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Becca knew she needed to talk to her mom about some changes. "Mom, things are different between Justin and I now."

"How did all this start?"

"Well, it started because Justin liked to do age-play, and I loved it, too. After about 6 months, I gave him a choice, though. I told him that I still need a man in my life, and if we keep up the roleplay, I won't be able to see him as a man anymore. So, either we stop age-play, or he becomes a full-time baby, and I can look for a man who can meet my needs. Weeks went by and I needed him to choose. To help him, I gave him 3 days of being my baby 100%. He loved it, but still would not choose, so I "helped" him choose. I knew what he really wanted. He is now 100% my baby. He fought me for a few days, but he was helpless. I can pick him up and hold him so easily. I can diaper him, feed him, and dress him however and whenever I wish, and he knows that I'm about 4 x as strong as him. I've also instituted regular spankings! So I made a few changes at home, and then I started the paperwork with my lawyer, David, who is very handsome and a former football player! He helped me get everything put in writing. Once it is approved, I'll officially be Justin's mommy! When I took the final forms to David's swanky office, I felt so happy that we did it right on his conference table!"

(Helen starts to laugh.) "Oh I'm sorry I laughed, honey. This is a unusual situation, and you have to admit, it's funny seeing Justin in baby-mode. Well, I think this sounds good. Justin never really matched you very well, and I've always thought him lazy and childish. I think Justin needed a downgrade to baby. If you ever need a sitter, I'm available! I think I can handle him."

"Thank you! I was going to ask anyway. You could help with finding clothes for him, or maybe sewing some yourself." "I'm proud of you, Becca. You're courageous to step onto this path. I think everyone is happy with it."

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Mila's first day

The heavy wooden door creaked open just a little, and then a little more. A tiny sneaker peeked through, followed by a girl in soft denim shortalls and two stiff little pigtails tied with pink ribbon. She stepped inside slowly, clutching the straps of her backpack like a life jacket. Her name tag read Mila in bubble letters.

The room smelled like baby powder and crayons, and the air was filled with the crinkling sounds of movement. Bright rugs and plush toys dotted the floor. Past the circle of blocks, a girl sat with her legs splayed out, wearing nothing but a sunny yellow t-shirt and the bulkiest diaper Mila had ever seen. It was thick—like it could barely fit between her knees. She looked up from stacking squishy alphabet cubes and smiled brightly.

“Hi!” the girl chirped, waving one hand while the other kept her latest block tower steady. “You must be Mila! I’m Lacey.”

Mila nodded slowly, chewing her bottom lip. “Y-yeah… this is the Daycare room, right?”

“Yup!” Lacey grinned, giving her crinkly bottom a wiggle.

Mila shifted from foot to foot. The shortalls hid the brand-new diaper snug against her, but she still felt like everyone could see it. Up until yesterday, she’d been in preschool, using the potty like a big girl. Nighttime pull-ups didn’t count—those were just in case. But this… this diaper was thick. Taped on. Not for “just in case.”

“I… um… I don’t really need this. Not really,” she mumbled, tugging the front of her shortalls.

Lacey giggled, scooting closer on her diapered bottom with a soft crinkle-crunch. “That’s what everyone says at first. I did, too. I even tried to tell Miss Mandy I didn’t need diapers on my first day. Guess what happened?”

“What?” Mila asked softly.

Lacey leaned in and whispered like it was a big secret.

Lacey leaned in close, her voice hushed and gleeful, like she was letting Mila in on the biggest secret in the world.

“I totally threw a tantrum my first day. Like, arms crossed, bottom on the floor, big pout and everything. I told Miss Mandy I didn’t need diapers. That I was a big girl and I could hold it.” She gave a sheepish shrug. “But guess what? Holding it only works for so long. And after snack time… let’s just say my tummy didn’t agree.”

Mila’s eyes widened. “You had an... accident?”

Lacey wiggled her padded bottom proudly. “Nope! Not an accident. That’s the thing—they tell you from the start: no potties here. Your diaper is the potty. So when it happens, it’s not ‘uh-oh’, it’s just… okay. You let go, and the diaper handles it. And honestly?” She gave Mila a grin and whispered, “It felt kinda nice. Warm and squishy and… safe. Like, I didn’t have to try anymore.”

Mila looked down at her shoes. Her tummy had been making tiny noises for the last few minutes—nothing huge, just soft rolls, like her body was reminding her of something. She shifted a little, feeling the diaper snug between her legs, hugged by the denim of her shortalls.

Another rumble stirred deep inside her belly. This one was heavier. Slower.

She looked at Lacey again, uncertain. “But what if I… it’s not just pee…”

Lacey scooted closer on her diapered bottom with a soft crinkle, gently patting Mila’s arm. “That’s okay too. Happens to all of us. Sometimes it just sneaks up. Sometimes you gotta give it a little help. Either way, diapers got you, promise.”

Mila’s tummy twisted again. This time, she felt the pressure building, low and steady. Her legs tensed. She looked around the cozy room, the pastel drawings, the soft rugs and blocks. No toilets. No potty chairs. Just Littles. Just diapers.

She closed her eyes.

It took a moment—her body hesitated, unsure—but then she gave a soft grunt, barely audible. A little push. Her knees bent slightly, and she instinctively spread her legs just a touch, pressing gently.

A warmth bloomed in her diaper, a slow spreading fullness. She whimpered once, half in surprise, half in relief as her belly finally relaxed.

Her cheeks flushed bright pink, but the tension in her shoulders slowly faded.

Lacey leaned over and gave her a friendly bump with her shoulder. “Told ya. Not so bad, huh?”

Mila giggled, still pink but no longer frozen. “It’s… really warm…”

Lacey clapped softly. “That’s the best part!”

The two girls plopped down onto the squishy rug together, Mila sinking into the mushy padding beneath her with a soft squish. The blocks tumbled again, and Lacey laughed.

As the tower rebuilding began, Mila found herself smiling for real this time. The crinkles, the softness, even the squish beneath her—none of it seemed weird anymore.

She was a Toddler now. And Toddlers didn’t worry about potties.

They just played.

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I just want to teach my baby girl to not know better than to use her diapers at all times. Just helplessly filling them up whenever she has to go potty, not even realizing that there are other options. Because I've trained her so well. She just potties right there in her pants, wherever she is, no matter who she's around.

And when Daddy tries putting her in Pull-Ups for a bit? To see if she's ready for potty training? Of course she isn't ready. She let's go in her Pull-Ups whenever she needs to, without a second thought, because she's a baby, after all. That's just what she is, and that's what babies do.

No thoughts. Head empty. Just a very full diaper for my little girl. _

This is adult roleplay. All characters depicted are 18+

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The Birthday - 4

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

All I could bring myself to do was stare at the slowly cooling puddle of urine I was sitting in as a triumphant grin spread across Melody's face. I didn't want to make eye contact with the woman who had so thoroughly humiliated me. Also, as much as I hated to admit it, I was afraid that if I looked up I would accidentally catch a glance at the toilet sitting just feet in front of me. The thought of even looking at the horrific thing sent a shiver of terror down my spine. Fuck Melody's horrible, but effective, hypnotic triggers.

"My, my, you certainly did a number on that little diapy of yours, didn't you baby?" Melody asked rhetorically. "Luckily, I was prepared to really pamper you for your birthday," my wife chuckled, emphasizing her horrible pun as she began to walk out of the bathroom and back into our master bedroom.

Despite the deep shame I felt sitting mere inches from my toilet in an overflowing diaper, I couldn't help but roll my eyes at Melody's use of the Pampers®/pamper wordplay.

"Really? You've clearly read enough of my work to know how overdone that pun is?" I said as Melody left the room. "Given all of your prep work and," I stopped mid-sentence to allow myself an involuntary shudder to work it's way down my body, "inventiveness for my torture so far, I really expected more."

