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“Good keep embracing him while it happens. This is an important step for him. He needs to feel your overwhelming maternal energy while he fills the diaper. Don’t let go until he’s all done. Hold him tight and feel free to reach down to his bottom to comfort him and feel his progress. He’s pushing out years of pent up negative pressure and emotions, so it may take some time”

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“What is that smell? I’ve checked all the toddlers in the daycare and I still can’t find where it’s coming from. We recently emptied the diaper pail also, so it’s not that,” she said confusedly to the other female caretakers. “Unless…” She stopped talking as her expression changed to a grin, and all the women looked at each other smiling in acknowledgement before turning towards you. You began to blush red as she walked towards you, grabbing your arm firmly and pulling down your pants. She smiled widely, “Looks like we found the culprit ladies. Someone made a big baby accident in their pants.”

All the women gathered around, trying to conceal their delight. “Get the changing table ready. I think its become more than clear that he deserves to be in diapers.” You began to cry as they led you over to the changing table.

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I was woken up by a persistent pressure on my bladder, and when I groggily rolled from my side onto my back, I noticed my diaper had swelled up during the night, I had definitely wet myself in my sleep. Right then I started to feel warm pee roll over my butt on the way to be absorbed away from my skin, I had started to wet myself again! No worries I thought, this megamax can handle it, and I drifted off to sleep, waking up to my diaper looking like this.

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You are the neediest little that I have ever had in the playroom.

Every time I turn my back, I spin back around to find you grinding your soggy little bum on something different. Stuffies, furniture, other littles, my leg--nothing was safe from my adorable little gooner.

That's not to say I didn't try to stop you. Little ones typically aren't allowed big kid playtime whenever they want in Papa's Nursery, after all. However, you wouldn't be deterred.

No matter how thick the diapers, how embarrassing the mittens, or how tight the chastity device, it would only take minutes before I found you rubbing your no-no bits on your next unwitting victim.

So, after weeks of experimentation, I decided I only had one choice to break this behavior: Give you exactly what you want over and over and over again until you couldn't take it anymore.

That's how you found yourself tied to the changing table, legs spread wide, only a thin, soggy pull-up strapped between your legs. I stood over you, vibrating wand in hand, smiling before pressing it hard into you crotch.

You came. And came again. And again.

Each time, you looked up at me with wide, pleading eyes, and begged for more. After 12 orgasms, I knew I had met my match.

So, now, instead of fighting you, I've embraced your little eccentricity. You no longer spend your days grinding on anything you can. You don't need to.

Instead, your icky little holes are constantly stimulated, just like you want. You spend your does drooling, bouncing in place, and babbling, in a constant state of over-stiumlation.

And, while that may be torture for another little, it has made you my most adorable, compliant little baby. Papa couldn't be happier with how this all turned out.

Based on your slutty little moans, neither could you.

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Your arms are crossed.

Your eyes are rolling back in your head.

You're letting out a sigh of indignation.

But, despite your petulant little show, you know better than to disobey me. You stand in place, obediently sticking your cute little tushy ever so slightly out as I tug back the elastic waistband of your diaper.

You're certain this is ridiculous. It's unnecessary. You're a big girl. You'd know if you messed yourself.

However, as I click my tongue in disappointment and press the warm, soft mess into you with the palm of my hand, your indignation fades. It's replaced with a deep blush of shame and wave of confusion.

The transformation is sudden, and I love it.

There is nothing like watching your immediate transition from a confident, bratty teen--too big to believe you need the diapers I taped you into--to a confused, embarrassed little toddler, wondering where your potty training went and if you'll ever get it back again.

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"But, Papa, why did I have to come with you? The bathroom is icky!" You whine as you stare up at me, perched on my porcelain throne.

I ignore your whines as I continue to do my business.

"Because, sweetie, you've been begging me to start potty training! What better way to start that than learning by example?"

You blush as the soggy diaper under you crinkles, and you suddenly remember your recent tantrum, begging to be treated more like the adult you are.

You cross your arms and pout.

"Actually, why don't you take this opportunity and show me just how much of a big kid you are? You skipped your morning stinkies. Go ahead and make them in the bathroom like a big kid!"

Surprised at my sudden support, you stand up and then frown. I'm still sitting on the toilet.

"Um, Papa, you gotta move so I can potty," you say softly.

"Oh, baby," I coo, "I didn't say you were ready to potty in the potty. Just ready to potty in the bathroom!"

