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[kotabear13]

“Yes, we can tell you’re padded. No, you can’t change. This is what she wanted you to wear and I think you look perfect.

You don’t want me to tell her you have a problem with the outfit she chose, do you?

That’s what I thought. Now grab your diaper bag and let’s go, fluffy butt”

[kotabear13]

“That would be great if you could come by to babysit him tomorrow. I’ve had my hands full since I put him back in diapers. You wouldn’t believe how fast we go through them.”

“Do you actually have somewhere I can change him here? I think he’s way overdue for a clean diaper and that would be easier than changing him in the car.”

[kotabear13]

*whispers*

"Omfg Kelsey, did he just..."

"Shhhh...shut upppp! See, I told you we could sneak into his room. It's exactly like I told you. Mom put him back in diapers the second he moved back in. Don't worry about him noticing. That's like his favorite show now."

"Kelsey...it stinkkkks"

"Yeah, I know. Ever since mom put him back in diapers, this is how he is 24/7. He's a total Barney baby."

"Ewwwww. Did he just...feel it with his hand? Your brother is so gross. Let's go to your room."

"See that's the thing. Mom wants it to be a big surprise. She already started putting his things up on e-bay. She's turning my old room into his new nursery. And she keeps talking about making it Barney themed to soften the blow. He'd throw a total temper tantrum otherwise..."

"Seriously? We used to have so much fun in there! I know he dropped out of college but don't you think this is a little extreme?"

"Girl, come check it out. If you think he stinks now, wait until you see his full diaper pail sitting where we used to smoke up at."

"Omfg Kelsey...your mom is crazy. That's where I had my first kiss! Now it's a nursery?!"

"Yeah well one of us graduated from college while my bedwetting brother decided to drop out and move back in. I don't blame her."

"I can't believe I used to have a crush on him."

"Awww, It's not your fault. You know how I told you he's super into Barney now? He's in love with his Luvs. Check out the diapers mom got for him 😅"

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This is your new potty, your new panties, and your new pussy! This is where you will pee, where you will poop, what you will prance around in, and it is the only warm, wet thing you will be fucking from now on! Say 'bye bye' to pussy! Say 'hello' to pampers!!

[kotabear13]

“Dudeeee.”

What?

“Shhhh! Dude….5 O'clock. Look behind us. That dude is totally wearing a diaper.”

Huh? How can you tell?

“Do you not hear all the crinkling when he walks? He’s been waddling around like a duck since we’ve been here. Plus, everytime we pass him I smell pee/baby powder. Just look.”

OMG. Dude, you’re right! He just bent down and I saw it. It has teddy bears on it too! What a baby! I’m saying something lol.

“Dude, no, no, no, stop lol you’re going to embarrass him ”

Hey! Excuse me, sir. Me and my friend just wanted to let you know that your DIAPER is showing. You may want to pull your shorts up. We think your pampers are making them sagg!

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[kotabear13]

The Barbeque

The warm summer night air felt wonderful on my skin as Mommy--my wife--took my hand and guided me towards Aunt Katie, her best friend's, backyard.

The pavement, warm from the sun, but cooling as it set, felt wonderful on the bare soles of my feet. The smell of barbeque coming from our destination drew me like a moth to a flame.

It was a perfect evening... almost.

"Hurry up, Ollie! Auntie Katie is waiting for us!" Mommy's words rang in my ears, urging me to waddle faster.

"Mommy, please! Do I have to go like this?" I said, gesturing at my outfit.

Despite being a six-foot-tall, 32-year-old man, I was dressed like an 18-month old. The leg gatherers of the large and soggy diaper my Mommy had dressed me in just before we left, poked out of the holes of my slightly too small short-alls. My onesie, covered in little trucks and admittedly comfy, completed the look. I'd begged my wife to let me at least wear shoes, but she just shook her head and claimed I was too little to need them.

"Of course you do, my sweet boy! Do you remember what happened last time I let you go to Auntie's house without a diaper on?"

I blushed because I did. Katie, or Aunt Katie as I was forced to call her, loved to treat me like a baby. Flashes of desperately pleading with my 'aunt' for the key to the bathroom while dressed like an adult, only to wet myself in front of the entire party, flashed in my mind.