Melody laughed in response to my critique of her uninspired wordplay. "That's big talk coming from a little man that is SO afraid of the potty he would rather piss his pants than use the toilet like an adult."

I felt my full body flush with embarrassment. Looking down at the puddle I was sitting in again, then back up at the potty monster looming in front of me, I decided that it was time to find a more dignified (and less scary) place to banter with Melody from. My wife must have agreed, because as I began to push myself into a standing position, her voice rang out with a sing-song tone.

"Baby, it's time to stop playing in the bathroom. You don't have a good reason to be in there anyway. Come to Mommy," she ordered.

Since it was my plan to get out of our bathroom anyway, I complied. As I stood up, I scrunched my face up in disgust as I felt the weight of the wet diaper settle between my legs. The padding that I didn't even notice when I woke up, now felt like a was carrying a bag full of lukewarm, wet oatmeal between my thighs. I spread my legs out as much as possible to minimize the feeling of the wet undergarment rubbing against my skin, which, forced me into, what I knew, was a tell-tale toddler waddle as I stepped back into my bedroom.

As I walked through the door, I was greeted with Melody, kneeling on the floor, using her hand to cover a giggle as she looked up at me. I glared back at her.

"Love, you look SO adorable. Just like a pouty little toddler! I should be taking pictures of this!" She said between laughs.

It took a surprising amount of self-control for me not to stomp my foot or stick my tongue out at her. I held it together. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of making me act more childish than she already had.

"Oh, don't be such a grumpy goose! Mommy knows how to help you. Come lay down and we'll get you in a dry bottom!" Melody said, patting a plastic, baby blue changing mat, clearly sized up to fit an adult.

More than anything else, I wanted to get out of the wet diaper taped to me. It was humiliating and disgusting. So, in the interest of getting what I wanted and avoiding additional punishments from 'Mommy,' I waddled over and laid on the changing mat like an obedient toddler.

"You know, changing my pissy diapers has to be disgusting for you. I know how much you hated changing the boys' diapers when they were younger, and, you've made it abundantly clear that you're not really into ABDL. I could just take care of this myself. It wouldn't even lessen my embarrassment. It'd be, like, extra punishment, having to clean up my own messes," I tried to negotiate.

As I stated past my naked chest and stomach, as well as my bulging, padded crotch, I watched another predatory grin grow on my wife's face.

"Now where would be the fun in that baby? Do you know any other toddlers who are trustworthy enough to change their own wet bottoms?" She asked rhetorically. "No, you don't," she answered her own question, "and, you're little tantrum about using the potty just confirmed that you are nothing more than a pathetic… little… baby." Melody lightly slapped my wet diaper after each of the last three words for emphasis.

"Plus," Melody continued as she bent over me and started to undo the tapes, "who said I didn't like this? I don't like the idea of your infantilizing and demeaning powerful women, but, seeing you reduced to my plaything is starting to turn me on."

To illustrate her point, Melody folded down my diaper, exposing my urine soaked crotch, grabbed a wet wipe, and, instead of moving to wipe me, wrapped my penis in the wet wipe and started stroking it up and down my exposed shaft. Despite my hatred of the situation, my body betrayed me again, immediately getting hard.

"Baby likes this too, doesn't he?" Melody asked, continuing to stoke me, while leaning farther over me, showing off her ample cleavage.

"Uhhh… Ahhh.. guhhh… Stop…" I whined in pleasure. Each stroke of my wife's hand causing me to thrust my hips off of the wet diaper under my ass and towards her fist.

"Too bad Mommy says that you can't get hard anymore unless your little man is snuggly wrapped in diapy," Melody said.

At the use of the hypnotic trigger, my body immediately reacted. My once long, hard cock, immediately shrunk and became flaccid in my wife's hand. The overwhelming, brain melting pleasure I was just experiencing immediately dissipated. Desperate to regain the sensation, I aggressively thrusted my now soft penis uselessly into Melody's firm grip. Nothing happened.

"Oh no! What's wrong? I thought you liked it when Mommy touched you like that?" Melody said mockingly.

"Mommy, please, don't do this!" I begged, momentarily forgetting what happened when I tried to use my wife's name.

"Oh no? Are you too little to play big boy games with Mommy now? Let's check." Melody's sing-song, condescending tone, now had a distinctive, sharp edge to it.

As I looked down at my shrinking penis, Melody began to clean me up. Grabbing a new baby wipe, she expertly wiped my groin clean. Then, with an authoritarian slap to the side of my right asscheek, "Up," she ordered. I complied, lifting my ass off the well-used diaper. Melody quickly pulled the soaked undergarment out from under me, wiped my now more easily accessible butt clean, and slide another giant diaper underneath me.

"Down," Melody said. Once again, I did as I was told, placing my butt cheeks down on the much more comfortable dry padding of the new diaper.

"Now that Mommy has you all clean, let's see if you can at least pretend to be a big boy for me," Melody said playfully.

I watched, concerned, as she leaned over me exposed groin again. However, this time, she didn't stop wear she could just easily grab my penis. Instead, she opened her mouth, and, while making seductive eye contact with me, placed my whole, soft, flaccid penis, between her lips.

I bit my lip in anticipation of what was to come. I reveled in the feeling of my wife's tongue and lips working their way up and down me as they had many times before. It felt good. But, something was wrong. Like when she was using her hand to stroke me earlier, despite everything feeling normal and wonderful, my dick wouldn't respond. It wouldn't get hard. It wouldn't get bigger. All I could do was watch as my limp penis flipped around uselessly as Melody played with it in her mouth.

"Gahhh…. What is wrong!" I screamed out in frustration.

Melody took that as her cue to stop and sit up. She grinned.

"Oh no, it looks like you are too much of a baby to play big boy games with Mommy anymore! I guess I am just going to have to wrap your little friend here back up where he belongs," she said, playfully flicking my penis.

For the second time that day, tears started to form in my eyes.

"Why did you do this to me?" I asked desperately.

"Sshh, baby, it'll be okay. Just because you can't play big boy games with Mommy outside your diapy, doesn't mean you can't have any fun at all," she responded as she folded the fresh diaper over my crotch, taped it snuggly into place, and then rubbed my penis through the front of the padded prison she had taped me in.

As soon as she put pressure on me, my cock sprung back to life with a vengeance. I almost immediately became rock hard, as if all of the pent up arousal from the ineffective hand and blow jobs earlier were released at once. Subconsciously, I thrusted my padded crotch into Melody's open palm, trying to increase the pressure on my throbbing member.

"Oh my! Someone likes his baby pants, doesn't he?" Melody teased as I humped her hand. "It must be even more than you like your wife's mouth?"

At those words, I forced myself to stop pressing my cock into the fresh diaper, and turned a deep shade of red.

"No… that's not true. I hate this. You did this to me. Fuck you!" I spat out.

Melody was undeterred by my outburst. She pressed the open palm of her hand hard into the front of my diaper, allowing her to feel the full girth of my erect penis and effectively pinning me to the floor.

"Your little man here tells a different story," Melody said with a mischievous wink. "But, if you really don't want to play in your diaper, I won't make you."

Melody lifted her hand from my diapered crotch, freeing me from her clutches. I whined a bit in disappointment when the pressure was lifted. As much as I would never admit it to my wife, her strokes did feel good. However, I was determined not to be reduced to an baby-man who would willingly cum in his diapers.

Melody stood up and started walking out of the room.

"Come on baby, if you don't want to play in here right now, we might as well go to the living room and find something else to do," she said as she started to leave.

I moved to stand up and follow, only for Melody to turn around and glare at me.

"You aren't standing up, are you? Don't you think a little boy who is terrified of the potty and can't get hard except for in his Pampers is too little to walk?" Melody asked.

I knew the question was rhetorical, but answered anyway, "No, I am plenty big enough to walk on my own, Mommy. Even toddlers who refuse to potty train can walk."

