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The Regression Sentence - Part 1

A businesswoman is given a regression sentence by the court after her fraud and embezzling are discovered. Hannah is used to a high-powered, high-status lifestyle, but after her sentencing she’ll have no choice but to adjust to her new life as an adult toddler.

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“Listen, the judge is probably going to give you a regression sentence. You need to be prepared for that.”

“What are you talking about?” Hannah asked her lawyer impatiently. “What the fuck is a regression sentence?” Then she frowned. “Wait a minute… I think I’ve heard of that. But isn’t… Isn’t that when…” Her eyes widened.

Her lawyer avoided her gaze, busying himself with the papers on the desk in front of him. The rest of the courtroom bustled around them, all waiting for the judge to finish deliberating.

“What the fuck, Eric?!” Hannah demanded. Her heart was beating very fast in her chest. “What am I paying you God-knows-how-much an hour for?! Do something!”

“I’ve done all I can, Hannah,” he said flatly. “But to be honest, this is an open and shut case. You should count yourself lucky you’re not getting ten years in prison. I’m pretty sure I’ve got you out of that. Besides,” he continued, still not meeting her eyes, “regression sentences aren’t so bad. You’ll be much more, uh, comfortable than you would be in a prison cell.”

“Comfortable?!” Hannah spat. She remembered hearing about a woman from a rival company who’d been given a regression sentence. Apparently she’d been brought along to a social function by her mother and paraded around in front of all her former coworkers dressed like a toddler. Now that Hannah thought about it, she had a feeling that woman had been convinced of some kind of financial crime as well. She remembered having a good laugh at the time, imagining one of her competitors swapping business suits for baby rompers, but there was nothing funny about it now. She felt as though her heart had dropped into her stomach. That couldn’t happen to her!

She wanted to get more information out of Eric, but at that moment a loud, deep voice carried across the hall. “Attention everyone!” the judge shouted, banging his gavel down on his desk to bring order to the room. “I’ve reached my verdict! Will the accused please stand!”

The courtroom was suddenly quiet, and Hannah got to her feet nervously. Please let the sentence be lenient.

“Miss Whitehouse,” the judge addressed her, “I’ve had some time to consider what kind of sentence would best suit someone of your position. You’re clearly a powerful figure in the corporate world.”

A fine, Hannah prayed. Community service. Anything!

“And I think a little demotion is in order,” he said, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. “I’ve decided that you would benefit most from a regression sentence.”

“No!” Hannah shrieked.

“Oh yes,” the judge went on, clearly enjoying himself. “Miss Whitehouse, for the crime of fraud and embezzlement, I sentence you to spend the next five years living as a two-year-old.”

Hannah could only stare at him in silent horror, her mouth hanging open. Five years as a two-year-old?! This couldn’t be happening!

“You appear to have no remorse for your crime whatsoever,” the judge went on, “but you’re still young, and it’s my belief that little girls like yourself deserve a softer alternative to the prison system. Maybe half a decade of nappies and bottles will sort you out, young lady. You’ll be released into the custody of your mother forthwith, and will live under her care and supervision for the duration of your sentence – although she reserves the right to deliver you into the hands of a state-run adult discipline nursery, or alternatively have your sentence converted to ten years in prison should you prove unruly. That is all.” He banged his gavel three times, and got up to leave.

The courtroom started buzzing with noise, and Hannah turned on her lawyer with panic in her eyes. “You have to stop this! Call a mistrial or something! This can’t happen!”

“It doesn’t work like that, Hannah,” Eric said resignedly, packing his notes away into his briefcase. “There’s nothing we can do now. You’ll just have to take your sentence and count yourself fortunate it wasn’t worse.”

“I’m not going to let myself be treated like a baby for the next five fucking years!” Hannah screamed. There were some titters from the rows of seats behind her, and she gritted her teeth in anger. “What did he mean by… by nappies and bottles?” she asked. “Surely they don’t… they can’t actually expect me to…”

“I’m sure it will all be explained to you soon, Hannah,” said her lawyer. He finished packing away his things and straightened up. “Good luck.” His eyes flicked upwards to a point just behind her, and Hannah turned to see the policeman who’d escorted her earlier that day smiling at her.

“Time to get going, sweetie,” he said, and she bristled at his condescending tone.

“Don’t call me sweetie,” she hissed, but the officer just chuckled, grabbed her arm, and started dragging her out of the courtroom through a side door. “Hey!” she squealed, trying to wriggle free. “Stop! You can’t manhandle me like this!” But it was no use. He was much bigger and stronger than she was. Hannah looked around for her lawyer, intending to shout for help, but all she could see of Eric was the back of his head disappearing into the crowd exiting via the main doors.

“Don’t be fussy, darling,” said the policeman. “I’m just taking you to your Mummy.”

Hannah blushed furiously and writhed in his grip, but he easily pulled her out of the courtroom and into the room beyond, where her mother was waiting with a wide smile.

“Hi, baby!” she cooed. “Aren’t you a lucky girl, avoiding prison time? Are you looking forward to five years back with Mummy? I certainly am! I can’t believe I get to have my baby girl back!”

“Mum!” Hannah squealed. “This is ridiculous! I’m twenty-nine years old! You can’t let them do this to me! I don’t care if the law says you’re my legal guardian again or whatever, but there is no way I’m letting… OWWIE! What the FUCK?!”