"That's what I thought," Mommy said sternly, noticing my defeated look as she approached the gate, "Now stop sulking. Everyone here knows what you are. There is nothing to be embarrassed about!"

With a strong pat to my padded butt, Mommy pushed me through the gate and into the bustling backyard. The set up looked so beautiful when I stumbled into it, I momentarily forgot to be embarrassed by my outfit.

"Wow," I said as I admired the beautiful string lights, hanging from posts and illuminating the party.

Katie's garden was immaculate. Weeded carefully and seemingly everything in bloom. The yard furniture was beautiful and sleek, looking like it was ripped from the pages of home and garden. Katie herself worked the grill.

"Sheila! Ollie! You made it!" Our hostess cried out when she saw us, shaking me out of my revelry.

She quickly abandoned her post as grill master, approaching us in her loose, attractive sundress. She wrapped Sheila and then me in a hug. I couldn't help but notice how good she smelled, like barbeque, grass, sweat, and her floral perfume.

"You're late? Did little Ollie throw a tantrum? Or have an icky blowout?" Katie teased, squeezing the back of my diaper. "Must not have been a blowout, you're already pretty soggy!"

I pulled back and looked down at my feet in shame.

"Oh, don't be a pouty puss! Auntie Katie is just teasing! I even set up the perfect spot for you to enjoy the party!"

Katie took my hand, walking me slowly through the milling crowd of actual adults, towards the corner of her yard. When I saw where she was leading me, I wet myself again in shock.

"Mommy," I croaked out, stunned, "Please no! I won't even fit!"

Sheila shook her head as she popped my binky in my mouth.

"Baby, of course you will! And you'll enjoy it too! Your Auntie spent a lot of time setting this up for you, and I won't have you acting ungrateful for her work," she patted my tush forcefully, "Or am I going to have to pull down this diaper and give the other party guests a show?"

I grimaced, knowing my wife would follow through on that threat. I did as I was told.

Now just in front of me was a meshsided, portable playpen. The hard plastic mat, clearly meant more for easy cleaning than for comfort, was nearly covered with stuffed animals, rattles, and other infant toys. I soft, blue baby blanket hung artfully over one side of the enclosure. Hanging from the back fence was a clearly custom wooden sign, painted white with a little dinosaur on it.

"Ollie's Special Spot"

It declared, labeling the infantile cage as mine.

Katie and Mommy helped me climb into the cursed contraption as other people looked on and laughed.

Mommy was right. I fit. Barely. But, if I wanted to lay down, I would be forced into the fetal position.

"Can I ah leath haf sum food?" I whined as I stared up at the two women looking down at me.

Mommy reached into my diaper bag, hanging from her shoulder, and pulled out a full bottle of formula.

"Of course, sweet pea," she said as she handed me the bottle.

"Now, stay here and be a good boy," she said before walking off with Aunt Katie, leaving me to stew on my own.

I stared around the yard, took in the smells, the sights, and the sounds as I spat out my binky and replaced it with the nipple of my bottle. As I leaned back against the mesh side of the playpen and started to suckle, I thought to myself that, although this was incredibly embarrassing, I guess it could be much worse.

[kotabear13]

It’s A Small World

If you weren’t so preoccupied by the horror of your current predicament, you’d have realized this was always inevitable.

There you were, sitting next to your two new friends, on the way to Disneyland. The start of what promised to be a day to remember. 

And it will be—just not for the reasons you hoped.

“H-how much longer, Mom?” you asked, doing your best to sound casual.

“About 20 minutes.”

You don’t have 20 minutes.

A sudden cramp strikes, a foreboding omen. You do your best to act naturally and not draw any attention to yourself.

“Please, not now,” you beg your body, “Please.”

You hear the distant, carefree conversation next to you. Your friends blissfully unaware of the brewing disaster next to them.

This was supposed to be a fresh start, having moved to California at the end of your junior year. Most girls your age would have rioted if they had to leave their friends and transfer before their senior year of college.

But not you. This was your chance. New school, new friends, new opportunities. You’d get to have the senior year you always wanted.