"We'll just have to see about that. Mommy says…" my wife began.

Before she could finish her sentence though, I dropped to all fours, and yelled out to cut her off. As much as I wanted to maintain what independence and control I had, I wouldn't let my stubbornness force a new, embarrassing hypnotic trigger to be planted in my brain.

"No, you're right Mommy, I can't walk. I'll just crawl."

Melody's grin stretched from ear to ear. "Good baby! You're learning! Now, come along."

I crawled behind Melody as she left the room and headed down the hall towards our living room. Being forced to follow her on the floor like a dog was humiliating, but, I quickly found it had it's advantages. Despite my anger with the way Melody had been treating me, I still found her jaw-droppingly attractive. From my vantage point on all fours, I got an excellent view of her incredible ass swinging back and forth in front of me. As I enjoyed the unexpectedly wonderful view I had, I felt my already erect penis grow harder as it gently rubbed against the padding between my legs. The view and the feeling we're so good, in fact, that I had to work to not give into the feelings of pleasure under the diaper and keep moving.

Luckily, or unluckily, depending on your point of view, for me, I didn't have to fight my urges long. It only took moments for us to reach the nearby living room. The sight that greeted me there was surprising, but not unexpected. Melody had clearly come very prepared for this weekend of torture.

For the most part, our living room was unchanged. Our potted plants still decorated the room. The room itself was dominated by the presence of a large, comfy couch and recliner. A large, 70' television hung from the wall.

Small, but notable changes had been made to the room though. In one corner of the room, in front of the couch, a slightly larger than normal pack-n-play was set up. It was sized for toddlers still, but large enough that I could guess, just by looking at it, I could lay down fully on the bottom of it, curled up.

Next to the mesh-sided contraption, between the couch and the television laid an extra large, pastel blue, fleece baby blanket. Small baby toys, like rattles, soft blocks, and teethers were scattered on top of it.

On the opposite side of the baby blanket from the pack-n-play, a baby 'activity center' was erected. Two arches, connected at their peaks, rose up from the ground. Soft baby toys and flexible mirrors dangled from the arches, set there to occupy an entertain an immobile infant, left lying under the contraption.

One last thing caught my eye from my vantage point on all fours as I crawled into the room. Propped against the wall was a giant teddy bear, the type you only see on sale at Costco or other big box stores. However, rather than being a plain tan bear, the one had been dressed up. The best wore a small pink tutu around it's waist and attached to its head was a cheap plastic tiara enlaid with fake plastic gems.

Examining the room, I had no idea what Melody's next game was, but I knew I wasn't going to like it.

"Oh look, baby, Princess Bear looks so excited to see you! She's been waiting to meet you all day!" Melody said as she watched my gaze fall on the giant stuffed bear. "Why don't you crawl in over and give her a hug?"

The suggestion that I knew was truly a command seemed harmless enough, given the rest of my humiliations that day, so I complied. I crawled over to the giant bear, wrapped my arms around it and gave it a small hug.

Melody followed me and leaned over, whispering in my ear conspiratorially as I squeezed the neck of the stuffie.

"I know a secret! Princess Bear has the biggest crush on you. She was really hoping you could have some pretend 'big kid' play time this afternoon," my wife informed me.

I released 'Princess Bear' immediately, turned, and stared at my wife in bewilderment. Did she just suggest she wanted me to hump this giant stuffed animal like one of the diaper wearing sluts in my story that would do anything to get off? I knew I was better than that. My ability to ignore my painfully erect cock, locked away in my padded prison told me that.

I couldn't help but tell Melody what I was thinking in so few words.

"Mommy, no. I am not some pathetic little diaper slut that will hump anything to get off. I can't control myself," I spat out.

"Are you sure, because your little man seems to say different," Melody said, bending down further and rubbing her hand over my diaper covered dick. I had to bite my lip to suppress the rush of pleasure.

"Yes," I moaned out in opposition.

Melody ran her hand seductively up the front of the diaper I was wearing again.

"Are you sure? Because, since we clearly can't play 'big kid' games together anymore, I thought it would be fun if I watched you play with Princess Bear while you watched me play with myself. Mommy's have needs too, you know?" Melody reasoned with me.

"No," I spat out again,"I won't be your pathetic little diaper slut."

Melody stood back up.

"We'll just have to see about that," she said, he tone shifting from seductive to menacing.

A shudder passed through me as I realized that I may have fucked up again because of my pride.

NEXT CHAPTER

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Mommy’s about to find out I’m not just a bedwetter… 😅💩👖

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Photo credit Ausdpr

Jessica’s Sentence

Lori's heart ached with sorrow and despair as she grappled with the tumultuous relationship with her 45-year-old daughter, Jessica. The once close bond between mother and daughter had frayed over the years, leaving only tense silences and bitter resentment in its wake. Jessica, consumed by her own inner turmoil, lashed out at Lori, holding her solely responsible for every misfortune and misstep in her life. Lori, in turn, was crushed under the weight of her daughter's accusations, her spirit worn down by the ceaseless blame and animosity. As a single mother in the challenging decades of the '80s and '90s, Lori had poured her heart and soul into raising Jessica, navigating the rocky terrain of parenthood without a partner by her side. But Jessica, especially during her teenage years, had rebelled against Lori's every effort, pushing back against any attempt at guidance or support. When adulthood arrived, Jessica eagerly fled the nest, leaving Lori behind as she spiraled into a vicious cycle of incarceration and rehabilitation. Time and time again, Lori reached out, desperate to help her daughter find her footing, but her efforts were met with cold indifference and ingratitude. Jessica, it seemed, was determined to self-destruct, and Lori was powerless to stop her.

Appearing bright and early Monday morning before the oh so familiar judge, 45-year-old Jessica smirked confidently, assuming she would simply be released with yet another slap on the wrist and perfunctory warning to clean up her act, after spending a wild weekend in jail for public intoxication and disorderly conduct. However, the no-nonsense judge, nearing retirement and fed up with Jessica's repeated antics, had other plans in mind after a revealing conversation with the troubled woman's long-suffering mother. "Jessica White!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the courtroom. "I see absolutely nothing has changed since the last time you appeared before me just last month." He shook his head in clear disappointment and frustration. "Frankly, I am sick and tired of seeing you in here time and time again, squandering your life away with no apparent purpose or direction!" His tone grew increasingly exasperated as he continued his blistering rebuke. "This irresponsible and immature behavior has gone on for far too long, young lady! You leave me no choice but to take drastic action. I am hereby granting your mother full legal guardianship over you and sentencing you to a life of babyhood, for as long as deemed necessary, until she decides you are finally ready to grow up again!" The gavel slammed down with a resounding crack, as Jessica's jaw dropped in utter shock and bewilderment at the completely unexpected turn of events. "Bailiff, please escort the defendant to the changing room so her mother can prepare her for her new life as an infant," the judge ordered crisply, denying the stunned 45-year-old any chance to protest as she was briskly ushered away to face her mother and humiliating new reality.