Red faced at my words, but so conditioned to follow my instructions you can't conceive of fighting back, you immediately squat down and push, loading the back of your diaper with a big, squishy mess.

As you finish, I stand up, wipe myself clean, then give you a kiss. I wash my hands, and then take yours in mine, and start leading you out of the bathroom.

"Alright, back to brunch!"

You look at me with big, pleading eyes.

"But, Papa... I need changies," you stutter out.

I smile and kiss you again.

"Baby, it's not the first time our friends have had to put up with one of your messy diapers and won't be the last. How about this, though? I promise to change you in the car after we eat if you can't get someone else to change you before that. Who knows? Maybe your new friend--Sheila, wasn't it?--will want a go at it this time?"

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Never again

The quiet beep of machines ticked like a lullaby in the background as her eyelids fluttered open. The world felt hazy, gentle—like floating on a cloud. Her limbs were heavy, but warm. Secure. The blankets draped over her were soft, but not what she noticed first.

It was the feeling between her legs.

Thick. Cushioned. Squishy.

She blinked again, slower this time, and swallowed. Her hand moved tentatively beneath the blanket. Her fingers pressed into the padding cradling her hips—warm, wet, and clearly used.

Not even awake for five minutes… and she hadn’t felt it.

Her breath caught. Not in panic.

In awe.

The surgery had worked.

A tremble ran through her chest, and then a soft, shaky smile formed on her lips. A tear rolled down the side of her face and soaked into the pillow.

She had really done it.

She lay there for a moment, breathing through the swell of emotion. Her body felt different now—less like something to control, more like something to be cared for. And that’s what she wanted. Not on a whim. Not impulsively. She had agonized over the choice, crying in his arms, wondering if it was too much. Too extreme. Too forever.

But each time she doubted, he had been there. Her Daddy. Not pressuring. Not promising fairytales. Just listening. Holding her. Reminding her that what she wanted—freedom from bladder control, from expectation, from the exhausting weight of adulthood—wasn’t wrong. That if this was how she needed to feel safe, to feel little, then he would support her. Entirely.

And she had chosen it.

No more “trying.” No more “potty training.” No more shame.

She let out a breathy laugh through her tears. Her diaper squelched softly as her legs shifted. A thrill went through her belly. It felt real. Undeniable.

She had no control now. None.

And somehow… that made her feel completely safe.

Still, her cheeks flushed as nerves danced under her skin. This was new. This was big. But even with the tiny buzz of uncertainty, her heart bloomed with relief.

She didn't have to worry anymore. It wasn’t up to her now.

The door creaked open.

Her heart leapt.

There he was.

Daddy.

He filled the room like sunlight, stepping inside with a warm smile and quiet eyes that knew everything.

“Hi, baby girl,” he said softly.

She let out a little hiccup-sob of joy as his arms wrapped around her, lifting her up into the safest place in the world—his chest. Her head nestled under his chin. His hands pressed firmly around her body… and lower. He cupped the front of her squishy diaper with a soft, approving squeeze.

Her body shivered. Not from shame. From recognition.

From ownership.

He whispered into her ear, low and close:

“Looks like someone’s not potty-trained anymore…”

She giggled—helplessly, joyfully—and nuzzled closer, her voice muffled against his shirt.

“Never again…”

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Precious Little Things:

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

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

... Keep it in their pampers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sooo, has anyone else ever had a Trest leak on them before (like without intentionally trying to make it leak just for fun bc they’re so dang absorbent)?

Oh, umm yeah, me neither… c-cause if someone made a Trest leak, they’d have to just be a total potty pants baby who needed constant adult supervision or something, right? And that’s definitely not me (yes it is, it’s totally me)…😅😳

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collage #1

5/8/2025

this morning i felt a little more helpless than usual, thought i’d share the photoshoot i did-

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Changies time 🥰

JFF for all my spicy content Justfor.fans/teacupbunnyy

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puppy? 🐶

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Do you imnediately turn your head when someone says "Pottypants" yet or does that still take some time?

*hears someone say “potty pants” and turns around* Who? Meee?? 😳🙈

I mean…I can’t really deny it at this point, can I?

@jay-saun (tagging my daddy, since he gave me that super blushy nickname and I’m sure he’ll appreciate seeing that it’s catching on 🙈🙈🙈)

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Such a gross little girl ❤️

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"Um.... Daddy?"

"Wow did you just fill your diaper again, after telling me what a big girl you are?"