And the best part of it all? 

Nobody knew you were still in diapers.

Plus, your new friends, Jill and Liz, were popular! The stars were aligning for a perfect year.

That is, if you can keep your diaper clean for 15 minutes. 

Your body tenses as another, stronger wave of cramps hits, taking everything in your power to hold it. As the cramp recedes, you feel renewed hope. You can make it!

Until your mess slides into your diaper. Slowly. Surely. Inevitably.

Your face flushes in fear as you realize what’s happening. As you realize there’s nothing you can do from pooping your diaper.

The mess continues without mercy, smushing against your diaper as it searches for space as more follows it.

You whimper as your diaper expands, trying your best to act casual—well, as casual as anyone can while they’re loading their diaper in a car with friends—hoping against hope you don’t smell.

Finally, your body relaxes, its job done.

You fight back tears as you shift your weight, your mess squishing even more.

You’re supposed to be a senior, not some stupid toddler hiding her poopy diaper!

But here you are, sitting in a poopy diaper you couldn’t help but fill. Nothing like the adult you’re supposed to be.

Time seems to stand still in this horrifying limbo. Too late to stop yourself from filling your diaper but before the dreaded, inevitable moment of discovery.

Trapped.

Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.

“Oh, Kristen!” Liz squeals, tapping your shoulder, “You totally should come to the pool party on Thursday! We want to introduce you to Matt, he’s perfect for you!”

Jill leans over Liz and shoves her phone into your hand. Your heart skips a beat when you see Matt.

He’s so handsome!

“Right?” Jill says, noticing your reaction, “And he’s on the basketball team, so if you join the cheer team with us, you’ll be, like, the cutest couple! Well, besides you and Trevor.”

You can see it all. Walking around the hallways, Matt’s fingers intertwined with yours, heading to lunch with the popular girls.

Everything you ever wanted.

“Do you smell that? Something stinks!”

The question rips you from your blissful reverie, away from Matt. Back to the loaded diaper between your legs.

Panic overwhelms you as all moisture is sucked from your mouth.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Liz leans closer to you, sniffing the air inquisitorially. “Omg, did you fart, Kristen? At least roll down the window!”

You catch your Mom’s eye in the rearview mirror before you roll down the window.

“Ugh, so much better,” Jill says as fresh air rushes in.

“I can still smell it,” Liz shouts over the gushing air, staring directly at your lap.

The loudest silence fills the car. 

You squirm, trying to hide your diaper bulge, desperately thinking of some way—any way—to get out of this situation.

“Kristen, honey,” you Mom says, rolling up the window, “Did you have an accident?”

Jill and Liz immediately fall into a fit of giggles.

“M-mom!” you whimper, “Y-you promised!”

“Sweetie, it’s a little late for that, don’t you think? Now, did you have an accident, or am I going to have to pull over and check your diaper myself?”

“Your what!?” Jill shouts in shock.

“Wait, Kristen, you’re in diapers? Stop…did you actually…you pooped your diaper?”

“I-I-I…” you flubber.

“I’m sorry, girls,” your mom says to your friends, “Do you mind waiting until we park for me to change her diaper? We’re only a few minutes away.”

“No problem, Ms. Jones. My big sister has a baby, I’m used to the smells,” Liz says, clearly fighting back laughter.

“Thanks, girls.”

The silence that fills car competes with the smell of your diaper for supremacy.

And both are winning.

Unable to say anything, you stare out the window, wondering if they’ll still invite you to the pool party.

The muffled giggling you hear next to you doesn’t give you much hope.

“So,” Liz starts, pausing to keep herself from laughing, “What ride do you want to go on, first Kristen? My niece loves Alice in Wonderland!”

“My cousin loved that one! Oh, and Peter Pan! We should go on that too!” Jill adds unhelpfully.

You’re spared the indignity of answering when your Mom pulls into the parking spot.

“Okay, I think I better change Kristen here before she gets a rash. Can you girls wait here while a change her?”

“You got it, Ms. Jones.”

“Actually, Liz, would you mind handing me her diaper bag? It’s the one at your feet.”