Her mother had strode up to her, yanked down her smart suit pants along with her thong, and delivered a sharp smack to each of her bum cheeks.

“Language, young lady!” she scolded, taking her daughter from the smiling policeman and holding onto her arm just as tightly. “Naughty words like that are a no-no! And this underwear is absolutely unacceptable! Thankfully the court’s provided me with something much more appropriate.”

She reached into a bulky pink bag that Hannah only just noticed she had slung over her shoulder, and pulled out an enormous disposable diaper, pure white but for the little teddy bears, rattles, blocks, and safety pins that decorated the outside.

“I’m not wearing that!” Hannah screeched. “I’m not!” but her mother delivered several more stinging swats to her bare bottom, making her yelp in pain.

“Settle down, little lady,” she said sternly. “Or I’ll pull you over my knee and give you something to really scream about.”

Hannah whimpered. Had her mother gone mad? She was an adult woman, not a little girl, no matter what the stupid judge said!

Mrs Whitehouse led her daughter over to a large changing mat on the floor and lowered her down onto it. Hannah sniffled and rubbed her bottom where her mother had smacked her, still not quite believing what was happening. Her mother pulled her pants and underwear all the way off, along with her plain socks and stylish black heels. She patted her daughter’s bum lightly, and Hannah instinctively lifted it up, allowing her mother to slip the giant nappy beneath her bottom.

“Please, Mum!” Hannah begged, as her haughty façade began giving way to genuine terror. “You don’t have to do this! We can just pretend you did and I can live a normal life!”

But her mother ignored her, humming merrily to herself as she sprinkled baby powder over Hannah’s nether regions. “This will keep your nappies smelling nice and sweet!” she said cheerfully. “Until you make a big, smelly mess in them of course!” she tittered, leaning forwards to plant a kiss on her adult daughter’s nose.

Hannah cringed. Wearing nappies was bad enough, but she would certainly not be using them!

“And there we go!” her mother announced happily, doing up the tapes of the giant diaper and patting the front in a satisfied way. “All ready for your wees and poos!”

Hannah felt sick as she looked down at the infantile thing bulging between her legs, so thick that she didn’t have a hope of properly closing her legs. Her mother helped her to her feet, and she stood there bow-legged, the bulk of her diaper pressing her thighs so far apart that she felt unsteady on her feet. But the horrors weren’t over yet. Her mother quickly stripped her of her jacket and shirt, and her bra followed soon after, leaving Hannah totally naked but for her nappy. But when she saw what her mother had in mind for her to wear, she almost wished she could stay topless.

Out of the pink bag, Mrs Whitehouse pulled an incredibly short pink frock, the skirt of which was so frilly that it looked more like a tutu than anything else. The sleeves were puffy and stupid-looking, and when her mother pulled it over her head, Hannah’s lower lip trembled as she realised the dress left at least three inches of her nappy peeking out of the bottom. She felt an icy fear spreading through her body. She couldn’t be stuck looking like this! Not for five whole years!

Her luscious dark hair was pulled out of its sensible bun and tied into a ponytail, frilly white socks were slipped onto her feet, and after them a pair of light-up trainers, just her size. Once she was done, her mother stood back to take in the sight of her adult daughter dressed up like a nursery schooler on her way to visit granny.

“You look perfect, baby!” she gushed. “Now, I think it’s about time we took you home! I can’t wait to show you your new bedroom!”

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The Regression Sentence - Part 2

“Mummy, please!” Hannah sobbed, kicking and squealing over her mother’s knee as her plump bare bottom got redder and redder. “I’m sorry!”

“You’d better be sorry, young lady,” her mother said, still raining smacks down on her exposed rear. Hannah’s nappy had been pulled down to allow more access to her rapidly reddening tushy. “I’m not going to tolerate naughty tantrums, missy! Mummy didn’t set up a lovely nursery for you just to have to stomp your feet and say it’s too babyish! You’ll be sleeping in a crib for the next five years, so you’d better get used to it!”

“I’m sowwy!” Hannah cried, her diction falling apart as tears fell down her cheeks and she started taking in heaving, gasping breaths. “Pwease, Mummy! I’ll be a good giwl!”

Finally, Mrs Whitehouse stopped. “That’s better, sweetheart. Mummy knows you just need a little time to adjust. You need to start thinking of yourself as a big two-year-old, okay darling? Nothing’s too babyish for you anymore.”

Hannah sobbed and nodded her head, even as she cringed and seethed on the inside.

“Now, come along, baby.” Her mother taped her diaper back into place and pulled her to her feet. “It’s lunchtime! Off we go to the kitchen. There’s a good girl.”

With her mother holding tightly onto her hand, Hannah was led out of her new pastel-pink nursery and down the stairs. She hated the way her nappy bulged between her legs, giving her the awkward, unsteady gait of a young toddler – if he mother wasn’t holding onto her hand, she’d probably topple right over and fall on her bottom. She hated too how loud it was, how it crinkled noisily with every step she took, a constant reminder of what she’d been demoted to.

The two of them entered the kitchen, and Hannah stopped dead. “What… what’s that, Mummy?” she asked, falteringly staring at the thing in front of her.

