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Penny Barber.

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I wanna have my big privileges taken away by a “real adult”

Please please please, hear me out:

🍼Every time I try to talk, shush me. Grown ups get to talk, not babies. Gently put my paci back in my mouth and smirk at me.

🍼Always treat me the same way no matter who’s around. Babies don’t get any dignity, so why should I?? Your friends, my old “big” friends, your family, it doesn’t matter. Let the grown ups do the thinking.

🍼Hold my hand everywhere we go so I don’t get lost, and hold it so tight it hurts when I try to let go. Embarrass me and scold me in public, make it clear to everyone that I’m not an adult worth respecting.

🍼Check my diaper no matter where we are. Out at a restaurant? Pants down around my ankles anyway, grown ups need to check thoroughly after all. We have friends over at our house? I shouldn’t be wearing pants at home anyway, no cover at all for my diaper. Mommy/daddies precious little one isn’t allowed to hide their pissy pampers, no matter who’s over. No dignity.

🍼Refuse to leave me alone in the house. 26 years old? No, I’m 26 months old you assure me, I can’t be trusted alone. You’ll hire a babysitter to watch me, and they’re to be treated with the exact same respect I would treat any other grown up. Who cares if they’re “younger” than me? Babies who aren’t potty trained don’t get to complain about who’s in charge.

🍼Set firm rules, and when I break them, punish me. Follow through, all the time, always. I want you to put so much fear in me that I’m conditioned not to break your rules. Make me sleep outside like a dog. Rip my pampers down and spank me so hard I cry. Slap me and laugh at how weak I am and how I can’t fight back.

🍼My phone?? Nope. That’s for grown ups. I can have a “pretend” phone instead (it’s just a bright piece of plastic with fake buttons) who was I gonna talk to anyway?? I can’t even spell, I’m just a stupid toddler.

🍼Schedule play dates for me with other Little’s. Humiliate me in front of them, and encourage them and their caregiver to laugh along with you about how pathetic I am. “Oh sweetieee, did you piss your pants again?? God, I can smell you from here EW” orrr “sit down little ones it’s time to eat! Yep, you can have a slice of pizza honey absolutely! Not my little one though, get into your high chair so I can give you your nummy nummy baby foods!”

If you wanna act like a baby, you’ll get treated like one.

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A little short story I've been working on

Your hands grip the bars of your crib tightly, cramps wreaking havoc through your tummy as the enema works its “magic”. Your partner had feigned concern, worried that you hadn’t made a mess in your diaper for 2 days, so an enema was swiftly administered to resolve any resistance you had left. As you held on, your mind wandered to how you had ended up in this situation in the first place.

It had started innocuously on a random Tuesday evening. Your partner, after much hesitation, had finally revealed their deepest secret, a kink they had believed too taboo to share with you up until that point. You had explored various kinks with them throughout your relationship, so you weren’t taken aback at their admission. ‘Diapers?’, you had once thought. They had been open to everything you had suggested, so you didn’t see the harm in humoring them at least once. The only twist was that they wanted you to be the one who wore them, not the other way around. From there, it was a gradual, but inescapable spiral into ABDL. Now the spare bedroom of your home had been converted to your own personal nursery, and you were kept padded more often than not.

Another cramp broke your concentration, and the last bit of defiance slipped away as your bottom could no longer handle the pressure that had been building. A watery mess escaped you, your padding sagging immediately from the force of the enema being released. You whined, and your partner stood and watched from their seat in the corner of your nursery with an elated smile. “Very good, poppet. I was really starting to worry that you hadn’t made messies for me, but it looks like that enema took care of that, hmm?” Your partner purred, their words sultry and sickeningly sweet. Unlocking the side of your crib, your partner beckoned you out. You were hoping you’d receive a change right then and there, but they had other plans in mind as they commanded you to drop to your knees and crawl to the living room.

“Surely you didn’t think you’d be getting a fresh diaper any time soon. No, little one, I must ensure you’re completely cleaned out first. How about some bouncy time? I’ll even be nice and turn the TV on for you.” Hot tears streamed down your face, but you had learned better than to talk back, lest you stay in your messy diaper for the rest of the day.

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