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Well Mr Simmons we need to get that sample off you.

At the risk of over stimulation I have chosen to exploit your rubber fetish as well as your nappy fetish

Yes you are indeed wearing a thick white nappy. I know it’s your favourite

You will be restrained during the procedure

First you need to be very thickly lubricated

I will top up the milking device so it’s nice and slick and slippy slidey for you

I have this roll of tissue paper to clean up the mess after I have milked the cum out of you and emptied your balls completely

Would you prefer that you are made to cum inside your nappy?

That’s fine I can arrange that. After all it will be me that decides when I push you over the edge m. You have no say over it. No control.

Here you can inhale this nice rubber cloth while I milk you. You will soon be cumming like you have never cum before

Image credit Private Patient

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Reblog if you’re polyamorous, support polyamorous people, or think polyamorous people and relationships are valid

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Leftover after wet pants today

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What diapers I use on Roo (From her Daddy)

A quick little post, as we've been getting some more questions about what diapers we use to keep my little girl safe and dry every day.

We've decided to keep her in medical/white/non-printed diapers, for the most part. I think Roo is embarrassed by the idea of her friends finding out she's still in diapers, but would be VERY embarrassed if they saw a printed/ABDL one poking out! Telling her friend she's having bladder issues is one thing, but explaining to them why there are cartoon lions on her diapers... that's a whole other thing!

Plus, she and I tend to like medical/white diapers more. Feels more real, and (in a way) more genuinely babyish.

Here's what we're looking at!

Daytime: BetterDry Briefs

Amazing absorbency! If you've got a little girl who's pretty much going in her pants all the time– but you still want to be a little economical– this is the diaper for you. I think it's pretty much the perfect, "daily driver" diaper. Very absorbent– and my, does it swell up when she's soaked!– but still discreet enough that she's not flashing anyone with her waistband or bulge.

I just switched her over to these diapers in the daytime, instead of the BetterDry Day. The look on her face when she realized she was being put into thicker diapers for daytime was... priceless. But now she's getting used to them! I think she likes them much better. Fewer leaks and more absorbency means longer trips out of the house, hanging with friends, and running errands without having a care in the world, or thinking about a change.

Daytime (alternative): Tena Slip Maxi (European)

Yes, it's true: I'm kinda old-school. I've always loved these diapers– how they look, the really soft plastic-y feel that glides over your skin. Big fan. I pounced at an opportunity to get a case of these for my little girl a few months ago, and once we put her in them... let's just say, she's a happy camper! She loves how smooth they feel on her skin, how they seem to fit really well with her body, and how she can really wet them up to capacity without worrying about leaks. That's not their reputation among some, I know...! But bodies are all different, and Roo's body seems to be perfectly fitted for these ones to work.

Most days, when she's by herself or about to do something social, I let her decide between her main daytime ones (the BetterDry diapers) and her "little diapers" (the Tenas), depending on how long she's gonna be out, how revealing her outfit is, etc. She usually makes great decisions, but sometimes she needs a little nudging from her Daddy about what the right decision is. "You're gonna be out for a long time, honey, and you're not gonna want to do a diaper change in the bathroom around your friends..."

Bedtime: InControl BeDry Night

Are these overkill for a (recent) full-time, little girl bedwetter? Absolutely! Do I need to be putting her in such thick diapers for nighttime? No! But is it fun to swaddle her up in a diaper so thick she can't close her legs, give her her nightly bottle, kiss her goodnight, and know that absolutely everything is going right in that diaper? You betcha.

I got these for her because, with her last night-time diapers, we were having some issues. I was getting the sense that her body was subconsciously not going all the way at night, or holding back, because her diapers weren't thick enough. (I think that's really a thing!) In looking for a diaper that would be thick enough that she would *never* have to worry about leaking, I came across... these. Arguably some of the most babyishly big and absorbent diapers on the planet right now. Priceless expression on her face when she first tried them out. But I have to say: I think she's grown to really like them a lot! She calms down a lot when she's put in them at night, and I think they put her in a docile and secure headspace. Not having to worry about leaks is one of the most important parts of nighttime, and this baby deserves a good night sleep! Plus, she'll usually keep it on every morning before having to go to school or head out with her friends, and having her waddle around in her thick nighttime diaper every morning, wetting herself every time she bends over... is pretty great.