“That’s your highchair, silly!” said her mother brightly. “It’s where Mummy feeds you.” She patted her daughter’s bottom – even through the thick padding of her nappy, it was enough to make Hannah wince. “Now climb in, honey. Time to get some num-nums in your tummy.”

Her face nearly as red as her bottom, Hannah clambered into the oversized highchair that sat at the kitchen table while her mother busied herself with the cupboards. She winced again as she sat down; her bum was throbbing painfully. A few moments later, Mrs Whitehouse approached her daughter with a broad smile and plonked an enormous bowl of baby food down on the tray in front of her. She scooped up a spoonful and said, “Open wide, baby! Here comes the aeroplane!”

Hannah kept her mouth sealed shut. She wasn’t going to eat baby food!

“Come on, sweetheart,” her mother cooed, pressing the spoon against her daughter’s lips, leaving a smear of baby food over them. “I promise it’s very yummy. It’s specially designed for women undergoing regression sentences, so it has all the nutrients you need. I’ve used your bank account to pay for a whole five years’ worth in advance!”

“You did wha-?!” Hannah demanded, but before she could get all the words out, her mother had shoved the spoonful of baby food into her open mouth. The taste wasn’t as bad as she’d been expecting, but something about the mushy texture turned her stomach.

“There’s a good girl!” her mother praised. “Good baby, Hannah!”

Meekly, Hannah allowed herself to be fed the rest of the bowl, and by the end of it, her stomach felt full to bursting. She was normally very careful about her diet, making sure never to overeat and ruin her figure – how many calories were in baby food?

But her meal wasn’t over. Her mother went away to put something inside the microwave, and thirty seconds later, she took out a large bottle of warm baby formula. Hannah felt queasy just looking at it. It was huge!

“Back to your nursery now, little one,” her mother said sweetly. “Mummy will feed you there and we can have a little cuddle.”

Hannah cringed again, but her sore, red bottom was still fresh in her mind, and she obediently allowed her mother to take her hand and lead her back upstairs, into her new bedroom. It was the room she’d had as a child, only her bed had been replaced with an enormous crib, complete with a hanging mobile above, the walls had been painted a soft pink and decorated with various babyish designs that matched the ones on her nappy, and an adult sized changing table stood in the centre of the room, with a large diaper pail squatting beside it. Her mother took her over to a rocking chair that sat in the corner, and, pulling Hannah face-up across her lap, she took a seat.

Hannah squirmed in her mother’s lap. She felt so helpless, so exposed, so infantilised being held like this, with her mother’s arm cradling her head.

“Time for your baba,” Mrs Whitehouse cooed, gazing down adoringly at her adult daughter, reduced to a babe in arms. She pressed the nipple of the bottle to Hannah’s mouth and slipped it between her lips. There was a moment’s pause, when Hannah looked as though she might be about to protest, but then she averted her eyes and began to suck.

The rich, sweet baby formula slipped down her throat, settling heavily in her stomach with the baby food, and as she suckled, Hannah started to feel so warm and relaxed that she thought she might even drift off, no matter how humiliated she was at being bottle-fed like an infant. Slowly she sucked and sucked until all the milk was gone, and her mother continued to hold her in her lap. She was half asleep when something suddenly jolted her back to full awareness. A powerful, growing achiness in her bladder.

She started squirming almost unconsciously, and before her mother could stop her, she’d slid out of her lap and stood up, pressing her hands to her groin.

“What’s the matter, sweetie?” her mother asked lightly, but there was a note of amusement in her tone.

“I’ve got to… I really have to…” She had to get to the bathroom now! Hannah blushed furiously and turned to leave the room, but her mother reached out to grab her arm.

“Uh-uh, little one. Where do you think you’re running off to? You need to stay where Mummy can see you.”

“But Mummy,” she whined, “I need to use the toilet!”

“Silly baby,” her mother tittered. “That’s what your nappies are for!”

But Hannah was barely listening. She was doing a full on potty dance now, squirming and bouncing on the spot with one hand pressed against her crotch. She wasn’t even sure she’d make it even if her mother let her go! “I can’t hold… Please! I need to go right now! Why do I need to go so badly?!”

“Just a little something in your baba, baby,” her mother said sweetly.

Hannah looked up quickly, her mouth hanging open. “What did you do to me?!” she shrieked.

Her mother cocked her head innocently. “It’s nothing to worry about, sweetheart. It’s just a little cocktail to help you lose that pesky potty training a bit faster. It’s recommended for all girls going through a regression sentence. Once you’ve been drinking it for a few weeks, you’ll be right back to where you were when you were two years old – not toilet trained at all!”

“No!” Hannah cried, looking utterly horrified. Her mother wanted to drug her up and make her incontinent!? “You can’t!”

Her mother raised an eyebrow at her sternly. “Hannah,” she said warningly, “Mummy’s already had to give your naughty bum-bum a spanking once today. If you think you’re too grown-up to use your pants as a potty then you’ve got another thing coming, young lady. You’re just a big two-year-old now, and two-year-olds aren’t potty trained.” Mrs Whitehouse delivered a sharp smack to the top of her daughter’s thigh, and Hannah gasped as her bladder released, and she started flooding her nappy with a powerful rush of pee. She felt the warmth spreading across her crotch, soaking into the thirsty padding of her diaper and causing it to sag down between her thighs.

