just the tiniest bit.

Deep down, some part of me loves it.

Nanny Clara puts the wipes and clean diaper back in the basket, standing slowly. “Fine,” she says, her tone still syrupy sweet. “You can come find me when you’re ready for a change, okay, sugarplum?”

I ignore her. She walks off.

Good.

I hate her. I hate all of them. I hate that they took away my panties, made me ask permission for everything, from snacks to TV time. But mostly, I hate that I stopped fighting.

Because now? I’m… getting used to it.

The padding between my legs feels natural. The squish doesn’t bother me anymore. The smell makes people wrinkle their noses and call me names “stinky butt,” “messy miss,” “diaper girl” but I’ve started to like those names.

When people talk down to me, coo at me, lift my skirt to check if I’m wet—I feel small. Powerless.

But safe.

That’s the worst part.

“Hey, diaper girl,” a voice calls.

I glance up. It's Brandon, one of the caretakers. Young, tall, broad shoulders and sleeves rolled up to show his arms. He’s smiling, crouching to my level, and he’s got that teasing twinkle in his eye.

I shift a little, letting the weight of my messy diaper tug at my hips.

He wrinkles his nose. “Yup, that’s what I thought.”

“What?”

“You filled your pants again, huh?” he says. He’s not mad. He’s amused. Like I’m a toddler who just finger painted on the walls.

I look down at the blocks, pretending not to care, but my cheeks go pink anyway.

“Did you already tell Clara no?”

I nod, sulking.

“Figures,” he chuckles. “You’re always so stubborn. Used to be the big bossy girl, remember? Telling everyone you were too old for naps and that only babies wore diapers.”

“I was right,” I mutter.

He leans in. “You still think you’re not a baby?”

I glare at him.

His eyes flick down to the bulging seat of my diaper.

“Coulda fooled me.”

I should hate that.

But I don’t.

I like the way he looks at me now. Not like an equal. Not like a girl with control. But like a helpless little thing who can’t even keep her pants clean.

And maybe I am that now. Not because they forced it on me but because I let them. Because it’s easier to lean into it than to keep fighting. Because it’s soft and warm and oddly comforting to give up the grown-up fight and just be… soggy.

“Come on,” he says, scooping me up like I weigh nothing.

I squeal in surprise, my arms going around his neck on instinct. “I didn’t say yes!”

He smirks. “You didn’t say no either.”

He carries me easily, one arm under my bottom, not even flinching at the squish he’s got his hand pressed against. The air shifts as he walks, and I catch a whiff of myself, sharp, thick, unmistakable.

He definitely notices. But he doesn’t stop holding me.

“Bet you’re proud of yourself, huh?” he murmurs, bouncing me slightly. “Filling your diapers like a good little girl.”

“I’m not a little girl,” I whisper, but it’s weak.

“Coulda fooled me,” he repeats, echoing himself.

He lays me down on the changing mat in the nursery, the crinkle of the plastic loud under my onesie. I stare at the ceiling as he un-snaps me, exposing the bulging diaper underneath. His hand hovers.

“Still want to say no?”

I glance down at the disaster I made in my pants, and I actually smile.

“Maybe just five more minutes,” I say softly. “I like how it feels.”

He raises a brow, but he doesn’t argue. Just gently re-snaps my onesie and sits beside me on the mat, tousling my hair.

“Guess you’re really one of the littles now, huh?”

I nod.

No shame. No fight left.

Just a warm, squishy diaper and the soft hand of someone who treats me like the messy little girl I’ve become.

And for the first time, I don’t want to be anything else.

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The Turning

David checked himself in the mirror, wondering why he was dressed in a black rubber suit that covered his entire body with the exception of his head that appeared to have been given a fresh cut. Heavy boots, black rubber gloves, a cap and a chain with a big lock attached were also part of his unusual attire. If that wasn't already confusing enough David thought that he looked a lot more muscular than he used to be. His arms, chest and legs were big. He had a v-shape body that certainly didn't come from eating fast food and being lazy every day. David couldn't recall every walking into a gym. As a dedicated father of three children between the age of 3 and 7 and a caring husband to a woman he knew since high school he had better things to do. Moreover, he wasn't really interested in working out or changing his diet. He had never been unhappy with the way he looked.

David looked around. He was inside an apartment he didn't know. The bedroom was equipped with a sling and numerous sex toys including dildos a different sizes. There were drawings on the walls showing men sucking, fucking and fisting each other. Never in a lifetime David would step into a place like that. Yet everything felt familiar.

A gas mask was lying on the sling. When David looked at it he had the strong urge to put it on. Unable to resist he took off his cap and reached for the gas mask. Once it covered his face David's memories of the last two years returned.

On the fateful night his life changed he was attending a friend's birthday party in a city he had never been before. Among the party guests was a man named Walter, a successful lawyer and businessman who was just accompanying an acquaintance to the party and was a relative stranger to everyone, even to the host. Despite not knowing each other the two of them quickly bonded so much that David accepted Walter's invitation to a sightseeing tour.

At the time they left the birthday party David was drunk and had no idea of the events that would occur. A couple of hours later he was at Walter's place, tied on a chair, wearing a full body rubber suit and a hood that covered his entire head.

Over the next few months Walter was brainwashing David, transforming him into a gay rubber slave. He enjoyed taking it slowly, reprogramming David little by little while allowing him to keep his memories of his old life as a father and husband.

David had made numerous attempts to fight Walter. But on the fourth month of his captivity his preferences started to change. His body was craving for Walter's cock and soon his fists.

Two years had passed since Walter lured him into his dungeon. David had completely accepted his role as a gay rubber slave, having served not only Walter but also numerous other men who borrowed him for a night or two of their own pleasure.