Jessica's face burned with humiliation as the stern bailiff led her down the gloomy corridor, the woman's iron grip on her hand making the 45-year-old feel like a naughty toddler being marched to timeout. Squirming in embarrassment, Jessica made a feeble attempt to slip free, but the muscular matron only squeezed tighter, delivering a sharp swat to her prisoner’s bottom in warning. "Act up again, missy, and you'll get another pop on your hiney. And I'll be sure to tell your mommy you've been fresh," the bailiff scolded as Jessica sniffled, hot tears of shame trickling down her cheeks, her bottom throbbing from the degrading spank. They came to an ominous metal door emblazoned with a garish makeshift sign reading "Baby Changing Station." Jessica's stomach knotted with dread. The bailiff swung open the door and yanked the reluctant woman inside. There stood Lori, positively beaming, a huge pastel-pink diaper bag slung over her shoulder. The infantile tote bag was adorned with a cutesy floral print, a large pink bow, and Jessica's initials stitched below in looping cursive script. "What the fuck is that?" Jessica shrieked in outrage. "Isn't it obvious, baby? It's your new diaper bag, sweetie!" Lori enthused, her cheery tone belying the perverse cruelty. "Like hell it is, Mom!" Jessica snarled. She lunged for the exit, but the bailiff effortlessly shoved her backward. Jessica landed hard on her rump as the matron slammed and locked the door with an ominous clang. "Now, honey, we can do this the easy way or the hard way," Lori cooed. "It's entirely up to you, princess. But either way, you're leaving here as a baby." The bailiff hoisted Jessica to her feet and unzipped her orange jumpsuit in one fluid motion. She yanked the garment down to her ankles, leaving the 45-year-old in just her skimpy white lace bra and panties.

With a mixture of amusement and exasperation, Lori quipped to the bailiff, "Mam, I may need some help here! For some reason I don't think the baby is going to make this easy!" Chuckling to herself, she deftly unclasped her daughter Jessica's bra, removing it in one swift motion before yanking down the 45-year-old's panties, leaving her completely exposed. Jessica's face flushed a deep crimson as she desperately tried to cover her nakedness, but to no avail. The bailiff, unfazed by the scene unfolding before her, responded reassuringly, "No worries mam! That's why I'm here!" She proceeded to lift Jessica's feet one at a time, methodically removing her panties, jail-issued jumpsuit, and socks. Lori, grateful for the assistance, placed Jessica's diaper bag on the pristine tiled floor and unzipped it, pulling out a large, thick changing mat adorned with pink and white butterflies. She laid it down gently, preparing for the inevitable struggle that was about to ensue. Jessica, in a last-ditch effort to maintain her dignity, pleaded with her mother, "Please mom! Don't do this!" But her attempts to scurry past the bailiff were futile as the strong woman easily grabbed her by the armpits and placed her down on the oversized baby changing mat. The older bailiff, sensing an opportunity, suggested, "I think now is as good a time as any for the baby's special booster shot!" Jessica began kicking and screaming like a toddler, but the athletic bailiff held her down with all her might. Lori, seizing the moment, grabbed a large syringe from the metal cabinet above them, labeled "Baby Jessica," and quickly inserted the long needle into her daughter's thigh, injecting the solution into her bloodstream. Within seconds, Jessica felt a strange sensation coursing through her body, although she couldn't quite pinpoint what had changed. Lori placed a cute Sesame Street band-aid over the injection site as the bailiff stood up, wishing her luck and reminding Jessica to be a good girl for her mommy. With her presence no longer needed, the bailiff exited the room, leaving mother and daughter alone. Lori, her smile wide and mischievous, began blowing raspberries on Jessica's belly, the sensation eliciting uncontrollable giggles from the 45-year-old, her laughter bouncing off the walls in a symphony of joy and humiliation.

"Now honey," Lori cooed, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness as she gazed down at her daughter lying helplessly on the changing mat. "I know you must be so confused about what mommy just injected you with. It's just a little special medicine to ensure you stay nice and obedient under mommy's loving control. Thanks to the judge's orders, you're now so much tinier, barely even 5 feet tall, with the fragile strength, clumsy fingers, and lack of potty skills of a mere 12-month-old infant. But mommy's not complaining one bit - you'll be ever so much easier to scoop up and wrangle now during your diaper changes!" Lori's voice took on a sterner, warning tone as she added, "You'll learn to accept your new place soon enough, little one. But if you give mommy any trouble, I won't hesitate to have your vocabulary replaced with baby babble too!" Lori's hands moved with practiced ease as she cooed, "Now, let's get rid of all that icky big girl hair and get you taped up snug in a fresh diapee before you make a messy uh-oh!" At these humiliating words, Jessica dissolved into heartbroken bawling, hot tears streaming down her face. Her fists batted uselessly at her mother with infantile weakness. Realizing resistance was futile, Jessica simply flopped over in despair on the changing mat, resigned to her new fate as a helpless baby. Her mournful cries bounced off the room’s pale walls as Lori's deft hands gently prepared to transform her 45 year old little girl back into a sweet diapered, infant once again.

Eagerly Lori grabbed a can of shaving cream and lathered her daughter's pubic area before taking a razor to remove her landing strip and stubble, causing the former woman to whimper and squirm. "No please mom! Not my hair!" Jessica cried as her mother removed every stray hair before lifting her legs and doing the same on her bottom and anus. “Oh stop that crying young lady! Babies don't have hair down there! Speaking of which, we need to make sure it doesn't grow back ever again!" Lori explained as she coated Jessica's whole body in permanent hair removal cream, letting it settle before wiping away the industrial strength solution with sensitive Pampers baby wipes, leaving Jessica hairless and smooth as a newborn.

This treatment only intensified the 45-year-old's tears. Frustrated, Lori pulled out an oversized pink and white "Little Princess" pacifier and popped it into her daughter's mouth, silencing Jessica as she instinctively began sucking the large teat. "Good girl Jessica! Now keep it in until mommy says otherwise!" Lori sternly instructed while grabbing a bottle of gentle baby lotion and slathering the pink cream over every inch of her daughter's frame. Next, she squeezed out Desitin diaper rash ointment and applied it vigorously to Jessica's hairless genitals and bottom, creating a protective barrier. Jessica sighed in disbelief as her legs were held above her head while her bottom was thoroughly coated in the thick cream.

Smiling eagerly, Lori pulled out the pièce de résistance—a giant disposable diaper identical to an infant's Pamper, emblazoned with an Elmo and Cookie Monster print. With a practiced flick of the wrist, she unfolded the Pamper, lifted her daughter's bum, and slid it in place before laying her back down on top. In that moment, Jessica wanted to die from pure embarrassment as the fluffy soft fabric caressed her smooth, medicated skin.

"This had to be a dream!" Jessica thought to herself in disbelief as her mother once again lifted her legs high above her head, sprinkling baby powder generously across her bare bottom. The soft, silky powder tickled Jessica's skin as it floated down, coating her most intimate areas in a layer of infantile comfort. With practiced, efficient motions, Lori lowered Jessica's legs and repeated the process on her front, making sure every inch was thoroughly powdered before pulling the thick, crinkly Pamper up between her daughter's legs. Jessica sighed in resignation as Lori taped the diaper snugly around her waist, patting her bottom playfully to remind her of her new baby status.

Next, Lori slipped a pair of ruffled white ankle socks onto Jessica's feet, followed by babyish brown Mary Jane shoes that made her feel even more ridiculous. Lori then produced an adorable short pink baby dress from the diaper bag - all frills and lace. She sat her daughter up, legs awkwardly splayed by the bulky Pamper, and pulled the dress over her head. Jessica obediently put her arms through the holes as Lori straightened the pretty garment, as it fell just below the elastic waistband of Jessica’s humiliating diaper.

"Oh, Mommy almost forgot!" Lori singsonged. "Let's fix that hair, babykins, before Mommy takes you bye-byes!" She proceeded to gather Jessica's long brown tresses into two high pigtails tied with ribbons, completing the infuriatingly cute look. "Cutie patootie!" Lori exclaimed in an exaggerated baby voice. "Such an improvement already, babygirl!"

With that, Lori easily hoisted her daughter onto her hip, grabbing the changing mat to throw in the diaper bag before slinging it over her shoulder. Jessica could only look on wide-eyed as her mother carried her towards the full-length mirror by the door, eager to show off her handiwork in transforming her 45-year-old daughter back into a helpless baby.

