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"What's wrong sweetie, is there something yucky in your diaper? Did someone have an accident?"
You blushed and shivered with humiliation despite the burning hot sauce-laden oatmeal they'd stuffed into the back of your diaper.
"Is it burning?"
You nodded and bit hard in your pacifier. The heat seemed to increase with every second.
"Good! That means it's working! Soon you'll have learned an important lesson!"
You just whimpered and sucked a little harder on your pacifier. They were right. You'd taken your diaper off without permission to avoid a mess, and now you were quickly learning that there were FAR worse things that could be in your diaper.
"Does it burn...here?" They asked, pressing hard into the seat of your diaper.
"MMGHGHGHL!" You screamed into your pacifier as a massive amount of burning, spicy mush squished upward inbetween your burning cheeks, filling them completely. You pawed uselessly at the full diaper, but your fluffy mittens just slid uselessly off the slick rubber diaper cover.
"Have you learned your lesson?" They asked.
You nodded emphatically, tears starting to form in your eyes as you felt your skin blaze with a rapidly forming diaper rash. You'd do and say anything to escape this hell.
"Oh, you might think you've learned your lesson, but these things take time. We'll see if you think babies should remove their own diapers tomorrow morning."
"Tomhgollow?!" You gasped around the rubber bulb. Surely they wouldn't keep you in this torturous state overnight! They had to be joking!
"At least, baby. If you're good I'll let you go into the store to buy some diaper rash cream. Afterwards maybe you can take it off!"
You felt like you were falling. You already knew that tomorrow morning you'd be waddling into the pharmacy to buy the awful cream...and everyone would know it was for you. It'd be hard not to, what with the massive squishy bulge around your crotch.
You felt like kicking, screaming, thrashing, ANYTHING, but every move you made just shifted the burning mush, rubbing it deeper into your sensitive skin. One thing was certain. You wouldn't EVER even DREAM of removing your diaper again!
Once your wife/girlfriend is back in diapers, don’t be coy about them. Don’t call them “protection” or “incontinence briefs”. Always refer to them as nappies/diapers, or else by the brand name of a baby diaper like Huggies or Pampers (even if they’re not actually that type). Don't let her act like a grown woman with a medical problem. You want her to feel like an overgrown toddler who's too immature for potty training.
Similarly, don’t use mature-sounding euphemisms for what she does in her diapers. She hasn’t “gone number two” or “had a BM”. She's pooped her pants. She's made a stinky. Don't be discreet if you think she needs changing either. Nappies are a core part of her life now; people are going to find out sooner or later anyway, so check her Pampers frequently, even in public, and be sure to comment loudly on what you find. “Oh sweetheart, you wet yourself again? Honestly, you’re as bad as a two-year-old!”
Lastly, when it comes actually using her diapers, don't let her toddle off to find a quiet corner and some privacy. Make it clear she's expected to put on a show, at least when it’s just the two of you. She should be embarrassed, but not shy. Have her march up to you and announce what she’s about to do in her pants. Have her say it proudly, with a big smile on her blushing face, before she squats down, sticks out her bottom, and makes a humiliating spectacle of herself for you. I guarantee all that pesky pride of hers will be gone in no time.
“Isn’t he such a cutie? Although… I think he may be a stinky cutie right now!” She giggled to her friend.
“He’ll be turning three next week, technically he’s turning twenty-three but he’s not so great with his numbers. Despite how much he loves playing with those wooden blocks with the numbers and letters on.”
“What should we get him? Obviously a huge stash of diapers and some new outfits, I know he really wants one of those huge teddy bears but I’m a little worried about leaving him alone during nap times with a big bear he can rub his diapers against!”
“Why don’t we throw him a party? Invite all his friends, all the other little kids from the area and there parents! Have lots of cake and soft toys all over the place. We could have a little fun and spike his cake with something to make his tummy all funny and see how long it takes before he squats down and bursts the back of his diaper in front of everyone!”
“Awww, he is such a cutie!”
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