You aren’t looking, but you can feel your friends struggling to not laugh.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks Liz! Now, honey, let’s get you changed. Lay here so I can get this icky diapie off you.”

“Mom!!!” you squeal, “Stop!”

“Oh, gosh, I’m sorry, sweetie, old habits!”

The girls can’t resist anymore, erupting in laughter.

Through the window, you can see them watching the sight they never expected to see, yet is so routine to you.

It’s bad enough getting your diaper changed in the privacy of your own home, but having two girls your age watch it happen—in the back of the car in the Disneyland parking lot—makes it all so much worse.

On your back, helplessly waiting for your mom to wipe the stinkies off you like you’re no different from any daycare brat.

“Awww, she even wore big girl undies! That’s so cute!”

“She wants to be a big girl so bad! I should have known something was up when her Mom offered to drive us!”

Your mom rips open your diaper, ignoring the girls. “You really made a mess of this diaper, honey. But I’d guess you got it all out of your system. You should be fine for the rest of the day.”

All you can do is whimper.

Before she powders you, your Mom turns to the girls. “I hate asking, but now that you know about Kristen’s little problem, would you guys mind letting me know if she needs a change?”

“Like, check her diaper?”

Your Mom laughs. “No, that’s not necessary, I don’t want you girls thinking you’re babysitting her!”

“W-why would we think that?” Liz says, fighting back tears of laughter.

“Well, if you see her waddling or smell something, just shoot me a text and I’ll come and change her. I’ll let you girls have fun without me.”

“Sure thing, Ms. Jones.”

“Oh, stop, call me Bev.”

You feel your diaper taped up. “There, good as new, ready for Disney! It even has Mickey Mouse on it!”

Your mom pulls up your pants after fussing with the leak guards.

“Ready to go, Kristen?” Jill asks.

You nod meekly.

“Don’t be shy! I’m sure you’re not the only one in Disneyland who needs diapers!,” Liz says, “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about! Besides, it’s the happiest place on earth!”

Jill reaches out her hand for you to grab.

You can’t tell if they’re being nice or teasing you, but you follow the girls and your Mom to the entrance.

Once you’re inside, your Mom stops you. “You let the girls know if you need to be changed, okay? I’ll come find you in a couple of hours to check on you. Have fun!”

With that your Mom walks off to find a churro, leaving you alone with your friends.

“So, where to, Baby K?”

“But you better let us know if you make an uh oh in your diapie, okay?”

[kotabear13]

I’ll Cry Instead

This caption is for @jamesdaycare, a special little one who’s determined to prove he’s a big boy, despite all the evidence to the contrary.

*And yes, I'm aware that I said I’d be posting less and here I am blowing up your feed, sue me*

After months of pleading and negotiating, you finally got your chance—and you were determined to prove you weren’t some silly pamper packer.

She finally—finally—let you wear your special big boy undies, the super cool Ben 10 briefs that you begged her to but for you.

Tonight was the night you’d show her you could be a man!

You never felt cooler than right now, walking around the fancy wine tasting, wondering if everyone could tell your underwear was just so cool.

Besides, she told you if you managed to make it through the night without an accident, she’ll actually make you a man!

Needless to say, you were excited.

After 24 long years of imagining what it would be like to be with a woman, you were about to experience it!

You even laughed as she packed a bag with a spare diaper—just in case—making a point to toss the spare shorts she wanted to bring.

You wouldn’t need that!

Each glass of wine made you feel better than the previous one, even though it tasted icky. But you pretended it was good because all the other adults raved about something French.

Whatever Cabernay Savinyon was.

Her smile electrifies you as she grabs your hand.

“Do you need to go potty before we go sit outside, sweetie?”

“I’m not a baby, I’ll go if I need to!”

Look at you, proving you’re a man.

Had you not been so proud—or anything but a silly little thing—you’d have realized she was right.

But you didn’t.

She knew well before you did you were in trouble. She could see your fidgeting and bouncing from a mile away.

Not that it bothered her, she was exhausted of your incessant arguments that you were a big boy.

She was more than willing to let you experience the natural consequences of your immaturity.

And she didn’t need to wait long.

