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Department Store Obedience

Long fluorescent lights illuminated glowing patches on the shining linoleum floors, the tiles serving as paths to beige carpeted islands. Silver chrome racks lined the islands where garments hung in careful clusters of style, color, and size. Music played so softly it was barely discernible above the buzz of shoppers' conversations and the incessant clacking of hangers as the metal hooks scraped across the metal racks. I could hardly concentrate on the task at hand with all the bright colors popping in my peripheral as we walked towards the men's section, my hand in Daddy's as he led the charge to the east side of the store; where all the pretty colors went to die.

I struggled to keep up as outfit after outfit caught my attention. Daddy didn't let me linger too long, pulling me along while I ran to catch up to his stride. He smirked every time an item took my attention and looked down at me with that knowing eye he always seemed to have.

"We are here to get me work pants, little one," he reminded me

"I know," I whined back, struggling to keep up with him as we passed a glittering purple dress.

I didn't really need a new outfit, and I knew it. I was already wearing a new skirt, which was admittedly a little bit short, but just covered the very bottom of my diaper. It was just so pretty with rainbow colors and a cute bow on the front that I felt confident my diaper would stay hidden if I paired it with a onesie underneath to keep it in place. It seemed to be doing the trick, keeping my diaper covered even after I had wet it.

He outright chucked at me as I gasped at a striped hoodie with cat ears, pulling gently at my arm to keep me going. All at once, the linoleum path came upon a new carpet island, and all the pretty purples and pinks seemed to fade away. I frowned as we stepped into the fray of these ugly boy-clothes racks with their work-approved color schemes. Neutral black with neutral beige, and neutral grey, with a little navy blue for a pop of excitement.

Daddy looked through the racks and I tried to focus on what he was doing and not eye longingly across the chasm into the rainbow spectrum of clothes I wanted to look at and try on. I knew we weren't here for me, and I needed to behave on our errands run. I was distracted at the laundromat this morning and Daddy had already given me stern words and promised a spanking if I didn't pay attention to what I was doing. I decided to look on the other side of the rack for Daddy's clothes, showing him that I could focus like a good girl.

I had only looked at a few garments when a sense of urgency hit me suddenly. I had been so distracted all morning long, and now I realized I had never slowed down long enough to feel how badly I had to go. My tummy ached and growled out threats to my bottom and I squirmed in response to the pressure rising inside me.

I knew the rules, and I knew that meant Daddy would not be pausing his shopping trip to take me to the restrooms; but I couldn't mess myself now. There were too many people nearby and I was mortified thinking that someone might see me do it. My face turned red just at the thought while I squirmed in my place again.

I crossed my legs and rubbed my angry tummy over my soft cotton onesie. An involuntary whine escaped my lips, drawing my Daddy's attention towards me.

"Baby girl," he called me softly. "Do you have to go potty?"

I nodded, desperation now written deeply on my embarrassed face.

"You know the rules, baby."

"But Daddy," I whispered. "People will see."

He sighed and approached me, placing an arm on my shoulder and bending down just enough to meet me at eye level. I whimpered and made another squirm as the pressure in my tummy mounted.

"I made these rules for a reason," he said as he brushed my hair off of my sweating brow. "Now, be a good girl for me and fill your diaper. I will change you after."

I whimpered again as I took a deep breath. I wanted to obey and let go, but I was so nervous. I looked away from my Daddy's gaze, trying to see if anyone was paying attention to what I was doing. He stroked my cheek and turned my head back to his loving eyes.

"No one is watching you, baby," he smiled. "I promise."

I nodded.

"If you are a very good girl and use your diaper, Daddy will give you a reward, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy," I whispered and nodded.

I opened my legs a little, and bent down to hold onto my knees while pushing my diaper covered butt out. I looked up at my Daddy while he carefully brushed my hair with his fingertips and gave me an encouraging nod. I took a deep breath and pushed gently. My soft grunt brought a smile to my Daddy's lips as I felt my mess emerging and pressing against the surface of my padding. I grunted again, pushing the mess further out, until I couldn't control it anymore and the hot sticky mush began to pour out of me. It caused my diaper to balloon out against the tension of my onesie.

"That's it," my Daddy cooed. "Fill your diaper like a good little girl."