“Ew! Ew! Ewww!” she cried. She reached for the tapes, intending the rip the disgusting thing off her bottom, but her mother slapped her hands away.

“No-no, Hannah,” she said slowly, shaking a finger at her like she was scolding an actual toddler. “That’s a no-no. You don’t play with your nappy. Mummy will change you when you need it. But right now, you’re acting very fussy, and I think you could do with a nap.”

“But it’s so disgusting!” Hannah cried, shifting from foot to foot and screwing up her face in revulsion as the heavy, pissy padding squished and sagged between her legs. “And I don’t need a nap! And I don’t want to drink any of that formula ever again!”

Mrs Whitehouse just shook her head with a patient smile on her face. “Babies don’t know what’s best for them,” she said condescendingly.

Hannah gritted her teeth with fury, but her bottom gave another painful throb, and she bit back her retort. She felt pathetic, but the truth was she didn’t want to go over her mother’s knee again. And she didn’t want to go to prison either. And she especially didn’t want to be sent to a state run adult discipline nursery. Was this really going to be her life for the next five years of her life? Being spanked like a child and made to take naps in a crib wearing wet fucking diapers?

Her mother stripped her until she was standing in her bedroom in nothing but her drooping baby pants. With an encouraging pat to her padded bottom, she climbed into her crib and lay on her back while her mother pulled up the side and locked it into place, leaving her trapped. She flicked a switch, and the mobile above Hannah’s head came to life. Cartoonish farmyard animals dangled from it. It started turning gently, and a sweet, tinkling, irritatingly infantile tune began to play.

“Have a good nap-nap, baby,” her mother said in a sickeningly sweet voice, and she turned out the lights and left Hannah alone in her nursery.

Clenching her eyes shut and holding her pillow over her ears to block out the tinkling lullaby sounds, Hannah did her best to ignore the hot, wet mass of padding between her legs, and slowly drifted off to sleep in her soggy pants.

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The Regression Sentence - Part 3

“Bad girl, Hannah!” Mrs Whitehouse scolded her daughter, delivering a smack to the top of her thigh and making her squeal indignantly. “You do not ask for a nappy change, little lady! And you especially do not demand one! Mummy will decide when it’s time to change you out of your icky wet diaper.”

“But Mummyyyy,” Hannah whined, whimpering and trying to protect her bottom with her hands as her mother delivered another swat to her rear, “It’s so disgusting! And you made me take a stupid nap in it!”

“It doesn’t matter if it’s a little bit yucky, Hannah,” Mrs Whitehouse said sternly. “You’re just a baby.”

Hannah clenched her mouth shut to stop herself yelling at her mother. She was a grown woman!

“Besides,” Mrs Whitehouse went on, “your nappy’s only wet. The pamphlets the court gave me recommend not changing you at least until you’ve made a poo-poo.”

Hannah went scarlet. “I’m not gonna poop my pants!” she screeched.

“Oh yes you will,” her mother said. “Your special formula does more than just weaken your bladder, little one. And Mummy feed you an awful lot of yummy baby food. After your little nap, I’d say it’s only a matter of time before the poopy express arrives.”

Hannah cringed at her mother’s words and shook her head desperately. She would never do that in her pants. But she squirmed uncomfortably on the spot when she realised her mother was right – she did need to go. She could already feel the growing pressure building in her bottom.

“But there’s no need to worry about that now, baby,” her mother said. “It’s time to go downstairs! While you were napping, some visitors arrived to see you!”

“Visitors?!” Hannah squealed, feeling as though someone had just dumped a bucket of ice over her head. She couldn’t be seen like this!

“That’s right, sweetie,” said Mrs Whitehouse, ignoring her daughter’s protests and grabbing her by the arm and dragging her out of her nursery. “Now come along or Mummy will have to spank you again.”

“But Mummy,” Hannah whimpered, “I’m not dressed!”

“Yes you are, honey,” her mother said, glancing over her nearly naked body. “Silly babies like you don’t need to wear anything but their diapers.”

Hannah’s bottom lip trembled as she focused on the sore, red bottom hiding beneath her pee-soaked nappy. She didn’t want to go through that again. But she didn’t want anybody to see her looking like an oversized toddler either! What exactly did visitors mean? Someone from the court come to check up on her, to make sure she really was being treated like a two-year-old?

But when her mother led her downstairs and into the living room, Hannah felt as though her heart had stopped. It wasn’t someone from the court. Half a dozen people were stood around waiting for her, and she recognised all of them.

Her coworkers, her former coworkers, all burst into laughter at the sight of her.

Hannah just stood there, bowlegged in her sodden nappy, with her mouth forming a perfect ‘o’ of surprise. She felt almost dizzy with shame. This couldn’t be real. It had to be some sort of nightmare!

“That look really suits you, Hannah!” Peter laughed. He was a handsome man around her own age. They’d slept together sometimes, but now he was looking at her with a mixture of amusement and disbelief, his eyes travelling over her bare breasts and down to her sagging nappy.

