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A little tied up last night 🌙✨

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“I’ll help you change his diaper the first few times you babysit, and then you can try doing it yourself once you know the routine”

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There was a spelling mistake so I’m re-uploading.

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When your aunt smells your poopy pamper and comes over to confirm her suspicions

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Mean Girls Diapered

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Owwww, such bad luck! My tummy hurts more today, and my diaper is bigger and stinkier than usual. Oh, it’s Friday the 13th...happy BDF :3 🧡🤎

More.in my JFF

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“Okay, so first—he responds best to structure. Don’t give him choices. He’ll try to negotiate, and it’s better for both of you if you keep a firm tone.”

I swallowed hard, trying not to shift as I stared at the wall on my knees in the corner of the room. Trying not to think about how obvious my padding must look from behind. Or how my wife had just casually handed off control like I was some daycare project.

Jenna, the girl who apparently would be babysitting me, nodded with a half-smile. “Firm tone. Got it.”

“Exactly.” The diaper bag rustled open. Maggie pulled out a set of folded onesies. “This is his daywear. He’s not to dress himself—he will try, and he’ll whine about it. Ignore it. Just say, ‘arms up’ and get it done.”

“Some of these are pink…” Jenna said, considering, “are those for him too?”

“Oh yea, he hates it when I dress him like a sissy! So if he’s particularly pouty about his outfit, I put him in the pink stuff. Turns out he whines a lot less when he gets the chance to wear his boyish baby clothes! But feel free to dress him however you want! You’re in charge, afterall.”

I could hear the familiar crinkling of diapers and wipes as Maggie pulled them from the bag. “Check his diaper every two hours. Whether he says anything or not. He’s not allowed to ask for a change. That’s part of the rules. He usually poops at least twice a day. Once around 10am, and the other is usually before dinner. I don’t usually change him when he’s wet unless it’s a reward for good behavior. I make him stay in his poopy diapers for at least 30 minutes before I change him so he can get used to the feel, but even then I make him do something humiliating in order to earn a fresh diaper.”

“Like what?” Jenna asked, intrigued.

“Oh you know…cry like a baby, bounce on his bottom, write me a little note, hump the floor, or do his poopy pamper dance!”

“What’s his poopy pamper dance??”

I noticeably cringed in the corner as Maggie laughed hysterically.

“Oh you’ll see!”

Jenna raised a brow. “And if he complains?”

Maggie didn’t miss a beat. “Time-out in the corner, like he is now. Hands behind his back. An hour in a dirty diaper usually sets him straight. Double it if he talks. He hates it, but it works.”

Jenna grinned. “Cold.”

“Necessary.” Maggie paused, meeting her eyes. “He thrives under control. But it has to be consistent. Don’t let him test you. If he does something bratty, correct it. I have plenty of spanking devices in here, I usually use the hairbrush, but he absolutely hated the paddle and the leather strap. Don’t stop until he’s crying real tears. He likes to fake it some times in hopes to end it early, but he’s a terrible actor.”

“Got it,” Jenna nodded. “Be firm. Stern discipline. Predictable consequences.”

“Exactly,” Maggie said, “now when you’re changing his diaper, don’t be surprised if his little pee pee gets hard. He can’t control himself—hence the diapers. Just ignore his little BB boner and clean him up as usual. I find if I flick it on the head or shove a finger up his ass it goes away pretty quick. Oh, and that reminds me: do not let him cum! He knows not to touch his pampers, but sometimes you will catch him rubbing his diaper up against things. If that happens, just twist him by the ear and put him in time out. If you find stickies in his diaper, you let me know. He will be in BIG trouble and will spend the next several weeks in chastity.”

“Chastity?”

“A little cage to lock up his penis, keeps him from masturbating.”

“Oh…that’s…interesting.” Jenna giggled. “Why not just keep him caged all the time?”

Maggie shrugged, “Because he needs to learn to control himself. Plus, I like his penis to feel the padding of his pampers, I also like him to know how often he’s getting hard and turned on inside of them.”

Sure enough, my cock was throbbing and pulsing in my pampers as they spoke.

Maggie continued. “Lunch is at noon. He eats what’s on the plate. No substitutions. Bib goes on first, sippy cup only. If he complains about the taste, there’s a can of wet dogfood in the pantry. He won’t complain about the taste anymore.”

I gagged just from thinking about the last time.

“He gets a bottle at 9am and 3pm. Equal parts breast milk and milk from a cow, two scoops of the powdered formula, and one used condom from the fridge. Shake it up real well and warm it up in the microwave for exactly 39 seconds. The recipe is in the bag in case you forget.”

“I think I got it.” Jenna chuckled, “do I do anything if he’s good?

“Oh! Of course!” Maggie laughed, “I’m making it sound like my husband is a menace, but after months of training, he’s not anymore, he’s actually pretty well behaved! So if he’s good he gets rewarded with screen time. 30 minutes of TV but only appropriate shows like Barney, Sesame Street, and Cocomelon. I’ll also let him stay up until 8, but usually his bedtime is a firm 7:00 o’clock. Dinner is at 5:30, bath time at 6, in jammy’s and story time by 6:30. He does best when he has a set schedule”

Jenna nodded slowly. “Got it. I’ll take good care of him.”

“And one more thing,” Maggie added. “He doesn’t get called by his real name today. Just his ‘little name.’ He hates it, which means it’s working.”

Jenna’s tone turned playful. “What is it?”

There was a pause. Then:

“Bubbles.”

I closed my eyes.

“You hear that, Bubbles?” Maggie called sweetly. “I’m heading out. Be a good boy for Jenna. Or she will know what to do with you!!”

“Yes, Ma’am…” I mumbled to the wall.

“Use your little voice,” Maggie reminded.

I winced. “Y-yeth, M-Mith Maggie…”

Jenna laughed again. “This is going to be fun!”

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Can we see what your diapee looks like in the morning 🐷

Wore this one all night out to drinks with @34qucker and his partner and it even survived overnight ☺️

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All women’s clothes should be sized so at least the bottoms of our diapers are exposed!!! Boys need to be able to see when our diapers are full since obviously we can’t tell!!! I can’t even tell you the number of times a Man has asked if I had a full diaper and I confidently said nope, clean and dry! only for it to turn out to be completely soaked and loaded!!!! This is why our diapers always need to be exposed because knowing the state of our diapers is a boys job!!! Not ours!!!🤭🥰💩

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I think Daddy was right about me wearing pull-ups. 🙈

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Don’t forget to dm mommy 🥰🧸🍼

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I guess that's what I get for trying lie that my babysitter was my hot date 😩 The only action I got that night was a hard spanking, a change into my thick overnight diapers and a very early bedtime 😭😭

Dirty Diaper image: @d1ape3r