Bonus round: Goodnites for gym, and other special occasions

Baby needs protection for working out, too, huh? We keep a case of pull-ups on hand for times when a diaper would be truly impractical, such as climbing a techy V4 with a V5-style mantle. Or times when she's gonna be put in diapers pretty soon (we're going out) but needs a bit of protection just in case beforehand.

That's real 24/7, folks! We needn't be sticklers about it. Pull-ups are still a very useful asset to have, for a Daddy who's putting his little girl in diapers full-time. But really, she's in diapers. I would know, I change her.

If you have any recommendations for other diapers to try, we're all ears! We're at a really good place with her diapering at this point, but I'm curious if you guys can think of other things worth trying. Or if you want to hear her reaction to being put in thicker diapers full-time last week, I'm sure I can write something up ;)

– Roo's Daddy

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Crinkly Stories and Where to Find Them

***Disclaimer*** The people depicted in the images, captions, and stories in the following post are consenting adults over the age of 18. If you are not 18 or older CLICK AWAY NOW. 

Author’s Note: I figured it was about time I put up an index for my stories before I have too many. I haven’t included links for my untitled captions yet or marked the shorter captions vs the longer stories, but stay tuned for those. Posts that are marked SFW are the only ones that are well… SFW, Lol. Everything else is dirty kinky stuff. Anyway, thank you all for reading my stories. I hope this index makes your road through the kink just a bit smoother. 

Pretty Kitty: Ddlg, Regression, Pet Play

Momma: MDLB, Regression, Hypnosis, Messing

An Unexpected Present Pt.1: Humiliation, DDLG, Forced Regression

Naughty: Bondage, Toys, DDLG

Measured and Wanting: Sissy, Femdom, Gay

Drip: Sissy, Humiliation, Cuckolding

The Sissy Baby Alphabet: Sissy, Humiliation, MDLB

A Little Mystery: Ddlg, SFW, Regression

Tricked and Treated: Gay, Public Humiliation, Messing, DDLB

A Brat’s Story: Anal, Regression, DDLG

Bubbly Dreams: Chastity, Messing, MDLB

Changes: DDLG, Horror, Werewolf

Brunch Brat: Lesbian, Public Humiliation, Toys

Not Quite That Big: Brat, Regression, DDLG

The Patient: Lesbian, MDLG, Forced Regression

Witch Way to Run?: Gender Bender, MDLG, Forced Regression

Just a Little Love story: DDLG, Vanilla, Regression

Security Check (and a Scare!) Pt.02: MDLB, Public Humiliation, FLR

Security Check (and Change): MDLB, Public Humiliation, Chastity

Acceptance: SFW, MDLB

25 Going on 2: DDLG, Bondage, Toys, Messing

Office Mommy: Sissy, Cuckold, Humiliation

Wishful Thinking: Sissy, Bimbofication, Bi

Daddy’s “Very” Big Girl: DDLG, Messing, Toys, Regression

Magic: DDLG, Vanilla

The Quean: MDLG, Cuckquean, Toys

Are You Ready to Grow Up?: Mommy, Humiliation, Forced Regression

Violet: MDLG, DDLG, Bi

Cherry: Sissy, MDLB

Horsey Ride: DDLG, Bondage, Denial 

Andy’s Night In: MDLB, Cuckold, Chastity 

Shrinking Expectations Pt.02: Sissy, Cuckold, Chastity

Shrinking Expectations Pt.01 Sissy, Cuckold, Chastity

New Year Pt.02: Sissy, Humiliation, MDLB

New Year Pt.01 Sissy, Public Humiliation, MDLB

Date Night: Sissy, Cuckold, MDLB

Birthday Movie: Sissy, Chastity, Cuckold, MDLB

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If you have ideas for stories go ahead and send them my way if you like.

Rules:

1. No bestiality. (humanoid monster stuff is fine as long as they’re sentient)

2. No minors / characters under 18. At all.

3. No rape. (Reluctance is ok as long as its handled safely)

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You Might Need a Daddy or Mommy to Take Care of You if...

1.) You leave clothes, stuffies, and toys all over the floor. So you need to be disciplined to keep them picked up.