I sighed with relief as I finished my pushing, standing up straight with the warm load squishing up against my little cheeks. I pulled at my skirt to make sure it was still covering my now sagging bottom while my Daddy placed a kiss on my forehead.

"Good girl," he said and took my hand. "Now, give me a minute to try these on, then I'll take you to change your diaper."

"Okay, Daddy," I responded breathlessly, my cheeks still flushed and my brow prickly from the cooling sweat.

"Then once we get you all fresh and cleaned up, Daddy will let you pick out one thing from your section."

That certainly got my attention and brought me out of my post-poop daze. "Really?" I squealed as I hurried along his side towards the dressing rooms.

Daddy nodded and chuckled at my enthusiasm. He pulled me close into a hug, running his hand down my spine and tapping the bottom of my messy diaper softly. He held my cheek in his other hand and pulled me in for a single sweet kiss.

"Thank you, Daddy," I said in a hushed tone.

He smiled and landed a second soft kiss before pulling away and hoisting his selected garments back up his arm. He turned towards the dressing rooms again, but looked back to me and said, "Now behave and stay here while I try these on."

I nodded enthusiastically as he slipped away into the booths of dressing rooms. My brain was firing with excitement so rapidly, the smell of my dirty diaper barely registered as the mess inside clung up against my round butt-cheeks, just waiting for a close inspection before being changed into a clean diaper.

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Up until this point it had just been subtle nuances. The slight wiff of a childlike fragrance, an underlying smell of stale urine, or his deliberate skipping of college PE class. But as Jonathons friends secretly entered his private dorm room next to the campus nurses quarters, with the intention of finding out more, the penny dropped.

Two things happened as Marcus, Robbie and Jess puzzled over the small corner bed decked out as a nappy changing table.

Firstly, and quite abruptly, an adjoining door swung open into the room catching Jess' foot limiting its opening range and effectively forming a division between the three friends and whoever was coming through the door.

Secondly, a naked body was thrust into the room and steered towards the bed.

"Come on Jonathon, let's get your nappy on and get you ready for bed. I've got your bottle warming but you can have milkies from my breast as a treat for being such a good boy in... Oh, who are you three?"

No more than a minute later Jonathon was laying on his back, legs in the air, his dummy in his mouth and his cheeks flushed crimson in embarrassment. While Robbie and Marcus had their phones out, having refused the nurses request to help out, Jess and the nurse were busy applying baby talc and taping Jonathon into the shamefully thick plastic nappy.

"Now if you're any kind of friends" the nurse began, "I'm sure Jonathon would appreciate you keeping his bedwetting problems between the five of us. After all, he's got another three years at college and his Step Mother give me strict instructions he's to be kept babied the entire time."

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COLLEGE STUDENT IN DIAPER 🧷

Chapter 3

Wearing diapers again was like uncomfortable.

I haven't wore them I thought since I was 3 years old, 15 years give or take a few months.

The weirdest thing was at about 4 years old I  found my diapers I had been out of for over a year. 

I figured out how to put them on and wore them, I guessed I missed them.

Here it was 14 years after that and I was to macho to be wearing a diaper!

But I still had the hots for Evelyn, I would walk through glass to get her.

If wearing a diaper is all I have to do, sign me up!

I thought you dummy you already are signed up! I smiled at my self.

Evelyn I thought, how would it be to be still wetting your bed at going on 18 years old?

I mean I thought most people stopped wetting their beds in their teens.

I used my phone and looked up Adult bedwetting.

Oh my gosh, I never knew that some kids, then teens, never grew out of bedwetting.

I just thought everybody outgrew it by about 15 years old. 

But about 2-15% never stop wetting their beds.

Willy fell asleep and was awoke by Kathy.

Willy came down and Kathy checked his diaper.

"You're dry!" She said sounding almost disappointed. 

I saw the disappointment and I thought I will try harder tonight!

Tonight?

I am not a bedwetter, never have been one.

Why would I start?

I think.

Because of the look that Kathy and Evelyn gave me, that's why!

But I don't want to be a bed wetter do I? 

When I found my diapers and baby bottles, I wet them!

I missed being a baby.

Here I am diapered, and I didn't wet them.

Probably because I'm 18 not 4 now.

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“Ugghh come on, what’s taking so long?”