“Yeah, nice diapers!” Beatrice taunted. She and her friends had never got on with Hannah – they’d made no secret of how much they disliked what they called her ‘superior attitude’, and now they were all cackling like witches together, clearly overjoyed by her little demotion.

“I think someone needs a change!” somebody tittered.

“It wooks wike baby has a vewy wet nappy!” another cooed.

“Awww, look how red she’s getting! That’s adorable!”

Hannah wished she could sink into the ground and disappear. She wished she could turn the tables on the whole lot of them! Her entire body was trembling with shame and fury. She opened her mouth, intending to shout, to scream that she was a grown woman who deserved respect. But a moment later, her bowels suddenly lurched into life. The pressure in her bottom became impossible to control almost immediately. For half a second, Hannah clamped down on her sphincter and tried to hold it in. But then it was too late.

Before she could do a thing to stop herself, as if her body were acting on autopilot, Hannah scrunched up her bright red face, stuck her thickly padded bottom out behind her, and started pooping her diaper.

She was barely aware of it as her audience shrieked and roared with laughter. She was too busy squatting there in disbelief as her body filled her nappy with the yuckiest of messes. She felt absurd. She felt like a joke. Come and see! The amazing, pants-filling adult baby! She’s gone from boardrooms to baby pants! How could anyone ever take her seriously again?! How could she take herself seriously? She’d been turned into a big, stinky baby!

“WAAAAAAAH!” Hannah cried pathetically, as she finished messing her pants and straightened up with a heavy load in her britches. She could feel it weighing down the back of her nappy, causing it to sag even lower between her legs. “WAAAAAAH! I don’t wanna be a BABY! I don’t wanna! I wanna be a GROWN-UP!”

Her former coworkers just laughed even harder, and her mother came up to her with a satisfied smile, then led her gently over to the large changing may laid out in the middle of the floor. “Come on, stinky pants,” she said gently, wrinkling her nose a little. “Time for a nappy change.”

Hannah didn’t have the energy to resist as her mother lowered her down onto the mat and started undoing the tapes of her loaded diaper. She was too busy sobbing. But even her crying couldn’t block out the sound of the laughs and ‘ewwws’ as her mother opened her nappy, lifted her legs into the air by her ankles, and started wiping her clean with a back of baby wipes.

“Oh hush, little one,” Mrs Whitehouse said, swatting her daughter’s bare bottom playfully while she sobbed and wailed. “You have to get used to your new life, sweetie, because it’ll be a long, long time before you get to go back to being an adult. No more business for you, baby. No more boys either. Just staying with Mummy and being a good little baby 24/7 for the next five years!”

Lying on her back with her legs in the air, in the middle of the first of many nappy changes, the businesswoman-turned-baby could only cry at the top of her lungs.

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The Regression Sentence - Part 4

Five Years Later

Hannah opened the door to her old office and toddled inside, carrying a load of files in her arms. “Here you go, Mith Vivian,” she said, blushing at her stupid lisp as she deposited the paperwork on her former secretary’s desk. She was legally an adult again, but she was finding a lot of the babyish habits she’d developed over the last five years hard to shift.

“Good girl, Hannah!” Vivian cooed, glancing up briefly from her work to flash her a smile.

Hannah pouted, and had to resist the urge to stamp her foot in frustration. It wasn’t fair! Her sentence was over! She was supposed to have her old life back, and yet here she was stuck as her ex-secretary’s “little helper”. Hannah fidgeted with the edge of her frilly dress, and heard a faint crinkling sound coming from beneath it. Her face reddened. That was another thing that was supposed to be over.

She turned away, intending to go and sit quietly in her play corner until Miss Vivian needed another errand running, but her former secretary’s voice stopped her. “One moment, little one,” she said sweetly, and Hannah turned back around to see her dotting the ‘i’s of her report and closing the cover. Then she looked up and smiled broadly. “I was just wondering…” she began in a stage whisper, “if there were any little girls in this room who need their nappies changed.”

Hannah turned scarlet, and this time she really did stomp her foot. “I’m nodda widdle girl!” she whined petulantly.

Vivian chuckled. “You’re right, sweetie,” she said, her smile widening even further. “I should rephrase what I said. Let me try again – are there any thirty-four-year-old ex-businesswomen in this room who’ve pissed in their adult nappies and need their former secretaries to wipe their asses for them?”

Hannah’s lower lip wobbled. She didn’t want to let Miss Vivian see she was upset, but five years of tantrums had reduced her emotional control to nothing, and she couldn’t stop herself bursting into tears like a little girl. “WAAAAAAAH!” she wailed. “IT’S NOT FAIR! I DON’T WANNA WEAR NAPPIES ANYMORE! I’M S’PPOSED TO BE A BIG GIWL!”

Vivian chuckled again, looking satisfied, but she put on an expression of mock-sympathy and pulled the crying woman into a cuddle. “Poor baby,” she cooed. “Is someone having a widdle waah-waah? Let it all out, darling. Miss Vivian’s here to hold you.”

Hannah sobbed miserably into her former subordinate’s cleavage, and felt Miss Vivian’s hand sneak down her back to squeeze the sodden diaper between her thighs. She could practically sense the grin on her face as she checked her ex-boss’s nappy and found it used.