You barely made it outside before it happened. Your eyes going wide in terror as your bladder screamed in pain, unable to meet its burden of the big boy drinks you thrust upon it.

“Everything okay, James?” she asked innocently, as if she didn’t know what was about to happen.

“I-I…” you managed before the floodgates opened.

Tinkle flooded your special Ben 10 undies, which were comically unsuited for the onslaught.

“Mmmm,” you whimpered pathetically as peepee gushed down your leg, pooling onto the ground.

There was no hiding what was happening.

You felt the eyes of the patrons on you, watching the train wreck unfolding before them.

They may have been shocked—but she wasn’t.

She didn’t need to say a single word, her smile said it all: I told you so.

All you could do is groan feeling the warm river of shame waterfalled down your legs, not daring to meet her gaze.

When you finally finished, you heard her break through your haze of embarrassment.

“Uh oh, did you have an accident, honey?”

Tears welled in your eyes. This wasn’t supposed to happen!

“No, baby, don’t cry!” she said wrapping you in a hug, skillfully avoiding your wet pants, “It’s just an oopsie daisy, it happens to little ones like you! Let’s get you into something more appropriate, hmm?”

She grabbed your hand without waiting for an answer, pulling you somewhere.

You didn’t know. You didn’t care. You couldn’t think straight. As long as you went far from here.

At least until she pulled you into the women’s bathroom.

“N-no, I c-can’t go in there!”

“Oh stop, I need to get you out of those wet pants. And besides, nobody bats an eye when women change their babies here!”

You’re too frazzled to argue. Even if she’s calling you a baby.

“Lay down, James,” she says pointing to the changing mat she laid down.

You hesitate, it’s not even a stall—it’s in the middle of the bathroom.

“N-no!” you shriek, looking around.

She doesn’t argue. She unbuttons your soggy pants, pulling them to the floor, exposing your Ben 10 undies.

“I know how excited you were to wear those, but you’re not ready for these, are you? You need something a bit more padded to hold your wetwets.”

She pushes you down as you whimper, onto the changing mat. Your special Ben 10 undies are unceremoniously tossed aside.

“Awww, if you weren’t such a baby,” she says wiping your little parts, “Maybe you could have used this for something other than tinkling…but I guess you’ll have to wait a few more years.”

She laughs, not in a condescending way, but as if it was just a silly, offhand comment.

The crinkling of your diaper as she fluffs it fills the room. “Up.”

She slides your diaper under you and tickles your tummy.

“But isn’t this better? You don’t need to try that, do you? Aren’t you happier here, safe and sound, wrapped in my love? No expectations?”

She sprinkles baby powder on you, rubbing it in meticulously.

“You’re not a big boy—and you’ll probably never will be! And that’s okay! The real world can wait, you belong right here. Girls will still fawn over you, I promise!”

“I-it’s not the same…” you pout.

“Maybe not, but what can you do? You’re not a big boy, you need diapers! Girls love helpless little things like you!”

She tapes the last tab and pats your diaper appraisingly.

“There, all snug as a bug.”

You watch in horror as she stands up and offers you her hand.

“Y-you forgot my pants!”

“Honey, they’re soaking wet, y can’t wear those!”

“B-but, what about—.”

“You mean the spare shorts you were just so sure you wouldn’t need? I didn’t pack them!”

“But I…I need…need something to cover my…my…”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say diaper.

“Cover your diapie? Well you should’ve thought about that, silly boy! It’s time you trust the adults to make your decisions. But for now, you’ll just have to do without, sweetie.”

No.

No. No. No!

But she already packed your wet clothes and changing mat, leaving you no options.

“C’mon, James, let’s get you home, you had a long day.”

You take her hand, eyes shut, trusting her.

Everyone can see your diaper with the silly designs—nothing like your Ben 10 undies.

As you ignore the laughing, you wonder when you’ll ever get to wear them again.

Or if you’ll ever be with a woman.

But deep down, you know the truth: this is where you belong.

[kotabear13]

That one time Mommy caught me sneaking out of my diaper…

So… this happened a few weeks ago. I thought I could be a big boy for one night. Mommy had just diapered me like always—powdered, snug, soft, and taped up tight in my favorite nighttime diaper. She kissed my forehead, tucked me into my crib, pulled up the bars, and whispered, “No funny business tonight, little one.”