“Knock it off Sarah! And you wonder why I put you back in diapers”

“Mooommm..! Be quiet…”

“Stop trying to hold it sweetie, seriously! If its that bad just use your diaper…”

“Moommm…please stop saying that so loudly. Someone is gonna hear you…”

“Like I even care Sarah…you look ridiculous bonding around like a child who is about to pee her pants!”

Sarah hated that her mom was right, and she couldn’t have been in a worse place for it to happen, at the mall standing in the slowest line ever. Last month, Sarah was diagnosed with sudden onset incontinence and was forced to wear pull-ups until her wettings slowed down. She was told that in a week or so her bladder muscles will regain their strength but it’s been over a month at this point and her accidents are becoming bigger and more frequent…but on this particular day, something was a little different.

Sarah glanced around the store realizing that her mom was right yet again, she WAS making a scene and people WERE starting to notice! But it didn’t matter, her bladder had given up, sending a forceful stream of pee into the front of Sarah’s diaper. She blushed as she could feel the warmth of her diaper begin to slightly sag.

Her mom giggled and gave Sarah a pat on the back after noticing Sarah’s now relaxed posture, but that was only half the battle…

“See? You were making it a way bigger deal than it needed to be…you fell way better now don’t you?”

“Mooomm…please, just stop! It’s not just that…”

“What..?”

“I’m seriously about to shit my pants right now…what is taking so long up there??”

“Thank goodness I put you in a diaper today! Let me know if you have another accident so I can get your diaper changed, ok?”

“MOOOOMMM…!!”

Sarah’s face went red, she could hear the people behind her giggling to each other, watching the 21 year old girl argue with her mom.

“Oh come on Sarah, we are almost to the front…you seriously can’t hold it?”

“Mom please! I’m literally about to poop my pants…”

“This is ridiculous…and no, you can’t leave to go use the bathroom! Besides, if it’s as bad as you’re saying it is, you would probably just end up having an accident in the middle of the store”

Her mom’s snarky response got some additional giggles from a few other shoppers also waiting in line, but Sarah didn’t even care at this point.

Sarah suffered in silence for the next couple minutes trying not to lose hope, the line hadn’t moved at all. Then, it finally happened…Sarah let out a quiet gasp as she began to feel a warm mush slide into the back of her diaper, her body was frozen in fear. The steady flow continued to push up the very back of her diaper then crept up the front, until the final push dumped right into the already loaded seat of Sarah’s diaper.

Sarah snapped out of her daze…she couldn’t risk getting caught checking the back of her diaper by those behind her, but she knew one thing for sure, her diaper was ABSOLUTELY LOADED.

A few other ladies in the line started to get antsy asking the staff what the hold up was. Apparently they had to reboot their systems which is why the line was moving so slow.

“Hear that Sarah? It’s sounds like we will be out of here in just a few minutes. How are you doing?”

“Uuhhh I’m doing fine mom..”

“Oh thank goodness! You were making me nervous for a sec there…what a disaster that would be, am I right?”

Sarah was still humiliated, but somewhat joyful that no one in the store had any idea that she was standing in a freshly loaded diaper. That was until she heard the giggling whispers from the ladies behind her.

“OMG it’s sagging lower than her skirt…It looks like someone had a little accident HAHAHA”

“Ewwww that’s so gross…”

“Check it out mom! I told you that girl in front of us was wearing a diaper HAHAHA”

“You’re joking…Oh goodness! It looks like the girls weren’t lying after all LOL. That girl up there really is wearing a diaper”

“I just noticed that too…she must’ve had an accident or something because it definitely wasn’t sagging like that earlier”

Sarah couldn’t believe this was actually happening…she glanced over at her mom who was staring right at her with a look of disgust on her face. Then her mom took a step back, looking down to see what view the ladies behind them were seeing.

“Looks like we have a minor wardrobe malfunction back here! I am so sorry ladies…”

“Oh don’t even worry about it! We were thinking about saying something but we didn’t want to be inappropriate”

“Oh please! I need all the help I can get with this one HAHAHA”

“Mooommm…stop…”

The two girls could barely hold it together, they were dying laughing at the 20 something year old girl standing in a wet diaper right in front of them

“She needs to get a longer skirt! We could only see it sagging below her skirt after she peed herself…”

“Oh jeez…well I guess it makes it easier for me to know when she needs a diaper change, isn’t that right Sarah?”