2.) You need to be reminded of things because you commonly forget things you need to do. Like refilling a prescription, or paying a bill, or picking up something from the grocery store on the way home.

3.) You hate getting up to walk to the potty. So you need somone that will let you wear diapers and change your diapers, or someone who can carry you to potty, pull down your pants and back up .

4.) You are too scared to go to the doctor even when you are sick. So you need to have someone schedule the appointment for you, take you to the appointment, and comfort you the entire appointment.

5.) You cry easily over little things, especially when you are sleepy, hungry, or had a bad day. So you need someone to cry on and hold you.

6.) You are too shy to call customer service when you buy something that doesn’t work. So you need someone to call for you.

7.) You commonly forget your purse, or wallet, or debit card, or license at home. So you need someone to remind you when you leave the house.

8.) You do not like to drive cause you think its scary, so you need someone to drive you places.

9.) You hate dressing yourself for the day and for bed time. So you need someone to help pick out your outfit and dress you every morning and every night.

10.) You get fussy and cranky when you do not have a nap. So you need someone to put you down for a nap.

11.) You are too shy to order food for yourself. So you need someone to order it for you.

12.) You are not good at remembering to drink enough fluids. So you need someone to make you drinks and bring them to you.

13.) You are messy when you eat and drink. So you need someone to put your drinks in sippy cups, put a bib on you, and wipe your messy face and hands when you are done eating.

14.) You are a picky eater. So you need someone who knows exactly the things you like and don’t like.

15.) When you are sick you act like even more of a baby than usual. So you and extra care and extra cuddles when sick.

16.) You are just super needy in general wanting constant attention and constant cuddles. So you need someone who will spend lots of time with you, and give you cuddles every day.

17.) You like to play little kids games like building a fort, playing tag, playing hide and seek, playing kids board games, and play with dolls/stuffies. So you need someone who will play little kids stuff with you.

18.) You are scared of the dark. So you need to have your hand held or be carried when walking some where dark.

19.) You forget to look both ways crossing the street a lot. So you need someone to hold your hand to keep you from walking in front of cars and look both ways for you.

20.) You are scared of thunderstorms. So you need someone to hold you and cuddle you until the storm is over.

21.) You love stuffies and toys so much you would buy the whole toy department if you had enough money. So you need someone to tell you no you have enough toys or limit you to 1 toy.

22.) You do not like bedtime. So you need to someone to enforce it and help you get ready for bed.

23.) You can not reach things high up. So you need someone tall to grab them for you.

24.) You are a sleepy and grumpies in the morning. So you need someone to make sure you wake up in time for work or class, and give you good morning kisses to put you in a good mood to start your day.

25.) You don’t pay attention to weather forecasts so you commonly wear shorts, skirts, and short sleeves when its cold out. So you need someone to approve your outfit is appropriate for the weather that day.

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Starting off with a NorthShore pull-up, tbd on if there’s gonna need to be a changing 😳

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Embarrassed but also…enjoying it? 5/8-5/9

So this is a day late but it’s for yesterday into this morning.

I worked late and I put on a diaper after I got home and washed all the yuckiness of work off me. I wore one of my new Sunkiss diapers, ooooh so comfy.

I powdered myself, felt all little and prissy and diapered up. Simple night and mommy spent the night with her friend and I slept diapered. I wet a few times before bed and didn’t think anything of it.

The Sunkiss was comfy even when I wet it that I didn’t mind sleeping at all. I woke up and had a stiffy and I ground a little as I woke up. Ugh it felt so wrong but so good.

I was really horny and it wouldn’t go away, I got my stuffy and started to make humpies. I tried and tried but I knew I had to get up for work and didn’t have enough time. Maybe if I had my magic buzz buzz wand, but I think mommy had it downstairs. Alas, I stripped my half full diaper and got ready for work.