Although he remembered his past life he felt no desire to return to it. He was also fully aware of what Walter had done to him and that the changes were irreversible. But instead of being angry at him David was grateful that Walter had chosen him to become his submissive partner.

He had learned to love him so much that he had forgiven him.

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A text to my Daddy

Daddy, I wanna be a bed wetter for you🥺.

I wanna lose my control and let you train my continence away.

I want to drift off to sleep and know anything in my bladder will dribble out of me while I’m relaxed in dreamland. It sounds like such a nice, cozy, deep sleep. I want to wake up in soggy sheets with you next to me, praising me for losing control.

I want to have to wear onesies and bodysuits all the time so the diapers you trained me to need don’t peek out of my pants at school or work or around my family.

I want to let you shrink my bladder until it’s got the strength of a little baby who doesn’t know how to use the potty.

Until I can’t tell I need to go until I’m sitting in a puddle.

I want you to wake me up with bladder training and put me to bed with too much water in me not to have an accident. I want you to put me in situations where I can’t help but to use my diapers. Trap me so I wet myself in a (safe) public place, then use it to prove I need to be protected all the time.

If I’m complaining that I don’t need them or not listening to you, threaten to put me in a nighttime one in class or around my friends.

Make me your little dribbly girl, daddy, please

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Ok honey you can have 15 more minutes on your game but you must tell Mommy if you need to go wee wee. Remember Mommy wants to start potty training today

Then I have this fresh Super Kings diaper and baby powder for you. What’s the KY Jelly for? Never you mind. You don’t need to worry about that if you are a good boy

Honey you are shuffling about in your seat. Did you just go wee wee without telling Mommy first?

Oh I think you have - come here and let me do a proper diaper check

Oh no sweetheart. Mommy told you not to wet without asking her. You are so naughty.

Well you know what that means. Naughty boys get punished

So yes I have your clean super kings here but I have something else for you. Yes you know what it is don’t you? You know what to do….

That’s a good boy bend over for Mommy so she can slide inside you. Oh don’t worry I have used lots of these KY jelly so I will just slip in smoothly

Yes Mommy did choose the big one. It’s a punishment after all. It’s to remind you who is in charge

And then afterwards I will put you in this nice thick Super King diaper. Now remember your manners. What do we say? That’s right. Thank you Mommy.

Image credit mommyandbabyD (a wonderful abdl couple)

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Your girlfriend loves to see you squirm while you fill your diapers from the backseat.

Please let me know the author of this story. I had it and would love to be sure they get credit for their imagination.

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Your girlfriend loves to see you squirm while you fill your diapers from the backseat.

Please let me know the author of this story. I had it and would love to be sure they get credit for their imagination.

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The bright lights of the streaming setup felt like a spotlight on my shame, every shadow a reminder of the small, padded cell that was now my prison. I shifted against the restraints, the medical straps digging into my skin, a futile attempt to escape the humiliating reality. I was dressed in this ridiculous blue onesie, a stark white diaper peeking out from beneath, and the cuffs on my arms and legs were a constant, chafing reminder of my captivity. My mouth was gagged, and I could only watch the taunting messages flood the chat as the camera zoomed in, my terror laid bare for all to see.

I glanced at the chat box, a tidal wave of cruel words washing over me – some mocked my predicament, some made lewd suggestions, a few even offered to “help” my tormentor. This wasn’t a game; this was my life, reduced to a public spectacle. I tried to yell, to scream, to do something, but the white ball in my mouth robbed me of my voice, and the straps held me firmly in place. This was her doing, this "Mistress," who had stolen my freedom and now was showing me off like a prize.

Then she moved into the frame, her voice amplified by the microphone, a honeyed poison that dripped with mockery. "Look at our little boy," she purred, her hand tugging at my restraints, and a wave of laughter flooded the chat. "He tried to trick me. He thought he was smarter than me. But who is laughing now?" I could only watch as she adjusted the camera, giving the audience a closer look at my tearful face. "Our little Ethan can't talk with that big ball in his mouth. But he can see all of you. He can see what his actions have caused." This "punishment," as she called it, was about more than the diaper and the straps; it was about stripping me of everything, making me feel as pathetic and powerless as possible. I was trapped, a live-action punishment play performed for the twisted amusement of strangers and my cruel captor.

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Then came the realization that it was not going to end.

“So, you’re my new little girl,” he said, moving closer, my body recoiling from the attention. “You’re my little baby girl now. And you need a diaper.”

I watched him, a silent scream building in my throat. I was so small, I was so vulnerable. He held a diaper in his hands, a thing that had been so far, removed from my life, now taking up a prominent space in it. “Малышка” (Baby) he whispered, and I knew that he would never call me by my real name. It was all so much, all so overwhelming.

I could feel the soft, familiar padding and the fabric stretched between my legs, a constant reminder that I was no longer in control, and in this world, there were no rules, there was nothing that could protect me from what was coming. "I was only going to stay for a few months.” I thought. But what was I doing now?

My heart pounded in my chest, as a Russian phrase came out of my lips. “Я… не… понимаю” (I… don’t… understand). I was so scared, that I could only muster those basic words. He could not understand, but he seemed to understand. Then he held my hand and I was a doll, a pretty, silly little thing for him to play with. My new home, was my prison.

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It's not enough that Mommy teases me about being back in diapers. But, she loves to buy the packages that ridicule me too.

Humph! 😳😡

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This Baby beta edit is a collaboration with Princess Sammi and myself

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It's bedtime Lil boy.

Let's get you ready

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Just watching Daddy unbuckle his belt.

Am I excited or scared? What do you think?

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Here's something only naughty babies will understand, combining bondage with ABDL. Have you seen "Baby Bear in Bondage

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I made a baby beta edit for the last one