And I nodded, of course. I always do.

But deep down, I was feeling rebellious. I don’t even know why… maybe I wanted to prove I could be grown-up for once.

As soon as I heard Mommy’s footsteps fade down the hallway, I got to work. Slowly, carefully, I wriggled out of my onesie, trying not to make the snaps pop too loud. Then came the diaper. I peeled the tapes off—quietly, like a little diaper ninja—and slid the whole thing off. I stashed it under the crib and pulled the blanket over me, feeling so proud of myself.

No crinkles. No bulk. No baby smell. Just me.

Free.

I fell asleep feeling smug… and woke up in cold, wet shame.

The bed was soaked. My onesie clung to my skin. The mattress squished under me.

And then I heard it: the door creaking open.

“Good morning, baby—wait… what is this?”

Mommy’s voice dropped an octave.

She stepped closer, sniffed the air, pulled down the blanket, and saw the whole mess.

“Where is your diaper?” she asked, crossing her arms.

I froze. Caught. Busted. Completely humiliated.

All I could do was look at her with wide, guilty eyes. I think I even whimpered a little.

But Mommy wasn’t mad. Oh no—she was disappointed.

She picked up the soggy blanket, shook her head slowly, and said, “So you thought you were ready to be a big boy? This is what happens when you make that decision without Mommy’s permission.”

Needless to say… I didn’t get a choice the next night.

Triple-layered, booster inside, locking onesie, and mittens. No escape.

And she made sure to tell me every night that week: “Babies wear diapers. Always.”

Lesson learned.

[kotabear13]

Oh wuv Binky Bliss, it made me so happy! Dey helped me forget being a big girl and now I just a silly baby, all da time! I wuv wearing big, saggy diapers dat leak so much, making such a mess everywhere I go. I giggle and coo as piss dribbles down my chubby thighs, feeling so warm and comfy.

Da ladies at Binky Bliss are so nice, dey feed me yummy baby food from a bottle and make me suck on a big, fat binky while I sit on my stinky diaper. I just love sucking and drooling like a real baby! Den dey give me toys to play wit', but only if I be a good girl and drink lots of pee-pee from da big girls' bottles. It tastes so yucky at first, but now I crave it all da time!

[kotabear13]

Let’s be real.

[kotabear13]

After I was changed into another diaper with expertise and reinforced baby talk I was lifted off the changing table and ushered to the living room with a pat on the bottom. I crinkled back into the room and found the little girls again smiling at my diapered state. I took a seat and my thick diaper crinkled and poofed up in the front exposing the baby design on the tape panel. The shiny white plastic reflected and waistband caught my shirt making my diaper super noticeable. I began to color in a coloring book trying to ignore the baby feels that I had. I crinkled every time I moved and it reminded me of my diaper and how baby I felt with its unmistakable thickness and pampers smell. Surprisingly I heard a commotion and the baby sitter was checking one of the girls. She had a little accident and a wet spot had formed on her shorts. She was upset and knew what was about to happen to her as the sitter pointed to the nursery. When she returned diapered like me I was relieved to have the attention on the new baby. She was super blushy and crinkled in with her head down and tears in her eyes. The babysitter exclaimed “I guess I have two diaper babies now”. My heart skipped a beat and the other little girl giggled. The smell of pampers and crinkles was double now. As she sat coloring the babysitter brought us both sippy cups of juice. A little while later it was announced that it was nap time. We were ushered to the nursery where the crib awaited. We were lifted into the crib and given pacifiers. It was humiliating to say the least. The little girl sobbed herself to sleep sucking her paci. I didn’t suck but fell asleep as I was exhausted by the diaper attention and embarrassment. We both were woken to the babysitter checking our pampers. To my surprise we were both in wet diapers about to be changed like toddlers.

[kotabear13]

A red shirt, white diaper and blue balls, courtesy of your matching chastity cage. This wasn’t how you expected to spend your 4th of July — but after confessing your closely guarded fetish to your partner during a drunken game of truth-or-dare, everything in life had rapidly started to change… again and again… and again.