Then without notice, Sarah’s mom lifted her hand under Sarah’s skirt and grabbed a handful of her diaper, leaving it fully exposed for everyone behind her to see. Sarah quickly turned away as it was finally their turn to checkout…Sarah yelled at her mom to stop embarrassing her as she continued to chat with the ladies. Sarah was seconds away from walking out of the store alive. Somehow her mom STILL didn’t notice that Sarah’s diaper wasn’t only sagging because she was wet…but during the diaper check, the two girls noticed something strange

“Uhhh…I don’t think pee is the only thing making that diaper sag…”

Sarah pulled down her skirt in a panic to cover up her sagging diaper before turning to face the group behind her and her mom

“What are you saying?”

“I think you might want to check her diaper again, I think she pooped it HAHAHA”

Sarah’s mom was irate as she spun her daughter around and lifted her skirt all the way up for her second diaper check in under a minute. The smell had been contained up to this point, but after getting her dirty diaper smashed and squeezed around by her mom, the smell escaped and filled the store. In mere seconds, Sarah’s dirty diaper began wreaking havoc on EVERYONE in the store.

“OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT SMELL?!”

“It smells like a dirty diaper in here…uuugghk!”

“WHEEWW!”

“OH MY FUCKING GOD…she stinks! HAHAHA

Sarah was fighting back tears as her mom grabbed her arm and yanked her up to the checkout counter.

“I am SO SORRY about my daughter..she had a little accident in her diaper”

“My God! Aren’t you a little too old to be shitting your pants in public…?”

“No, she isn’t! UNBELIEVABLE Sarah…you smell DISGUSTING!”

“Shut up mom! I told you I needed to go buy you wouldn’t let me leave!”

“Enough! You are embarrassing yourself…I’m surprised they haven’t asked us to leave the store…your diaper, UUGGHHKK!”

“WHATEVER! It can’t be that bad…”

“You’re joking…she’s joking right? You are literally walking around in a diaper filled with your own shit HAHAHA..you are DISGUSTING!”

“You know what, I don’t think we will be buying anything today…”

“What?! Mom! The only reason all this happened is because you FORCED ME to stand in line with you!”

“Ya, and then you pooped your pants! Why should I waste money buying you panties that you will NEVER WEAR”

“…….”

“Unfortunately, little girls like you only get to wear DISPOSABLE underwear like the one you pooped in today!”

“Awww calling it disposable underwear is actually really cute”

“Oh thank you! It’s a playful little way to make little girls like my daughter to feel like adults…personally, I think calling them DIAPERS, HUGGIES, or PAMPERS is way cuter HAHAHAHA”

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Don't worry they're just temporary ones for now have some Disney princess ones coming soon I think tomorrow and maybe if I'm lucky the permanent one we won't be far behind. I think that if a daddy gets me to put a permanent tattoo anywhere on my body that says anything about being a sissy or in diapers they own me and that would be the start of the sissy transformation I've always wanted but was too afraid to do. I don't think anyone could have a tattoo anywhere near there little sissy clitty or on their cute little asses that says keep diapers definitely or sissy baby girl forever or even girl power with something extra feminine could ever go back to pretending they were a man. And I don't want to I'm ready for that stage just need all the help I can get until I'm at that stage

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ATTENTION SISSY DIAPER FAGGOTS

If you can meet these simple criteria! Message me and we’ll see if we can’t destroy your masculinity too! Understand however this is a commitment! Im not interested in babies who use me to talk dirty too, get their rocks off and ghost! If im dominating you this is a commitment to produce what daddy demands. Im looking for a plaything that wants to be humiliated, regress, demoralised, pushed to do uncomfortable things and who can commit and follow my orders over a long period of time. Approach me diaper faggots, submit and i’ll make your sissy baby girl dreams come true!

Criteria-

1. Firstly I’m sorry but I’ve simply got no attraction too babies who are overweight, I get far more enjoyment out of skinny or slightly curvy faggots being feminised. However that said if you are slightly larger and agree to go on a strict workout and diet plan to make your body more effeminate then we can work with that.