As I left, it lingered. I was horny and was so desperate I didn’t wanna just jack off and cum. I was in that mode of wanting to make cummies in my wet diaper. 😳

The thought of that made me both little, embarrassed, and slightly happy? Weird to explain. Mommy saw me before I left and she laughed and said she could hear my crinkled butt walking down to the potty this morning 🤦🏻‍♂️

Happy Friday and glad for the weekend and the Ren Fair

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5 Rules for Treating ABDL Women/Girls

So, a few years back I decided to make this list because I saw a lot of AB/DL guys acting like dicks on DA, so I decided to repost it here since I’ve been seeing this kinda thing popping up in my dash alot lately. 1. DON’T do the “Question Dump”: this should be self explanatory. If you have never talked to this person before, don’t go to her page and ask her 20 thousand questions all at once.  Actually get to know her long enough to get in conversations where you can ASK these questions on there own, not just dumping them on her page hoping she’ll respond with something you can use for your spank bank tonight. Which brings me to… 2. DON’T ask her personal questions: These include what her bodily functions are, what does she do in her diaper (for example, if she wets, messes, or both), her sexual preferences, if she’s dating anyone, where she lives, etc. Do you have any idea how creepy and weird and socially inept you look asking these things? Guess not, cause I keep seeing it happen. There is a time and place for these questions, and if it comes, ask. For example, if she ever DOES address using the bathroom in diapers, theres a  forum for questioning of it. If she mentions it publicly, she will most likely be OK with answering a few questions (A FEW.) 3. DON’T ask her for pictures of herself/more pictures of herself: If she doesn’t post pictures of herself, don’t ask her to. At all. People enjoy there privacy, especially over the internet where they have no idea who they could be talking to. If she does post pictures, don’t ask her to put up more if she hasn’t done so in a long time. You have no right to tell her when she should post thing that, if found by her friends or family, could make her a social outcast. She is putting herself on the line to putting these pictures in the public view, the last thing she needs is some creeper asking her for more. 4. DON’T feel entitled about anything: this ties into the previous rule, but no matter what it is, drawings, chatting, or anything, DON’T act like she owes you anything. Socializing on the internet should be, like all socializing, a pass time. Something to do when there is nothing to be done. If she isn’t talking to you or she hasn’t posted a drawing in a while, that probably means she doesn’t have time to do so. 5. DON’T objectify her: Really people, she is a human being, not a sex doll. she doesn’t need to put up with you living perverted messages on her wall about all the things you would do to her if you were her “daddy”. What else can I say, it’s just rude, and if you have done this, you should know better if you have the base level of intelligence to know how to work a keyboard and make a profile on a website, because that indicates that you have some common sense. That’s all I gotta say on the subject.

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Pullups are such a wonderful in-between state of potty training. Because it's like, clearly you need some form of protection. You just can't control yourself and still have little "accidents," so you can't be trusted in big girl panties. But there's still some hope of you learning and figuring it out, so we haven't fully stepped you back down into diapers yet, even if it's constantly a question of whether you're even ready to try potty training at all.

So we keep you in pullups, "just in case," even though we know you're going to wind up using them more often than not. And they can hold one or maybe two wettings of course, but beyond that? If you go potty in them you might as well be peeing your pants. It's the best of both worlds. I get to see the embarrassment in your eyes of knowing you need protection because you just can't hold it, and also watch as the pee spreads throughout your pants, turning the fabric on your inner legs dark. Which of course just means I get to tease you for making such a mess all over yourself and tell you how this means maybe you aren't ready for pullups after all.

And messing in pullups is something else entirely. If you're a baby still in diapers, it's almost expected that you aren't potty trained whatsoever. So if you have a messy accident, it's not like anyone expected anything more from you. You're just a baby, after all. But if you're in pullups? Well clearly you must be beyond that level of potty training. You're a big enough kiddo that you can be trusted to at least make it to the potty for that, can't you? And when you prove to us that you can't, when you squat down and fill your pullups like the little toddler you are, that just makes it all the better, all the blushier. _

This post is fantasy for consenting adults.

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Guess what I’m making Lily for Christmas ^w^

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This is so adorable

Caught

(this is an ABDL story that involves the themes of: messing, being caught [obviously], BDSM, DDlg, CGl if none of this interests you, please feel free to skip this one!) Pictures used with permission - thank you to @riniclover for the wonderful photography!! She's a good friend, totally worth the follow, and incredibly generous for letting me use her wonderful work - please give my friend some attention!!!!!!

She had so little time to herself. Emma's life was... busy. Between her very demanding job, engaging extra circulars, her loving partner, and keeping an even slightly well taken-care of home... it was a lot.

But this weekend? This weekend was different.