Now, you find yourself newly single — and even more newly “adopted” into your own home — dutifully waiting to be let out of the crib after your 1 p.m. nap, as another involuntary stream fails to make a dent in the outer layer of your double-boosted diaper. It’s a far cry from previous years, when you were the master of ceremonies for the entire neighborhood — cracking beers, manning the grill, and putting on the biggest fireworks display legally allowed. In your new soggy, stinky baby lifestyle of bottles, bibs, strollers, and sailor suits, those glory days feel a lifetime away.

But don’t worry, little one — your ex didn’t waste any time finding a new man of the house to keep the tradition alive, and he’s more than happy to invite all the neighbors over to play a game of patty-cake with his new bundle of joy. And while the adults mingle, casually discussing the most embarrassing and intimate details about your daily existence, you'll be shuffled off to "play" in the sandbox. Try as you might to focus on arranging the colorful plastic buckets into some semblance of order, as if that could provide you with some small sense of control over your life - inside you'll just be waiting in dread to see if the next time someone checks your Pampers will end in your inevitable and inescapable diaper change on the grass.

“Daddy” knows how much you miss being the center of attention every year, so he'll naturally insist that everyone’s first stop at the backyard BBQ is your new Little Tikes Sizzle 'n Serve Grill, to grab one of the plastic hot dogs you'll be “cooking” all afternoon. Unfortunately, the big fireworks show won’t be until long after your 7 p.m. bedtime — but thanks to your stomach’s reaction to its first taste of greasy hamburger after months of bland organic baby food, you’ll still be the talk of the block as you deliver the biggest “boom-boom” of the day right in front of the whole neighborhood! 🧨💥🇺🇸

[kotabear13]

As my heart raced and I stood next to the changing table I answered softly. I… uh… while Mrs. Michelle looked down at me. She then decided to just make my decision for me and said let’s put you in a diaper and we won’t have to worry about it. I was shocked and just said okay softly as I didn’t know what to do. She swiftly lifted me on to the changing table like she had done to many a child I’m sure. As I lay there my heart beat so hard and my face was so red. She slid my pj bottoms down and then my underware leaving my naked. I was just frozen as she picked up a diaper and unfolded it. She crossed my ankles and lifted my bottom as she slid the diaper under me. As I was placed back down on the diaper I felt the thickness and heard the crinkle. Next she sprinkle baby powder on me and rubbed it in. All the while tears were forming in my eyes and I felt so baby. Next she spread my knees and pulled the diaper up over my little stiff pee pee. The crinkle and thickness made me feel oh so baby. As she pulled my diaper up it touched my pee pee and made me squirm as the soft padding rubbed me. I was humiliated but strangely loved the way the diaper felt as its thick softness touched me. I noticed the Sesame Street characters on the front as she taped it snug. The baby feelings were so overwhelming as she finished and patted the front telling me I was a good boy. As she sat me up the diaper crinkled loudly and poofed out in the front. As it rubbed me I became stiff poking the padding inside. She picked me up and placed me on my feet patting my bottom and said no need for your bottoms. I’ll come check your baby diaper in the morning okay. If you need to potty just wet your diaper. I don’t want you to have a problem getting it back on okay hun. I nodded and climbed into bed. Mrs Michelle tucked me in and turned the light off. I lay there in disbelief, I was in a diaper like a toddler. I moved a little and crinkled, it made my heart race. The thickness was unmistakable, I was wearing a diaper like a baby. I was still embarrassed and tears were still in my eyes but I also felt safe and secure. I just hoped I wouldn’t have to potty because I didn’t want to wet my diaper like a baby…

[kotabear13]

That core memory of being put in a highchair in nothing but a diaper and shirt at the baby sitters house. All the other kids saw you come out of the nursery in your diaper after being changed. Your little heart raced and your cheeks were red as you crinkled out into the room. How embarrassing it was being a big kid one minute to being diapered like a toddler the next. All of the smells of baby powder and diapers mixed with loud crinkles at every movement. The other kids were pointing at you and calling you a baby in your diaper. You’ll never forget it…