2. You live alone! Its not a dealbreaker if you don’t but I prefer it because i will as a minimum want you caged and diapered when in your own home. The aim is that as a minimum i will operate a doorstep setup where in you will as an absolute minimum be MY sissy diaper fag while in your home and when you leave to go to work or other commitments then you may be a “man” again.

3. THERE ARE NO TRIBUTE FEES OR DEMANDS OF PAYMENT TO ME!!!! With that said, I don’t want payed by you but what i will do is ask you to buy or save up to by sissy baby faggot items or clothing which i want to see you in. In the event your a good faggot and do as your told then Daddy is not apposed to buying you little treats.

4. You understand that daily communication with Daddy is non negotiable, you must always see too it when Daddy messages you answer within 12 hours. You will not ghost or go on communication blackouts of any kind.

5. You understand that Daddy’s word on anything is right, is law, you will endeavour to do everything exactly how daddy says and you’ll consider daddy’s opinion when making any big decisions yourself.

6. Now this one seems odd but please, only cisgender males approach. I have nothing against transgirl sissies i just personally dont feel comfortable degrading or humiliating them about being failures as men and giving the usually sissy humiliation tasks to someone who’s genuinely not comfortable in their own skin and is changing gender. Its less of a you thing and more of a me thing on that one.

What will be expected of you:

1. You will at an absolute bare minimum be expected to wear chastity 24/7 and diapers at any time when you are not at work.

2. You will present as a juvenile, girly, effeminate, dress wearing, diaper using, juvenile activity doing sissy from the moment you enter your home till the moment you leave.

3. Over time i will force you to take on more effeminate characteristics to further destroy your masculinity such as growing out your hair, getting ear piercings, growing your nails, shaving ALL body hair from the nose down, painting your nails, perhaps dyeing your hair. Should you be committed enough you will eventually be forced to use a breast enlargement pump and perhaps even oestrogen.

4. You will fill your closet with sissy and sissy baby clothing of which i approve and over time will throw out male clothing you wear at home.

5. You will be given task which require time to be taken daily to learn new skills which are vital too a sissy like you such as makeup tutorials and hair styling tutorials.

6. You will also accept that you will be unpotty training yourself at night so that you are diaper dependent at bed time. I want you to wake every morning to the humiliating feeling of a full diaper.

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𝑀𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖~

𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉~ ♡

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“Ah yes, the suppository is finally working its magic. He wasn’t able to hold back as long as expected considering this is his first time.”

“Nurse Amy please keep taking detailed notes as he evacuates the bulk into his diaper. We’ll need to include a full description in our report. I’ll keep monitoring closely to evaluate his output — his diaper is already bulging to contain it and he’s only just begun. Yes, noticeable muffled noises from the diaper as he evacuates. I feel it expanding against my hand.”

“I’m going to reach down between his legs to monitor for urine evacuation. Oh wait, what is this I feel? It appears he’s having quite a physical response in the front. Please note that down — extreme involuntary excitement reaction during first diaper loading”

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You were seeing more and more advertisements every day. Advertisements for a special place. A place that would whisk you away from all of your problems. From your responsibilities. From your burdens. From your life.

All the girls in all the pictures seemed… different. Like they were just existing in a constant state. A perpetual mind space of confining, continuing comfort. Of pleasurable peace. Constantly conditioned. Perpetually pampered. Brainwashed bit by bit until their brain became soft , smooth and squeaky clean. Pink and plushy. Light and leaky. foggy and funny

Somewhere that would always be soft and sweet. Somewhere always safe and secure. Somewhere always special and sparkly.

You’d never need to think again. You’d be well taken care of. Well looked after. Diapered and dressed in locking bondage to remove any sense of your bodily control. Any idea of strength or self.

The only thing you had to trade was, well… everything.

Your old life. Full and weighed down by your own personal choices. Your own personal consequences.

The only thing you had to ask yourself… would it all be worth it ?

J O I N T O D A Y

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Happy fathers day to the absolutest bestest dada in da whole heckin wide world! @daddyelliott1979

I wuv chu soooo much! To da moon and back so its blessed by da goddess!

You make everyday an adventure and new in way only you can! Thank you for every nappy change and every cuddle.

I raise a bottle to chu dada! Da bestest! 🍼

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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Not my photo. Caption written by me.

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Not my photo. Caption written by me.