As Jessica caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror, perched upon her mother's hip, she let out a piercing wail of despair and anger . The woman staring back at her was unrecognizable - her once voluptuous curves replaced by the pudgy form of an oversized infant. Jessica's long, slender frame had shrunk down to a diminutive size, dwarfed by her mother's towering presence. Horrified, the 45-year-old woman took in every humiliating detail, from the childish pigtails and bobbing pacifier to the crinkly diaper and babyish dress that now adorned her body. Overcome with anguish and disbelief, Jessica yanked the pacifier from her mouth and began to scream, her voice shrill with indignation. "Put me down this instant, Mom! I won't let you do this to me - I'm 45 years old for Christ's sake, not 2! I'd rather be in jail than endure this degradation. I'm taking this shit off right now! Where are my real clothes, dammit?" Jessica's words tumbled out in a frantic jumble as she thrashed ineffectually in her mother's unyielding grasp, her weak attempts at striking out swiftly thwarted. Lori's voice cut through the tantrum like a knife, stern and unyielding. "No, bad baby, we do not hit! That's very naughty behavior and I won't tolerate it. From now on, there will be no more big girl words for you or any talk of being a big girl - you are a baby, plain and simple, and I am your Mommy. If you give me any more trouble, I'll march you out to the parking lot, pull down your diaper, and give your little bottom a good, hard spanking until it glows bright red. Do you understand me, young lady?" Punctuating her words with a sharp swat to Jessica's thickly padded rear, Lori forcefully shoved the pacifier back into her daughter's gaping mouth. "Now, suck on your binky like a good girl and don't you dare let me catch you with it out of your mouth again!" Faced with the unyielding dominance of her mother, Jessica had no choice but to submit, reluctantly nursing on the pacifier as she lisped a meek "Yeth, Mommy." Lori, satisfied with her daughter's begrudging compliance, yanked open the door and strode purposefully down the hall with the newly babied Jessica cradled on her hip. As they emerged into the bright sunlight of the parking lot, curious onlookers gawked openly at the bizarre spectacle, their eyes wide with disbelief and amusement. Burning with the deep, unrelenting shame of her new reality, Jessica could only bury her face in her mother's shoulder, her cheeks blazing crimson completely and utterly humiliated.

Before Jessica could even process what was happening, Lori abruptly stopped unlocking the doors of her shiny new blue Honda Pilot, prompting Jessica to curiously lift her head and peer up with wide eyes. "Nu cah mommy?" Jessica lisped softly, her words muffled by the oversized pacifier bobbing between her lips. "Yes baby! Mommy just had to splurge on a more baby-friendly vehicle for her precious little one!" Lori cooed excitedly as she swung open the rear passenger door to reveal an enormous Graco car seat nestled securely in the center. Jessica's jaw dropped in astonishment , her pacifier nearly tumbling out before she quickly caught it and began suckling intently on the large rubber teat once more. "I think a certain little girl is excited to try out her brand new car seat, isn't she?" Lori teased playfully, carefully placing Jessica's diaper bag on the seat beside the car seat before scooping her babified daughter off her hip and gently lowering her into the cushioned confines of the oversized infant seat. With a series of swift, practiced clicks, Lori secured the 5-point harness snugly around Jessica, ensuring her little one was safe and sound before firmly shutting the door. As Lori backed out of the parking spot and shifted into drive, she couldn't resist sneaking a peek in the rearview mirror at her adorable 45-year-old baby girl, looking so sweet and innocent for a change. However, as Lori sailed right past their usual turn, Jessica began to whimper and fuss with concern, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Mommy, we we goings?" she babbled almost incoherently, her words garbled by the pacifier. "Oh, sorry baby, Mommy nearly forgot - we need to make a quick stop at the store to pick up some yummy baby food and formula for you! In all the excitement of getting the house prepped for my little one, it must've slipped Mommy's mind," Lori explained patiently. "And remember, we have your very first checkup with the pediatrician tomorrow, so we'll need to get you all nice and clean with a bath tonight! The doctor says a high-fat baby formula will be just perfect for helping my sweet girl grow big and strong." Jessica simply nodded, wide-eyed and trusting, as Lori smoothly pulled into the local grocery store parking lot, ready to gather all the necessary supplies to keep her precious baby happy and healthy.

With a swift push of a button, the tailgate sprung open, revealing Jessica's shiny new stroller. Lori deftly unfolded it and wheeled it around to the passenger door, causing Jessica to grimace as she was gently placed inside and securely buckled in. Lori draped Jessica's colorful diaper bag over the stroller's handlebars before pushing her reluctant daughter into the store. They made a beeline for the baby aisle, where Lori began selecting an array of pureed baby foods and containers of rich, creamy Similac formula. Jessica cringed at the thought of being fed the mushy baby food. Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out - it was Jane, a woman around Lori's age. "Lori, hi there! Fancy seeing you in the baby section!" Jane chuckled, peering into the stroller at Jessica, who was quietly sucking on her binky, her diaper clearly visible. "Oh my goodness, is that Jessica? She looks so different since I last saw her!" Jane remarked with surprise. Lori smiled and replied, "Hi Jane! Just picking up some daycare essentials? I’m sure you can never have too many!" She then explained, "Unfortunately, Jessica had some trouble with the law and is now in my custody. Long story short, she's back in diapers and living as a baby again." Lori punctuated her explanation by gently pinching Jessica's soft cheek. Jane nodded understandingly. "Well Lori, it's probably for the best. Jessica never quite seemed to get the hang of being an adult anyway. And I must say, she does look absolutely adorable! Listen, if you ever want to enroll her in daycare, we'd be delighted to have her." Jane tickled Jessica's tummy playfully before bidding the mother-daughter pair farewell and heading out of the aisle.

With a determined expression on her face, Lori eagerly pushed her daughter Jessica's stroller towards the checkout lane. She began placing the various baby products on the conveyor belt. Jessica sat sulking in the stroller, still upset over the previous embarrassing encounter, when she suddenly recognized the young woman working the checkout. It was a former classmate from high school, who was now smirking down at Jessica, amused to see the once haughty girl reduced to a babbling infant. "Jessica, is that you?" the checkout girl asked incredulously, looking over the completely babified woman strapped into the stroller. Jessica could only let out a muffled whimper from beneath the oversized pacifier plugging her mouth. "Hi there! I'm Jessica's mommy now. Do you two know each other?" Lori quipped in a chipper tone. "Yes, we went to school together," the girl replied. "Oh how lovely!" Lori exclaimed. "I'm afraid Jessica isn't a big girl anymore though, as you can plainly see!" The checkout girl nodded, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Yes, I noticed that! And to be perfectly honest, I couldn't be more thrilled to see her like this. She was absolutely terrible to me back in school." Lori frowned and shook her head. "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that, honey. But don't you worry, I'm going to re-raise her properly this time, to be a good, well-behaved little girl."
As the two women were talking, a rather foul odor began emanating from Jessica's stroller, causing both Lori and the checkout girl to wrinkle their noses in disgust. "Jessica, did you make a stinky in your diaper?" Lori asked pointedly, after paying for the groceries. Jessica frantically shook her head no as she squirmed uncomfortably in the stroller seat. But Lori knew better. She unbuckled the squirming woman-turned-baby and lifted her up, before pulling back the elastic waistband of her bulging pamper and peeking inside. The strong stench confirmed Lori's suspicions - a large, mushy load now filled the back of Jessica's diaper. "Pee-yew! What a stinky girl you are!" Lori announced in a sing-song voice, causing the checkout girl to bust out laughing at Jessica's humiliation. "Here, let me give you my number," said the girl, scribbling it down. "Call me if you ever need a babysitter. It would be my absolute pleasure! Oh, and the baby changing table is right down there in the ladies room at the end of the store." Lori thanked the girl profusely, before turning the stroller and pushing the sniffling, stinky-diapered Jessica away for a much needed change, the poor woman's embarrassment complete.