Her amazing, handsome, perfect, and totally vanilla boyfriend, Mikey, was out of town finally for a single night. Emma had been planning for weeks to make the most of this, and as Mike closed the door behind him and she heard the car start outside, she lept into action.

She'd planned for weeks. She'd ordered - all in secret - the supplies she'd need for her little at-home-getaway. When some people's significant others leave town they drink. Others eat ungodly amounts of junk food. Others still invite friends over and have a sleepover. Emma? Well, Emma was a little bit different...

From the back of the guest closet, she retrieved her supplies. First, her sippy cup and pacifier. Then, her new pink bunny onesie. Next came fuzzy socks, then new bows, and then the main event: a pack of new diapers, suppositories, and a locking diaper cover.

Emma had been into ABDL since... well since she could remember, honestly. She'd toyed around with it a bit as a young adult - mostly with hastily acquired Goodnites, but it wasn't until she'd been with Mikey that she really fell down the rabbit hole. Nights were spent awake reading works of ABDL fiction, or on message boards and forums about diapers and DDLG, or consuming... adult media where the word 'Daddy' got used a LOT. But so far, this was a solitary endeavor. She'd not gotten the right moment to introduce everything to Mikey the right way.

But all of that was a distant, fuzzy memory. There Emma was, standing naked in her bathroom with her new toys spread all around. It was about to be a very, very fun night. First, she pressed her paci to her lips, new paci clip dangling below. Then, the suppository. She bent down and popped one in. She shuddered - Emma knew she was going to be fighting this one later on. But for now, she continued. She laid down right on the bathroom floor on top of her now fluffed diaper and two stuffers, and wrapped it carefully around her hips. She knew it would be a while before it was coming off, so she wanted to make sure she got it right. She finished and stood up, admiring her work in the mirror. Perfect, she thought to herself.

Then, the pink diaper cover. She stepped inside and felt the tacky vinyl slide up her legs. The cover served two purposes: it would ward off the smell of the results of her suppository for a little while... and it also featured a small, digital lock that would keep the metal cord around the waist of the cover from coming undone until a few hours before Mikey got home. The totality of her plan was simple: be as baby as possible for the next 20 or so odd hours.

Emma pulled the cover all the way up, making sure it was snug against her legs. She looked down and held the lock. She hit the plus button until it read:

20:00

Twenty hours locked away... she took a deep, shaky breath. Click. She pulled the cord comfortably tight - enough to make sure she couldn't get out now, even if she wanted to. This was it.

The next few minutes were a frenzied blur - the onesie, the thigh-high socks, frilly bloomers that barely covered her bottom, and the bows holding up her hastily thrown up pigtails. Emma looked in the mirror finally, admiring her handiwork. She looked like the spitting image of a toddler who'd yet to potty train on their birthday, only maybe a few feet taller. She hid her face behind her hands and giggled, feeling any semblance of "big girl thoughts" turning to mush. Then, the first cramp. No. She'd hold it, she was determined to make sure it was an accident.

30 minutes later, she was on the floor on her stomach coloring, legs kicking in the air, and pacifier bobbing contently in her mouth. She'd wet her diaper almost immediately after seeing herself in the mirror, although you couldn't tell through yet through the stuffers. She'd had a few small cramps, and one big, tight one, but she had held on pretty well so far. She was, in a word, content.

However, even the best laid plans go awry...

She heard the car door close. They lived in a neighborhood though, so that wasn't out of the ordinary really. She paid it absolutely no mind. She heard keys jingling too, but Mikey was supposed to be in the security line by this point, not at their front door. She was frozen. She heard the lock move, and as she leapt up, she watched as the front door swung open.

"Babe! I'm... what's wrong?"

There was no way for Mikey to avoid seeing what he saw. Emma sprinted to the bathroom, locking the door behind her and frantically ripping the her baby outfit off of her.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!!! Why is he home??? He had to have seen me. Fuck. My sippy cup and my coloring book are still on the fucking floor. I'm caught. I'm so done. Fuck, I can't get this fucking locking cover off!!!!! Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT.

She clawed at the cover, pulling it tighter. If she'd calmly worked it down her hips, there's a possibility she could have gotten it off. But... the first yank of the cord did very little to free her, and much to cinch it down tighter.

19:21

"Hey babe, what are you wearing, and what is all this?"