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You have come along for an interview, the job you are hoping to get is the position of my full time adult baby.

I explain to you all your roles in the job should you be successful. You will need to swap your grown up clothes for one of my specially made adult baby grows.

You will also refer to me as mommy or mama, you will need to be able to talk like a baby.

I explain to you that if you become my big baby, you will need to wear a nappy or diaper at all times, and only I can change, clean and powder you.

You are keen for the job and say you are up for anything, so I put you in a huge diaper.

You are my submissive baby and have to do as I say.

Any adult needs you may have I will see to, for example if you become aroused it's my job to wank you off into your nappy, as babies can't do that themselves. I tell you exactly how I will empty your balls so you aren't distracted by erections.

I explain that you are going to be my little diaper slut

That means you do as I say at ALL times. It means if I want you to pee or mess or make cummies in your nappy then you will do that.

I fix a sticky label to your nappy reminding you that you are my diaper slut By this point you have got the job and can start immediately

Image credit Sarah Diavola

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Worth 1,000 Words

Logan had been unusually quiet for the past twenty minutes, which was always Samantha’s first red flag. She'd babysat her Brother-in-law more than a few times now. Usually, he was either pouting and whining like a brat, or he was cooing and 'goo gooing' like the loser Samantha warned her sister he would be.

“You’ve been quiet,” she said, stepping into the playroom and folding her arms. “That usually means trouble.”

Logan had been hunched over his coloring book, furiously scribbling into it with one of his crayons before she walked in. At the sudden sound of her voice, Logan flinched so hard he snapped the crayon in half. In a panic, he scrambled to flip through the coloring book, the crinkling of the paper echoing louder than the rustling of his diaper.

It couldn't have been more incriminating, but Samantha played coy, slowly sauntering over and kneeling beside him. “Whatcha working on, kiddo?” she asked in a sultry voice, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Logan looked up with a guilty flicker in his eyes, he shifted uncomfortably, diaper crinkling, trying to shield his face with his ridiculous teddy bear and using his other hand to reach for the book.

Too slow.

With a single, smooth motion, Samantha snatched up the coloring book. Her eyes narrowed as she flipped through the pages one by one, humming softly to herself—a quiet, almost cheerful little tune—as her fingers brushed over the edges of the coloring book.

Logan sat frozen, his cheeks flushed and legs fidgeting on the carpet. The silence was worse than a lecture. Every page she turned made the pit in his stomach twist tighter.

Her eyes narrowed as she flipped slowly through the book, like a detective already certain of the crime, just collecting the final piece of evidence.

“You’re awfully squirmy all of a sudden,” she murmured without looking at him, still humming lightly. “Almost like someone’s feeling guilty...is it your diaper? Did you do something in your diaper??”

Her hands darted between his legs, gripping the padding with no regard for boundaries or personal space. Her eyes danced along the ceiling as she poked and prodded and groped and squeezed and poked some more.

"Hmmm, you're all dry...that's a first! And I know you don't have poo poo's...I would have smelled that from down the hall!" she giggled to herself, "but what about stickies? Were you being a naughty boy and making goo goo's?"

She tossed the coloring book down onto the floor, needing both of her hands so that one could lift his shirt and the other could pull out his waistband so she could get a peek inside.

"Hmmm..." she intoned, moving her head back and forth to get a better look. Tracing her painted nail over the front of his flattened steel chastity device, tapping it, sending shivers up his spine and down his legs, then running a finger over his balls. "No stickies!" she proclaimed with a wide smile, pulling her hands back to clap approvingly and give him an approving pinch on the cheek.

"Well then what could it be that's got you so squirmy? Hmmm?"

Her lip curled as she reached for the coloring book again. Logan had hoped she would have forgotten about it, that this all would have blown over, but there she was, using Logan's sticky pre-cum on her finger to flip through the pages again.

Cartoon bears and trucks and crocodiles on unicycles went by, each one meticulously colored and shaded to near perfection. Of course Logan was good at it, it was how he had to spend most of his “play time” these days. You should see how well he could stack wooden blocks….

Samantha found it amusing to think about what state Logan's diaper must have been in while he colored each page. This had to be when he was in a particularly messy one. She thought, judging by the more rushed scratches and strokes.