“Whoopsie-daisy!” Vivian sang happily. “It looks like the pee-pee fairy came to visit your nappy, didn’t it darling? Your diapee’s full of yucky-wucky wee-wee!”

Hannah cried even harder at that. She was legally an adult again! This was all supposed to be over! She was allowed to have a career again and be self-sufficient, but it turned out most places weren’t willing to hire a woman who’d spent the last five years living as a two-year-old. Mummy had insisted she try to get a job though, and the only place that would take her was her old work, where she was treated like some combination of lowly intern and office mascot, earning minimum wage to waddle around the office running errands, getting teased and cooed over by all the people who’d once been beneath her.

She was technically an adult again, but nobody treated her like one. She was even allowed to have sex, something she’d been denied for half a decade, but Mummy said boys wouldn’t want to go out with a girl who still needed nappies. Silly girl, they’re gonna run a mile when they find out you still poop your pants! Best to just forget about icky boys and play with your dollies instead. She’d tried to seduce Peter when she’d come back to the office, but he’d just laughed and tickled her under the chin.

Her nappies were the worst. Even after five years she hadn’t gotten used to them. They were yucky and bulky and loud and stinky. She hated them. She’d tried desperately to get potty trained again, of course, but the ability to plant her adult bottom on a little plastic potty seat before she had an accident had proved to be beyond her. When she’d been taken to the doctor and told that the effects of the special formula on her bladder and bowels were likely irreversible, she’d had the biggest meltdown of her life. She’d spent the last five years looking forward to the day when she could finally be rid of nappies forever, only to be told right at the end that soaked and stinky diapers would forever be part of her wardrobe.

“Come along, sweetheart,” Miss Vivian cooed, unable to keep the sadistic delight out of her voice as she pulled out of the cuddle and led the still tearful woman over to the corner of the room where an adult-sized rocking cradle sat waiting. “You’ll feel better after a little nap-nap, okay miss potty pants? Have a little sleep and Miss Vivian will change that soggy nappy later. I’m afraid I’m far too busy to do it right now.”

Hannah sobbed pathetically, but allowed herself to be laid down in the cradle and have a bright pink pacifier shoved into her mouth to keep her quiet. Her pissy diaper squelched between her legs.

“That’s a good girl,” Vivian crooned, grinning down nastily at her former bitchy boss. “Have a lovely sleep, little one. Maybe you’ll even get to dream about being a grown-up!”

The End

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Going full Toddler Directionary

[Chapter 1]

[Chapter 2] arrival

[Chapter 3] So icky [Chapter 4]

[Chapter 5]

[Chapter 6] Confession

[Chapter 7] Playtime

[Chapter 8] She really loves her Pampers

[Chapter 9]

[Chapter 10] Waking up Wet

[Chapter 11]

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Owned

Looking down, you still can’t believe what your life has become.

You blink a few times, but nothing changes. There’s still nothing between you and the air except the warm, infantile bulk strapped around your hips. You shift slightly, and the now-familiar crinkle echoes back at you, a constant reminder of who—and what—you are now. You know it’s not dry anymore. It rarely is. But that’s not your concern. That’s Daddy’s job, after all.

You lower your gaze again, just to be sure. Maybe if you stare long enough, it’ll feel less surreal. Maybe, if you study the way your thighs part automatically, the way your tummy sits gently over that ever-present padding, it’ll finally sink in that this is your reality now. But it never does. No matter how many times you look, it still feels like a dream. Or maybe a fantasy. The kind you used to have late at night, alone in the dark, too embarrassed to even whisper them aloud.

Now, that fantasy is your life.

You didn’t think it would ever actually happen. You didn’t think he would ever find out—your Daddy. Not back then. Not when you were still pretending to be someone else. You had a job, a schedule, responsibilities, adult clothes. You played the part so well, didn’t you? But he saw through it. Saw past the tailored slacks and confident smiles and fake independence. He saw the trembling little thing you were underneath. You can still remember the first time he called you out—not cruelly, not unkindly. Just firmly. Confidently. As though it was a fact.

"You’re not meant for all that grown-up stuff, sweetheart. You're meant for this."

Looking down now, you know he was right.

You shift again, still staring. You’ve long since stopped trying to cover yourself when Daddy’s around. He likes when you look like this. He likes knowing you know what you’ve become. He says it’s good for you to really see it. To internalize it. You’ve heard him say that word before, while you sat on the nursery floor, legs splayed, sucking your thumb because your paci was in the wash.

“Internalize.” It sounded like a grown-up word. But you understood what it meant. It meant looking down, just like you are now, and not seeing a shameful accident or a loss of adulthood. It meant seeing yourself. Who you really are.

Daddy didn’t take your adulthood. That would imply you resisted. You didn’t. Not really. Not when it counted. Sure, you squirmed at first. Tried to make deals. Tried to wear pull-ups instead. Begged to keep your clothes on. But Daddy saw through all of that too. He knew exactly how to handle you. He knew how to let you think you were choosing this when, really, you had no choice at all.

Because this is where you belong.

You look down again, just to be sure. It’s still there. It always is. The snug, humiliating embrace of your diapers. The gentle squish reminds you of how long it’s been since Daddy checked you. He’ll be back soon. Maybe he’ll change you. Maybe not. Maybe he’ll tease you about it. Call you his little tinkle factory. Maybe he’ll pat your bottom and ask if someone made a mushy mess for Daddy. Your cheeks flush even at the thought. But you don't look away. You keep looking down.