"You weren't supposed to be home!! What are you doing home???"

"Freak snow storm. The airport's closed down and flights are canceled where I was going, so my boss told me to just go home and take tomorrow off. You wanna tell me what's going on?"

Emma felt a very strong cramp. Motherfucker. The suppository wasn't gonna be too much longer. She clawed at the cover some more, just a little more careful to not crank the cord down any tighter.

"Nothing! I mean, I was just... you weren't supposed to be home, and..." Yelling through the bathroom door was making it harder to hold back the ever tightening rubber band in her stomach. Something was going to happen, and soon.

"Hey, everything's okay, just let me in and I can help with whatever you've got... what the fuck is going on?"

Emma heard it loud and clear. Judgement, contempt, pity. If she wasn't doubled over trying so hard to stay the inevitable, she'd have been sobbing.

"Just..." The first bit of her mess escaped into the back of her diaper. "Please, just leave me alone." What was supposed to be a firm statement was a barely audible whimper through the door, as Emma helplessly filled her padding, bulging against the plastic pants which locked her into this whole fiasco. She fell to her knees, forehead pressed against the door. At least she couldn't smell it? This was as low as she thought she'd ever been.

She heard nothing from the other side of the door. Emma sat on the tile of the bathroom, trying hard not to squish the mess against her bottom as the last of it emptied out. Her shoulders shook with her crying - she was embarrassed and humiliated, and not in the fun way.

But, through the crying, and the shame, and the fear... she felt Mike’s fingers grab one of her hands from under the door.

“Em, everything is okay. I’m not mad, I’m not upset, I’m not gonna freak out. I promise. Everything’s going to be okay. Can you at least tell me if something is seriously wrong? Like, if we need to go to the hospital wrong?”

Most of the pain in Emma’s stomach had subsided. She was okay. Slightly smelly, but okay.

“No hospital. I’m safe, just…” Silence. “Embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed? About what, I’m still not sure what’s going on, baby.” She winced. Normally that pet name melted her, but right now? Not so much.

“About…” She took a deep breath.

“I’m serious. Everything’s okay, Em. Whatever’s happening, I can handle it. Will you let me help you, please?”

“Will you get me my robe out of the other bathroom?”

She heard Mikey get up off the floor. Footsteps sounded against the linoleum in the kitchen, then to the bathroom in the main of their apartment, then back to the door.

“Can I hand it to you, please?”

Emma knew that for Mikey to hand her the robe, she'd need to unlock the door. She was naked save for the diaper and diaper cover. She was red faced from crying. She was a pretty pitiful sight.

"Seriously, it's okay, baby. I'm not gonna let anything bad happen to you. I just need to know what's going on so I can make it all better, okay?"

She unlocked the door and stuck a hand out, grabbing the robe. She also found a glass of water sticking through the crack, which she timidly accepted. As she went to close the door, she saw Mikey's eyes meet hers in the mirror, and her heart sank. But as the door shut, she realized they weren't wide with horror, or bleak with disappointment, but rather drawn in an inquisitive manner.

She wrapped the robe around her, glad to cover the diaper and pink vinyl. She realized that the robe was just barely long enough to cover her bottom, and any significant movement at all showed a flash of pink underneath her. She was also pretty crinkly, the cover doing a lot to cover the smell, but not the noise. She took a few big gulps from her glass, before realizing that hydrating was going to do little to help hide her diaper very soon.

Fuck. She opened the door. Leaving the bathroom, Emma saw Mikey cleaning up her coloring books, and her sippy cup, and her pacifier. He placed them gently on the coffee table that had been moved out of the way, and turned around to greet her, arms outstretched. Emma shook her head, hesitant to move else the diaper's crinkle and a flash of pink would give away the cat that had already escaped the bag.

"Em, no judgement, no shame, no... do you want me to tell you what I think is happening, or do you want to just talk?"

Emma's bottom lip quivered. She adjusted her stance, reminding her of the mess in her diaper. Tears welled up again, now face to face with the man she loved so much, but unable to explain what was going on. Before she realized it, she was crying on Mikey's shoulder softly, and he was rubbing her back.