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I have no idea how it got this far. Mary was…persuasive. It all started normal enough. A few dates, great chemistry, better connection. She was the first girl I was truly not afraid to bring up my incontinence with.

And I was right. It didn’t even phase her, not even for a second. Looking back, I probably should have noticed her smile. But when you’re so used to negative reactions, anything positive was enough for me.

We were both young professionals. Loving life and having a blast. But sometime between then and now, I went from professional to toddler.

She seemed to know the state of my diaper better than me. It was almost psychic. Whenever she waltzed up to me, smiling sweetly, humming some beautiful tune, and checked my diaper, it was always ready for a change.

I probably should have noticed that she was not only comfortable around diapers, but arguably better than me at putting my own diaper on. But I only noticed how happy she was to do it, how comfortable she made me, and how safe she made me feel.

I didn’t mind when she replaced my regular all white Megamaxes for the colorful, printed diapers. They were comfortable and made her squeal in delight whenever she saw me in them.

I didn’t mind the sweet ways she spoke to me. I didn’t mind when she got me cute pajamas, then colorful onesies, because they were super comfortable. I thought the earlier and earlier bedtime was a positive, since I was doing better at work.

When I was with her I wasn’t “incontinent” because, as she said, “babies aren’t incontinent, honey, they just go in their diaper. It’s as natural as the sun rising.” I wasn’t ashamed of my diapers anymore. A full diaper meant more time with her.

It went on like this for a while. It was never one huge change. But what’s there to care about anymore when I have Mommy—I mean, Mary—to help me.

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Claire strode into the break room like a storm cloud. The walls were dotted in pastel garlands, the snack table overflowing with frosted cookies shaped like eggs, and the scent of sweet vanilla candles hung in the air. Amanda had gone all out decorating for the Easter party, beaming with pride as she adjusted a sparkly bunny centerpiece. Claire scoffed loud enough to silence the room. “God, it looks like a toddler’s birthday exploded in here. What’s next, sippy cups?”

Amanda’s smile faltered. Mark, standing near the coffee pot in his khakis and bunny-ear headband, glanced over with a slow shake of his head. Claire caught the look and rolled her eyes. “Don’t give me that. It’s ridiculous. This whole holiday’s just an excuse for adults to act like babies.” She grabbed a cookie with aggressive fingers, bit into it, and muttered through a mouthful of frosting, “Tastes like glitter and regret.” Her coworkers exchanged glances, most just politely smiling, but Mark lingered—his gaze cool, unreadable. Claire noticed and bristled. “What? You gonna cry too if I don’t wear bunny ears?”

The next morning, Claire stirred slowly, wrapped in a strange warmth and softness. She stretched, expecting sheets—but her hand hit plush fleece. Something was… off. Her body felt weirdly heavy, her limbs a little clumsy, her head cloudy like she'd woken from a deep dream. She blinked up at a softly lit room painted in pale yellows and pinks. Stuffed animals lined the shelves, and above her—fluttery paper bunnies danced from the ceiling fan.

She sat up with a start. Or tried to. The thick crinkle beneath her made her freeze. She looked down. Her legs were spread wide by a snow-white nappy, cartoon bunnies dotting the front. A pink onesie stretched over her chest, snug around her hips, fastened tightly between her thighs. “Wh…what?” she slurred, tongue thick, voice softer than she remembered. She tried to swing her legs over the edge of the changing table she was lying on, but her balance felt... babyish. She whined softly and sucked in a breath—her thumb found her mouth before she realized what she was doing. “No-no... m'not…” she babbled, as her thoughts dripped through her fingers like syrup.

Mark adjusted the camera, focusing in on the squishy little scene before him. Claire sat on the padded mat, knees spread wide, bunny ears lopsided on her head. Her expression was one of dreamy, babbling delight, arms wrapped tight around a pink plush rabbit twice her size. She rocked slightly, cooing nonsense to it, the faintest lisp curling the corners of her words. “Buhh-bunneh's so fwuffy… wuv my bunny…”

Mark grinned. He zoomed in. The snap of the shutter didn’t faze her—her foggy mind too far gone to care. She hugged her bunny tighter, letting out a soft giggle as her eyes fluttered. Then came the moment he’d been waiting for. She paused, tensed slightly, and let out a quiet gasp. A low hiss filled the room, and her nappy began to puff, yellow spreading beneath the bunnies. Her cheeks went pink, mouth open in innocent shock, but she didn’t cry or hide. She just snuggled her bunny and sighed. Click. Mark took the shot, perfectly framed. “Amanda’s going to love this,” he said softly, already picturing her reaction. “Happy Easter, baby Claire.”

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Voting Like a Good Boy

Toni’s tummy fluttered as he stepped into the voting booth, his hand trembling slightly as Mommy guided him. Her presence was calming, but his nerves were still on edge. His thick diaper crinkled softly beneath his pants with every movement, a constant reminder of who was really in charge. Mommy stood behind him, watching carefully as he looked at the ballot in front of him. “Go ahead, baby,” she whispered softly, her voice sweet but firm. “Vote for the matriarchy, just like we talked about.” His heart pounded as he hesitated for a moment, his fingers shaking as he made the mark under Mommy’s watchful gaze. She smiled approvingly, reaching down to give his padded bottom a gentle pat. With the ballot cast, Mommy leaned in, brushing his cheek with a kiss. “Such a good boy,” she cooed, her hand lingering on his lower back as they stepped out of the booth. But just as they exited the privacy of the voting station, Toni felt Mommy’s hand tugging at the waistband of his pants.

“Mommy…” he began, his face flushing a deep red as she pulled his pants down without a second thought. The cool air rushed over his legs, exposing his diaper in full view of everyone around them. His pants dropped to the floor, leaving his thick, crinkly Pampers completely on display. He instinctively reached down to pull his pants back up, but Mommy stopped him with a gentle touch, shaking her head. “Oh, no, sweetie,” she said with a teasing smirk. “You won’t need these anymore.” Toni’s eyes widened as Mommy scooped up his pants and tucked them away into her bag, leaving him standing there in just his diaper and shirt, which barely covered the waistband. His face burned with embarrassment as people around them glanced his way, some giggling quietly while others smirked knowingly. He tried to tug his shirt down, but it did little to hide the colorful, cartoon-decorated diaper beneath it.

Bending down, she peeled the backing off the "I Voted" sticker and, with a playful smirk, pressed it right onto the front of his thick, crinkly diaper. "There we go," she said, standing back to admire her work. "Everyone should know what a good little boy you are.“ Toni’s face turned bright red as they began to leave the polling station. His diaper was completely exposed, the "I Voted" sticker plastered on the front, as if to announce to the world that not only had he voted, but he’d done so in full baby attire. His tummy fluttered even more as women passing by smiled knowingly, their eyes lingering just a little too long on the sticker and the thick padding below it. "Such a good boy," one of the women remarked with a grin, giving Mommy a nod of approval.

Toni swallowed hard, unsure if he should feel embarrassed or proud. Mommy seemed thrilled, walking beside him with her arm protectively wrapped around his shoulders, occasionally giving his padded bottom a pat. But it wasn’t all smiles. Some men glared at him as he passed, their eyes full of disdain.

“Traitor,” one man muttered under his breath, shaking his head as he walked by. Toni’s heart sank, but before he could say anything, Mommy stopped and turned toward him. “Don’t pay them any mind, sweetheart,” she said, her voice firm but kind. "When the results are in, those men will be back in diapers just like you. They’ll see soon enough that Mommy knows best."

He nodded, trying to ignore the burning heat in his cheeks. Mommy’s confidence washed over him, making him feel just a little bit braver. As they walked home, his waddle exaggerated by the thick diaper between his legs, Toni realized that no matter what anyone thought, Mommy was proud of him. And in the end, that was all that mattered.

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"It's time to check that diapee-butt sweetie, have you made a yummy warm squishies for Mummy???..."