Because that’s what good littles do.

You used to fantasize about what it would feel like. Being truly taken care of. Being stripped of your burdens. Being made to let go. You never realized how deep it would go, though. How complete the surrender would feel. It’s not just the diapers. It’s not just the feeding, or the naps, or the baby talk. It’s this. This moment. Where you're standing in the middle of a plush nursery, naked but for your diaper, looking down, and feeling... peaceful.

Happy.

Loved.

Owned.

You didn’t used to know what that word meant. Owned. It sounded scary. Harsh. But now you understand.

It means not having to think. Not having to plan or hide or pretend. It means knowing Daddy has already decided everything for you—what you wear, what you eat, when you nap, how you use your diaper. And he always decides right. You used to fight that. You used to crave control. But all it brought you was stress, guilt, and loneliness.

Looking down now, with nothing on your body but the one thing Daddy wants you in, you finally feel free.

That’s the irony, isn’t it? You used to think freedom meant doing whatever you wanted. Saying no. Having choices. But all that ever did was make you anxious and exhausted. Real freedom, true peace, was giving all that up. Putting yourself in Daddy’s hands. Trusting him completely. Even when he makes you sit in your diaper a little longer than you want. Even when he refuses to let you talk like a grown-up, or makes you crawl instead of walk.

Even when he brings his friends over and they laugh softly at the way you blush when they notice how full you are.

Especially then.

You squirm a little, your gaze still fixed downward, and feel the squish between your thighs. It’s heavier now. That familiar ache is back—the one that always follows long stretches of denial and teasing. But you know better than to rub. That’s not allowed. Not unless Daddy says. And even then, it’s only on your teddy bear. Only with his permission. Only while he watches.

You look down one last time.

There it is.

The bulge between your legs. The gentle hug of padding around your hips. The physical symbol of everything you gave up and everything you gained. It’s not just a diaper. It’s your uniform. Your identity. Your status. You wear it like a badge now. Not proudly. That’s too grown-up a word. No, you wear it naturally. Like it’s always been a part of you. Because deep down, maybe it always was.

You don’t know when Daddy will come back. You don’t know what he’ll do when he does. Maybe he’ll scoop you up and carry you to the nursery. Maybe he’ll bend you over the couch and check you with a playful swat. Maybe he’ll coo and pinch your cheeks and tell you how proud he is of his little diaper dumpling.

Or maybe he’ll just smile and say, “Look at my baby. Standing there with nothing on but what she really needs. Just the way she’s meant to be.”

And when he does?

You’ll look down again.

And smile.

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Dancing Through Life

This is Part Two of the series I’m writing with @paci-papa, catch up on Part One here!

One thing is crystal clear as you lay there in a soggy diaper, waiting for your babysitters to change you:

It’s going to be a long weekend.

For the last few months, Papa had been your whole world. He made you feel so safe, so secure you never thought twice about becoming his babygirl.

You didn’t mind the wet and messy diapers you wore all day. Or how your adult clothes were swapped for your current infantile wardrobe. You didn’t even mind that your adulthood was a thing of the past, never to return.

Papa was always there to make everything better. To assure you that you were right where you belonged.

It was like the outside world ceased to exist.

“You were so right, babe. She really is better off like this! It’s hard to believe it’s her. No more attitude, no more sass. Just a well-behaved pamper packer!”

Not anymore.

Papa didn’t leave you with just any babysitters. No, you had a history with the two babysitters smiling down at you.

“Well, I wish I could take credit for the docile little thing waiting so patiently for a diaper change! But her Papa deserves all the credit. All I did was put her back in diapers where she belongs!”

Two years ago, before your new life as Papa’s poopy pamper princess, Trevor was your boyfriend. But he could only handle your attitude and immaturity for so long. Especially when your drunken escapades ended with a soaked bed.

“Well, judging by how fast she tinkled through this diaper, it was the right decision!”

You foolishly look up and make eye contact with Liv. Pee trickles into your diaper as you see her condescending grin.

Ugh, you hated Liv.

The woman who stole Trevor from you.

You remember that same condescending grin on her face when Trevor put your nighttime diaper on you before she ran off to bed with him. Or how she’d always check your diaper in her lingerie first thing in the morning.

And the horrible way she’d loudly comment that you made an “oopsie daisy in her diaper” whenever you woke up wet.

Liv stops Trevor as he walks to you with a new diaper and changing supplies.

“Babe, I’m a little concerned about Erica’s tummy. Her Papa says she usually makes a boom boom before lunch, but it’s already afternoon, and she’s only tinkled, poor thing.”

Your face turns a shade of red so bright a tomato would be jealous.

“Honey,” Trevor says, “Are you holding your poopoo?”

You cover your face in shame. “I…I…”

Liv jumps in with a sickeningly sweet voice, “Little one, you have nothing to be embarrassed about, okay? We’re your babysitters! Our job is to change poopy diapers!”

You whimper, dreading what’s about to happen. “I…don’t have to…”

“Hmm. Why don’t we help make things easy, sweetie?” Liv says, grabbing your feet, “Let’s do bicycle kicks until you fill your diaper?”