"Shhhh, hey, it's okay. I'm serious, it's okay Em. I'm not upset with you even a little bit, I just want to know what's going on so I can help you." He walked her to the couch and sat her down. Emma didn't even realize her diaper was poking out from between her legs. Mikey didn't realize he'd squished her mess all over Emma's bottom either...

After a few minutes, Emma had calmed down significantly.

Mikey grabbed her hand. "Can I make you some tea?"

Emma nodded her head. She thought about what she was going to say as she watched from the living room as Mikey boiled the water and made her cup of tea. She pulled her robe down, and then threw a blanket over her legs. The cord around her waste was tight. It wasn't particularly uncomfortable, other than the fact it pressed on her bladder. She looked down:

18:58

Fuck.

Mikey sat back down next to Emma, placing a mug in her hand and sipping from his own. She could tell he was waiting for her to say something, but the frog in her throat kept her from saying anything at all.

"So when we were first dating... Oh, god. I don't even know if you remember this... When we were first dating, you got really, really drunk one night and told me some stuff. Do you remember?"

Emma shook her head. She didn't drink often, but she thought she vaguely remembered the night he was talking about. She remembered the breakfast burritos the next morning more than the night, honestly. Oh! And one other thing the next morning.

"Well, you very much did. You spilled a lot of beans that night actually, Em. It was the night you first told me you loved me."

Emma buried her face in her hands. How was that the most embarrassing thing that she's dealt with all day?

"But, you told me how much you love being taken care of, and how much you like being the little spoon, and... well you asked me if I'd ever seen people who wear diapers as adults and who act like babies." Nope. This was the most embarrassing thing that Emma had dealt with all day. "And I told you that I knew vaguely of it, and you told me that you were into it - that you wanted to try it, and that you trusted me enough to let me be your... well, your Daddy."

Emma grabbed the nearest throw pillow and fell into it, mocking her death due to embarrassment.

"I kinda figured you'd bring it up again if you really wanted to do something about it, but... you just kind of never did? So I left it alone. Or, I mostly left it alone. From that night on I made it a point to take care of you, and... the next morning I said I love you - you thought I said it first, but..."

Emma lifted her head from the pillow slightly, so she could see Mikey place his hand on her back. Or, what he thought was her back. Actually, he put his hand on the very top of her diaper and plastic pants.

"Anyway, if it makes you feel any better, this isn't really some big secret. I've known for a minute. It's okay. I just... I just kind of never thought you were this..." Mikey's voice trailed off. He looked over at the half-scribbled in coloring book, and patted Emma's bottom, which made a hollow thunk.

"Okay, so, why are you still wearing this and not the outfit you had on when I got here?"

Emma raised back up, wincing at the feeling of the mess squishing across her bare ass. "I... I can't take this off."

"You can't, or..."

"Like, I literally cannot. It's um. Fuck, this is so embarrassing." She paused and straightened out the blanket on her lap. "I'm wearing locking plastic pants. I didn't think you'd get home for another twenty four hours, so, I... I set a timer for twenty hours, and... locked them. When I tried to take it off in the bathroom, I tightened it even more, so... I can't take them off till tomorrow at around lunch time." She smiled an embarrassed smile.

"Oh. O...okay, so, you needed the pants to hold the... the diaper up?"

"No, I... they locked, which is like... it's fun to know you're locked inside. Plus the plastic pants hold in the smell." It was her turn to trail off at the end of her sentence, like a balloon running out of air mid-flight.

"The... you peed in it? Well, I guess that makes sense being that you're in there for twenty hours and all. Okay, I can handle pee."

Emma sat, staring at her knees.

"Em. Did you..."

"Mhmm."

Another long, pregnant silence. Emma was on the verge of tears again. She knew this was when the other shoe would drop. This was it.

"Em, you've been a naughty girl, haven't you?"

She was stunned. Gobsmacked even. Her head shot up, making eye contact with Mikey.

"Mikey you don't have to..." His finger shot to her lips, shushing her.

"Did Daddy say you could talk back?" His baby talk was a little awkward. Emma could tell he was figuring it out in the moment... but he was figuring it out in the moment for her. He was, for lack of a better term, game. He reached down and grabbed her hand, squeezing it and smiling, as if to say 'this okay?'

Emma took a long breath. "No, Daddy. I'm sorry for talking back to you." She shivered. It was... again, awkward a little bit, but she felt like she was living one of the smutty stories from the forums.