I whisper into his ear as I stand behind him. He's been sat there for hours...

I turn his computer chair around and pull him towards me, taking his little hands in mine, he looks up at me with those big pretty eyes...

His cheeks flush with a rosy glow as he looks away and I enjoy watching him squirm.

"but Mummmmmmy..."

He protests.

"I'm busy working!....I am a big boy!!!"

He genstures towards his computer screen and whines under his breath. I notice his voice start to break. I giggle. I love him all whimpery.

"Now sweetie, I know you're playing grown-ups, but you need a check...You've been so engrossed in that screen, I bet you haven't even noticed you needed a pee pee..."

He visibly squirms and his bottom lip starts to show...

"But I AM a big boy!!"

He huffs- frustrated- he stamps his feet.

I can't help but giggle again, but try to hide it when I notice a little frown appear on his face. It melts me.

He's so cute when he resists...

"No sweetpea, you're not a big boy, you're a baby... And you're my baby and you're wearing a diapee..." I say softly.

"Big boys don't need diapees now do they? Big boys don't need diapees because they know how to use the big boy potty..."

I gently slide a finger into the waistband of his jeans, exposing the top of his cute diapee, the soft crinkles accompanied by his pathetic little moans are the most beautiful sound...

💗💗💗💗💗

[lostmycontrol]

When your stepmommy smells that you’ve filled your bedwetting diapers with poopoo and knows that means you need milky time

[lostmycontrol]

Tommy’s 2nd babyhood

Rachel found herself in a state of utter despair and confusion as the man she once knew and loved had seemingly vanished, replaced by a childlike imitation that bore little resemblance to her husband Tom. The transformation had been gradual yet unmistakable, starting when Tom lost his job and spiraled into a deep depression, spending his days sulking at home, immersed in infantile television programs, creating messes, and throwing temper tantrums that shook the very foundations of their marriage. Despite Rachel's valiant efforts to communicate with her husband and understand the root of his regression, Tom continued to slip further away, his accidents becoming more frequent and his behavior more erratic. With a heavy heart, Rachel found herself replacing her husband's underwear with pull-ups, a decision met with indifference by Tom who seemed content to regress further into a state of helpless infancy with each passing day. Desperate for guidance and support, Rachel turned to her mother Janet, hoping for a glimmer of wisdom that could illuminate a path forward. Janet's words were blunt and uncompromising, cutting through the fog of uncertainty with a clarity that left Rachel reeling. "Honey, your husband is gone," Janet declared, her voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and resolve. "You have two choices: give him what he needs or divorce him. If you still love him, you know what to do, but your husband and wife relationship is over. He is not going to get better; he will be your baby and everything that entails." The weight of her mother's words settled heavily upon Rachel's shoulders as she grappled with the gravity of her situation. Yet, even in the midst of her turmoil, a flicker of determination sparked within her, and with Janet's unwavering support, Rachel set about making the necessary preparations for her husband's new reality, knowing that their lives would never be the same.

A few days later, Tommy happily played on the living room floor, pacified and dressed in the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles pajamas his mother-in-law Janet had bought him. He sat on his Paw Patrol play mat, heavily diapered after yet another change from Janet. "Oh Mom, he looks absolutely adorable in those jammies! Thank you so much," Rachel, Tommy's former wife now his his “mommy”, gushed to her mother as she watched Tommy start nursing his bottle of formula, his eyes glued to his favorite show Bluey playing on the TV. Janet chuckled, "You're very welcome, honey! That pamper of his sure fills out those pajamas, doesn't it?" Rachel grabbed her car keys, eager for a date night out and some much-needed adult conversation. She bent down gracefully and pecked her former husband on the forehead, reminding him to be a good boy for his nana. Tommy simply smiled around the nipple of his bottle as he suckled the nourishing white liquid, his attention quickly returning to the colorful characters on the screen. With Rachel gone for the evening, Janet was left to babysit her son-in-law, under strict orders to have him tucked into his crib before 6pm, leaving precious little time. As Tommy giggled, his bottle nearly empty, he began to grunt, his face flushing a deep crimson as a foul stench wafted up from beneath his jammies - a scent Janet knew all too well. "Pee-yew, what a stinky boy Tommy is! Did baby make a poopy in his didees for Nana?" Janet singsonged. She bent down, tugging Tommy's pajama bottoms down to his ankles. Lifting his legs, she sniffed his bottom before flipping him over and peeking inside the elastic waistband of his diaper to confirm her suspicions. "Okay stinky pants, let's go get that tushie changed and then it's night-night time for the baby!" Janet cooed. She hoisted her son-in-law onto her hip, carrying him towards the nursery as the former grown man wailed inconsolably. Janet popped his favorite pacifier into his mouth and patted his crinkly padded bottom, shushing and soothing the overgrown baby in her arms.

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You pouted fiercely as you sat, restrained, in your highchair. Your dinner of pureed carrots, turkey, and prunes sat untouched in front of you.

At the same time, Papa sat at the dinner table, surrounded by his best friends, enjoying pizza and a beer as they heckled and teased you ruthlessly for being such a big, pathetic baby.

It was all unfair! You couldn't help it! Ever since you started wetting the bed and agreed to Papa's special 'training regimen' to 'fix' your potty training, you've found more and more of your adult privileges stripped away from you.

You couldn't help that you were a bedwetter.

You couldn't help that you had started wetting your pull-ups during the day after that.

You couldn't help that Papa forced you to become his adult-sized baby doll or move out, until you could prove to him you were potty trained like an adult!

It was all too much! You gave in to your emotions, slamming your fists on the highchair tray and throwing your babyfood across the room. The mess was atrocious.

You immediately regretted your decision as soon as you heard Papa click his tongue in disapproval.

"I'm sorry, everyone, it looks like we have a little grump-a-potamus here tonight," Papa said, a dangerous tone in his voice.

"It's okay though, sweetie," he said as he walked close to you, gently stroking your cheek, "Nothing an enema and a little tummy time in the living room while Papa and his friends are watching football won't fix."

You went silent, except for the hiss of your piss hitting the padding of the diaper as you wet yourself out of fear.

Life definitely wasn't fair, but Papa always found ways to remind you that things could always get worse.

[lostmycontrol]

Audio: The New Bedtime Routine

[lostmycontrol]

Striking a deal

My daddy and I were calling tonight, and after he cruelly forced me wet my bed (I was commando and he was teaching me that that's too risky now that my control's on the rocks... he can call me any time and moan a bit and I'll be sitting in a puddle)...

After that, he said, "Hey baby, I have a deal to offer you. Do you want to hear it?"

I sat up, excited and a little hesitant, shifting away from the wet spot on the bed. "Uh... yeah, Daddy!"

"Right now, you're going to put on your nighttime diaper a little early, and then we're both going to cum. After that, I'm not going to cum until I come to see you next week."

I did some embarrassing mental math that culminated with me counting on my fingers. "It's Saturday... Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. You're not gonna cum for five days?!!"

"Yeah, honeybun. I'll be so desperate to rip your tapes off and shove my cock into you when we're finally together."

At that, I lost control again and dribbled more on my poor sheets. "Oh my god, Daddy. You HAVE to stop doing that."

He laughed at me. "That's not all though, baby. In exchange, I expect you to follow a new instruction from me. For the next five days, while Daddy's getting all pent up and desperate for you, you're going to get desperate in a different way. I expect you to wear diapers until you pick me up at the airport."

Whoa. I pulled my knees in to my chest and ducked my head to hide my face, which was immediately hot and blushy. I rocked back and forth excitedly, thinking about what that meant.

Diapers until Thursday. No pull-ups. No commando. Every class, every friend meet-up, every breakfast in the kitchen with my roomates for the next five days, I'll be in diapers.