Logan whimpered behind his pacifier, hands balled into the hem of his shirt. He didn’t dare move. Not now. With every turn of the page she could sense his anxiety growing.

Finally, she found it, and let out an exaggerated gasp.

“And what do we have here??” she said, dragging out each word with theatrical mock-surprise.

Logan's heart sank. He shrank into himself, face turning a deep shade of red as he avoided eye contact, pacifier bobbing nervously.

She slowly turned the book around, holding it up like a piece of evidence in a courtroom. The crayon drawing stared back at Logan in full, embarrassing color. Over the blank outline of a cartoon bunny was Logan's depiction of a beautiful, busty woman getting plowed by a man with giant muscles and an even bigger dick.

“Well now,” she said, tapping the page with her finger, trying to contain her laughter and maintain her stern demeanor, “if you’re going to make pictures like this, I think we need to hear you explain them properly.” She pulled the pacifier from his pursed lips, it reluctantly gave way with a plop!

"Who is this, Logan?" Samantha asked, holding the coloring book steady in front of his flushed face, her tone sweet and slow—far too calm for Logan’s comfort. When his head turned away beneath her fierce gaze, she gripped him by the chin forcing him to look at her, asking again, harsher this time. "Who is it, Logan? Tell me."

Logan fidgeted, eyes darting toward the door as if an escape might magically present itself. It didn’t.

“Is this...Amanda?” She asked, pointing to the woman getting pounded and split open by the big strong man. Even in crayon, it was pretty obvious. "Is this my sister? Is this your wife??"

Logan hesitated, cheeks burning. Then, finally, he nodded.

Samantha arched an eyebrow. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“…Y-yes,” he mumbled.

"And what do you really call her, Logie?" she asked.

"....M-mommy..."

"Very goood!!!" Samantha cooed, clapping overexcitedly. "And what about this?" she said, tracing her finger to the huge man with prominent veins bulging out of his cock and biceps.

Logan looked like he was about to cave in on himself, he lifted his Teddy bear instinctively to try to hide behind it like he does when Samantha is changing his dirty diapers. She gave him a sharp tap on his wrist. "Who's the big man in the picture, Logie? Is that supposed to be you??"

She could hardly contain her laughter at the sheer audacity, but Logan was relatively quick at shaking his head 'no'.

"Then who is it Logie?"

He looked so embarrassed, cheeks darker than crimson. "It's...it's Mr. D-d-d-Dominic..."

"And who is Mr. Dominic?" Samantha beckoned, again playing the fool.

"M-mommy's...friend..."

Samantha couldn't contain the grin on her face as she watched her pitiful brother-in-law squirm beneath her, "And what do you call him?"

Logan's head was aimed at the floor. Finally, he muttered in the softest of voices: "Daddy..."

After Samantha was finally done cackling, she felt a pang of sympathy at the pitiful man before her. She lifted his chin once more. "Awww! Don't be sad, little one! This is a really great picture! And you looked happy to do it! Why don't you tell me what's happening??"

Logan's mouth hung open for a while, she could tell he was inwardly cursing himself for ever putting his thoughts out on paper for his sister-in-law to see, but he wanted this ordeal to be over with.

"He is fucking her in--"

"Ahp!" Samantha quickly interjected, stopping him. "Is that how widdle baybees speak?"

Logan's diaper crinkled loudly as he shifted on the floor uncomfortably, still struggling to find the right words, but a picture is worth 1,000 of them. He huffed again, then let his voice hit that high-pitched register. "Ith Misturr Dawminik...errr...Daddy putting his...pee pee in M-mommy..."

"Ooooh!! And is Mommy liking it?"

He nodded.

"Speak up, diaper boy!" Samantha barked.

"Y-yes Mith Samanthwa, Mommy wikes it..." he said, then mumbled to himself, "she wikes it a wot..."

"I bet she does!!" Samantha giggled, knowing her sister's taste very well, "Mommy likes BIG pee pee's doesn't she?"

He nodded meekly.

"And wittle Logee doesn't have a big pee pee does he??"

He shook his head.

"Say it, Logan."

"I don't have a big pee pee..."

"Noooo!!! Not at all!" She cackled. "Auntie Samantha has changed PLENTY of your diapies to know what you have going on inside of them! What do you have Logee??"