"Good girl. Now, Daddy's gonna order some pizza while you sit here and finish your drawing, okay?"

"Mikey, hold on, I'm serious... if you go to the hardware store and get some cable cutters, we can get me out of these plastic pants and just go back to normal, okay? I'll stay here an-"

Mikey's hand grabbed her chin, snapping her face into his. "Em, then you'd ruin your plastic pants! No way, baby." His hand went to slide the blanket off of her thighs. Emma's hand shot up to stop him, but she relinquished after another squeeze of her chin. "I'm serious, Em. Let me get you something more comfortable to hang out in while I... while Daddy orders the pizza." He took the blanket with him, leaving her plastic panties exposed under her now too-short robe.

What in the FUCK is happening... and why is it driving me crazy???

He returned with his favorite shirt - a white tee shirt, simple, but it did a good job showing off what Mikey liked to see. "Okay, stand up!"

Emma did as she was told, giving up avoiding moving too much - the eventual disaster in the back of her diaper was inevitable. Mikey undid the tie on her robe. Emma took another deep breath, and let it fall to the floor, showing off exactly what she'd been so ashamed over, not just a few minutes prior.

"Arms up, Em." She raised her arms, and Mikey deftly lowered the tee shirt onto her. He was well practiced with this - Emma realized that, despite never quite in this capacity, he had been doing a pretty good job of taking care of her.

Mikey set the crayons up and opened the coloring book. "Okay, can you color for me... for Daddy while I talk to the nice people on the phone about dinner?"

"Okay, Daddy!" Emma sat down, mess squishing against her.

"Hmm... something doesn't look exactly right..." Mikey leaned over and popped the pacifier into Emma's mouth. She could hardly believe it. Mikey turned away and took out his cell phone.

Dialing it, he said "Maybe when the pizza's done, you can show Daddy that outfit you picked out for him, hm? Yes! Hello, I'd like to order a pizza for delivery..."

Emma's eyes returned to the page in front of her. She felt the big girl thoughts slowly but surely receding. She felt the shame she'd been drowning in just a little while ago only nipping at her toes. She felt the warmth of Mikey taking care of her. But, mostly, she felt relief she could just... be this part of herself with her partner after all this time. She was, in a word, content.

18:07

[marydswitchduet]

I would try a lot of these biggest being the wiggly worm or the droopy dummy

Drug-Laced Baby Food, for Bigger Babies.

🥕 Loads of veggies for nutrition

💧 Diuretics to keep them peeing.

🌾 Extra Fibre to help fill those diapers in the back.

😴 Sedatives to get them ready for naptime.

💪 Muscle relaxers to keep them weak.

In all sorts of fun combinations !

All of the jars have cute labels to help the grownups know what they'll do

Nappy Nap- (diuretics + sedatives for sleep wetting )

Wiggly Worm- (Aphrodisiacs+ Muscle Relaxers, to encourage diaper humping)

Drooly Dummy- (THC + mouth numbing, to keep intelligent speech away)

Fudge Factory- (bulk fibre and laxative for optimal diaper filling)

Hypnosis Helper- (Psychedelics and THC, to help those hypno sessions stick)

Toddler Topple- (Muscle Relaxers and Balance inhibitors, to keep them crawling)

Which one are the grownups force-feeding you today ?

[marydswitchduet]

Hi!

Okay, I should probably have one of these sticky post thingies explaining what’s going on here.

Hi!  I’m Kimmy!  I’m an erotic novelist, amateur adult model, goofball, weirdo, and poly pansexual thinking person.

I’m into DD/lg and pet play, and especially the mix of the two.

Sometimes I post photos, sometimes I write stories, sometimes I answer asks like this is an advice column, but I’m always a pervert.

So, official warning, on this blog you’ll find: diapers, petplay, consensual non-consent, and more.

Stories

Ten Words (petplay, diapers)

Her Princess (bdsm)

A Peek into LG’s World (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

Give and Take

Captions

A Trip With Friends

A Precious Princess

Writings

An Open Letter to Sadists

A New Kink Term: “Coddled”

[marydswitchduet]

Couple hours later and a few drinky drinks, a THUD to the ground and an almost explosion.

Sunkiss with NorthShore booster hold up tho