"And baby," my daddy went on, somehow not realizing I was a blushy puddle of excitement, "The whole time you're in diapers, you're not allowed to hold it at all. Daddy will give you some extra special attention to make sure you're dribbling constantly until he sees you. I want your bladder in the worst condition it's ever been when I arrive."

Fuck. Let me think about it... "DEAL!!"

We air-shook on it over FaceTime, which as you know is binding, so. It's going to be a hell of a week. I hope you're all looking forward to it. I sure am.

I'm going to make him wish he hadn't promised not to cum😈 I'll make him so hard he leaks precum through his underwear.

And I'm going to be so dribbly, the idea of not wearing protection will be a terrifying thought by the end of the week. I can't wait.

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"Good... Girls... Make... Stinky... Diapers!"

You grunt out as you squat and clench your fists in concentration, bearing down with all your might.

That phrase has become your mantra the last few weeks.

The more time you spent with Papa, the more determined you were to become his perfect little padded pet. And you were so close to your goal!

You were constantly waddling around in a soggy diaper, letting yourself dribble away into your thirst padding.

Papa never caught you without a thumb or paci in your mouth, something that caused you to have the most adorable lisp.

You were obsessed with your little stuffed bear and blankie, carrying them everywhere for comfort. You even started throwing the cutest, most childish tantrums it you couldn't find them.

But, loading your pampers with brown stinky mush had become your Everest. No matter how hard you tried, a mental block kept you from taking that one last embarrassing leap towards babyhood.

But, today, today was different!

"Good... Girls... Make... Stinky... Diapers!"

You say again between grunts, a trumpeting fart punctuating your mantra.

A broad, silly smile crosses your face as you suddenly feel the movement and relief you'd been waiting for. With a sickening squelch, you feel your diaper grow heavy as a large load of mush finally works it's way out of your backside and into your pants.

You cry out in victory as you straighten and throw your arms in the arm. You immediately waddle to Papa's office to show off your achievement, your mess swinging between your legs like a sack of mashed potatoes.

"Papa, good girls make stinkies!" You announce at the door, spinning around and shaking your brown-stained posterior.

Papa stands up, smiles, and walks towards you.

He takes your cheek in one hand, tilting your head up for a kiss, and your diapered butt in the other, pressing your mess into your firmly.

"Yes, they do, my good little girl," Papa says as his lips separate from yours, "And good girls also get buzzies! Now, sit here. Papa will be right back with Mrs. Wand so we can really celebrate."

You immediately plop your butt onto the ground, reveling in your mess. You bounce in your seat as you wait, squishing your mess around.

It's ok. You can't help it!

You're just so excited to finally be Papa's good girl!

[lostmycontrol]

What is your daddy’s new rule about…the other thing?

There isn’t 1 specific rule or set of rules per se, cause my daddy @jay-saun has just been focused on easing me in to…things and making sure I’m having a positive experience with it as we go. Tbh, I think he wants to get me used to having those kind of accidents, cause then maybe I’ll become gradually more prone to having those kind of accidents for real (that’s how things have worked for my #1 accidents and bedwetting, anyway…you’d be surprised how effective just “going through the motions” can be for breaking down long standing mental barriers 😅). So far, I’ve found the whole experiment to be very interesting-and it’s also been a fun bonding experience for me and daddy, since this is sort of a “new frontier” for both of us…and we’ve both been caught off guard several times by the places our minds have gone and how turned on we’ve gotten over it 😮‍💨🤫🙈

Howeveeerr, since I’ve gotten quite a few asks about daddy’s rules, I thought maybe I could share what today’s rules were: Try having…the other kind of accident in a goodnite and form fitting jeans. He said he wanted me to feel the resistance of my jeans pushing against me while I had an accident. Being the good girl that I am, I changed out of my wet bedtime dip, put on a goodnite and some skinny jeans, and went to my littlespace room to attempt re-organizing my toy shelf (I’ve found it really helpful to keep my mind busy while I…let…things, ummm…take their natural course? 😅). I’d only just begun picking up my pastel stacking blocks when things started getting super blushy 🙈

The whole experience made me start daydreaming about a totally unrealistic scenario-my daddy gets a call from the daycare staff asking him to come pick me up because l'd had another one of...“those kind of accidents", and was hiding and refusing to let any of the staff help get me cleaned up. Daddy would have to leave work to pick me up, which he would understandably not be happy about. I, on the other hand, would be so happy to see daddy when he arrived to rescue me that I’d forget all about my embarrassing predicament for a moment…at least until it was time to get in daddy’s truck, because then I’d be forced to get in my car seat and feel the full scope of the humiliating mess I’d made in my pants as daddy made sure I was seated and buckled up properly. I’d fight back tears as I struggled to come to terms with what I’d done, and daddy would give me a firm lecture about how I really had to start going potty like a big girl at daycare because he can't keep leaving work every few hours just to come change my diaper, as if I were an infant. Once we got home, daddy would drag me by the wrist to the bathroom, order me to pull my jeans down so he could see how big of an accident I'd had, and then act completely shocked and disappointed at the shamefully smelly state of my full pull-up.

I’d blush intensely as tears gathered in my eyes, and I’d frantically apologize to daddy for being such a dumb, messy little baby. Daddy wouldn’t stand for my whining long before grabbing my hand and pulling it up to my lips, forcing me to pop my thumb in my mouth to effectively shut me up while giving me a look that would make my knees buckle a little.

I’d shudder and watch daddy undo his belt, swiftly pulling it out from his belt loops before sitting down on the edge of the bathtub, motioning me to come over. I’d gasp as I realized the front of my goodnite was suddenly getting warm and wet, and daddy would grab my wrist and pull me down over his lap. He’d proceed to spank me with his belt until I began sobbing and begging him to stop. After a few more sharp swats, he’d drop his belt and gently rub my back, eventually letting his hands drift across my warm, red bum. I’d flinch a little and whine pitifully as he’d continue to rub his hands over my bare, stinging skin. “It’s okay, princess. Let’s get you all cleaned up now”, he’d whisper soothingly, before lifting me out of his lap. He’d start running the bath water, then he’d lay me down in front of him on the bath mat. He’d rip both sides of my pull-up, slowly lower the front of it down, and make a face only a true daddy could make-one that attempted to, yet didn’t fully succeed at hiding his visceral reaction to the mess lying there before him. The mess that I’d made…in my own pants…like a dumb, helpless toddler.

I’d continue to cry as I covered my blushy face with my hands, and daddy would tell me things like, “it’s all gonna be ok” and, “these things just happen to baby girls like you” while he used the front of my goodnite as a preliminary wipe. He’d then grab my arms and pull me up into a squatting position over my goodnite, and tell me to hold still as he finished wiping me down with an embarrassing number of baby wipes. Afterwards, he’d stand me up and help me in to the tub. After giving me a calm, relaxing bubble bath, daddy would dry me off in a big, fluffy towel and cover me in sweet smelling lotion. He’d lay me down on the bed and give me one of my favorite stuffies to snuggle while he retrieved a change of clothes for me. I’d whine at the sight of the bulky diaper he’d bring back, but I���d know better than to protest after having such a major accident.

Daddy would praise me for lying still like a good girl for him as he sprinkled baby powder on me and taped my diaper up, then he’d pull one of my comfiest t-shirts over my head and kiss my cheek. “Ready for daddy to make us some lunch, princess?”, he’d ask, holding out his open hand to help me up off the bed. “B-but, daddy…”, I’d say hesitantly, looking down at my exposed diaper as I tugged my shirt down to try and cover it. “Silly girl, you don’t need pants! Pants are for big girls who can be trusted to use the potty. Besides, we’re not going back out because daddy’s going to work from home for the rest of the day…that way I can keep an extra good eye on you, since you’ve been having so many accidents lately.” he’d explain, pulling me up from my spot on the bed and leading me to the kitchen.