His face flushed a fresh shade of purple as he mumbled, "a...a wittle baybee dick..."

"That's right!! You sure do!!" Samantha cooed, pinching his cheeks again before returning to the coloring book, pressing her finger to the bottom of the page.

“And who’s this little guy way off in the corner down here?” she asked, already knowing.

“Me,” Logan grumbled.

"This one? The little man in the corner watching? That's you??"

Logan almost rolled his eyes, but instead he just nodded again.

"And what is he wearing?"

He looked down between his own legs, "Diapers."

"Diapers..." Samantha repeated, "Is that where you belong?"

"Yeth Auntie Sammy..."

Samantha giggled again, wagging the book back and forth while she sang in a sing-song voice "Widdle baby cucky in a diapee, watchin’ grown-ups be all big and strong while he piddles in his little pampers!! Look! You even colored it brown at the bottom!"

Logan looked away. She could tell she was losing him, hammering the point home a little too hard, so she took his hand softly and placed his pacifier back in his mouth to sooth him.

"Is this how you see yourself, Logie? How you see your new family?"

He sniffled, then nodded.

"Does it make you...happy?"

He considered that for a long moment. His little babybrain spinning. Finally, he seemed to have come to a conclusion.

"...Yes." He said behind his pacifier.

"That's perfectly fine, baybee boi!" She said sweetly, placing her cheek in her palm and stroking it gently with her thumb. "It's good you know your place in the picture! You're just a widdle bayybee for your Mommy and Daddy!" After finally coaxing a smile out of him, Samantha realized it was time to play her part in this while picture.

"Now tell me..." she said, shifting to a sterner tone as she picked up the book once more. "Is this something appropriate for a widdle baybee to be drawing?"

Logan's eyes went wide, realizing he was in big trouble. He fitfully shook his head no, whimpering and whining behind his pacifier in hopes it would earn him mercy.

She tapped the page. “Nooo it sure isn’t! You know better. Now I know that little caged up diaper cucks like you don't get to watch big boy movies, especially naughty big boy movies! But that does not mean you get to make naughty pornographic pictures of your own!"

She stood over him, watching him cringe beneath her shadow. “You’re in diapers, sweetheart. That means you color outside the lines, stick to bunnies and bears, and do NOT draw pictures that are too big for you!"

Logan blushed and babbled behind his pacifier, terrified, squirming, wriggling and writhing.

On the outside, Samantha kept her expression firm, brow raised and lips pursed in disapproval. But inside? She was cackling.

The whole thing wasn't even a big deal. He wasn't technically doing anything wrong. In fact, Samantha found the whole thing quite amusing--and even a little bit sweet. In a weird, perverted type of way. But that didn't mean she couldn't take advantage of being a stern caretaker. She liked to have her fun too.

"I think we need to have a little lesson on what's appropriate for diaper losers like you!”

*****

30 minutes later, Logan knelt in the corner of the room, his nose pressed gently against the wall. In front of him, held up awkwardly between his nose and the pastel colored paint, was the paper Samantha had ripped out of Logan's coloring book. He stared at the big, bulging cock he'd drew, and read the letters Samantha had made him write over it in big crayon letters:

“Boys in dirty diapers don't draw dirty pictures.”

“Boys in dirty diapers don't draw dirty pictures.”

“Boys in dirty diapers don't draw dirty pictures.”

“Boys in dirty diapers don't draw dirty pictures.”

Each line was carefully spaced, a little shaky—writing after getting a harsh, bare-bottom spanking over someone's knee wasn't easy, especially when you were still crying and sniffling.

Samantha sat nearby, sipping tea and admiring how bright red she made his ass cheeks that were still peeking out of his pulled down diaper. She checked her watch. “Twenty more minutes,” she said cheerfully. “And if that paper drops before I say so, you will go back over my knee, and we start over. Understood?”

Logan nodded, tears sliding down the bridge of his nose and smudging the paper it was pressed into.

Samantha smiled to herself. He could cry all he wanted—but deep down, she knew this was what he wanted. He liked being a little diaper cuck, even if he hated to admit it. No matter, he’d be admitting it to his ‘Mommy’ and ‘Daddy’ when he presented his little drawing to them later.

And next time? Maybe he’d stick to coloring bunnies.

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