“B-bicycle kicks?” you whimper.

“Yes, little one. They always work on my little niece!”

Before you can react, Liv starts moving your legs back and forth, slowly pushing them towards you before pulling back, cycling each leg.

“Mmmm,” you whimper, doing your best not to mess your diaper in front of Liv like an actual baby.

For a minute or two, the only sounds are your diaper crinkles and Liv's humming. A loud, foreboding gurgle erupts from your tummy.

You whimper, feeling your control dwindling. Every time Liv pushes your legs, you feel your control slipping. You desperately try to fight the inevitable.

Without warning, a loud toot trumpets into the room.

“Good girl, Erica! Get all your toot-toots out!” Liv coos.

It happens slowly, then all at once.

Your eyes go wide as you feel your mess sliding slowly, inevitably, into your diaper, which crackles as you fill it. Nothing you do makes any difference.

Trevor laughs, “Wow, you were right, Liv! Works like a charm!”

You have no control, like the baby you’ve become.

Each time Liv pushes, more mess slides into your diaper. She pushes on and on, your diaper struggling to contain your onslaught.

“Almost done, honey?” Liv asks, inspecting your diaper, “Anymore poopoo and we might have a blowout!”

All you can do is nod your head, too mortified to answer.

“Awwww, what did I say about being ashamed of your stinkies, baby? They’re part of life for you now. Besides, it’s not like waiting would’ve changed anything! Diapers are your potty now, silly!”

You cower as the smell engulfs you, a constant reminder of your new place in life.

Liv pats your diaper playfully. “Such a big mess, too! You musta felt so icky holding all that in!”

“No wonder Papa needs a break!” Trevor adds, “Diaper duty for little Erica here is no easy task.”

“Oh, stop, Trev. Don’t make baby Erica feel bad, she can’t help it. She’s just a baby!”

You look up at Liv with a feminine rage that fizzles out immediately. Liv meets your glance.

She’s taunting you. She knows you’re no longer a woman—you’re a silly baby in a poopy diaper.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry, honey. Besides, I like you so much better this way! It was a mistake potty training you, but Papa is fixing that mistake! Your attitude is so much better when you’re pampered.”

Hearing that, you whimper, kicking your feet in shame. But too embarrassed to throw an actual tantrum.

As you kick, your bulging diaper sways heavily, threatening to burst.

“Awwwww, you can say that again,” Liv giggles, “Look at her go! Big girl things like drinking, sex, and work were much too big a responsibility for you. Papa was right taking them away from you.”

Trevor nods in agreement.

“Now all you have to worry about is being Papa’s pretty princess! It’s hard to have a bad attitude when you’re in a loaded diaper, isn’t it?”

Liv tickles your sides, cooing you. “Come on, lil stinker. Let’s get that diaper changed. You’re not getting diaper rash on our watch!”

As Liv changes your diaper, you can’t help but think about your new life—and what it means to be Papa’s pamper packer.

It was so easy to get lost in the silliness of being his princess when it was just the two of you. Papa made everything so perfect, so comfortable, you couldn’t help but want to be his diapered little princess.

But you forgot that you don’t get to stay home all day. There’s a whole world outside your cozy crib and comfy changing table.

And now you know exactly where you fit in.

Pamper packers like you may be cute and adorable, but nobody will ever take you seriously again. Not as an adult. To everyone, you’re nothing but an oversized baby in need of a caregiver.

You used to think of yourself as a beautiful, sexy woman. As Liv grabs another wipe to clean your poopy princess parts, you know those days are long gone.

Pamper packers don’t have sex. They get their princess parts wiped clean before being safely secured in another diaper before being sent off to play.

Later that night, the reality of your new life carries into the guest room. The sounds of Liv’s pleasure breaks the silence of the night.

You listen, imagining that it was you moaning. Getting lost in your fantasy, crinkles erupt from your bed as you desperately hump your pillow to the rhythm of the moans.

A crinkle symphony nobody will ever hear.

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Going Up?

6….5….4

The floor indicator blinks at you, a bead of sweat forming in your brow as the numbers minimize with each passing moment. But it’s not moving fast enough for you.

4

The number now glares at you as the elevator stops to pick up people on the floor just two above your room. If you could just make it to the room it’ll be okay. You bounce foot to foot, hoping it’ll relieve the ever-building pressure in your tummy.

“Are you okay, baby?”

Daddy asks, to which you curtly nod, too focused on trying not to fill your already very soggy diaper.

You and Daddy had planned this trip months ago; your second anniversary trip to the beach to celebrate two years of Daddy being your legal guardian. Of course, you were much better at potty training back then.

3….2

You whimper as your stomach growls, it seems to echo in the tiny waiting room as more and more people collect there, joining you and Daddy in the wait to go up from the beach. Your swimsuit does little to hide the waterlogged padding around your waist, causing you to get some lingering glances. 

But you don’t care, you need to go potty now. 

‘Not here, not here’

You think to yourself as more and more people crowd around the elevator doors, the numbers continue to shrink until inevitably 

1

The elevator dings, metal doors sliding open as a flurry of people collide, some getting in while others get off, but not you. 

It’s too late.

There’s nothing you can do as your legs stiffen, hands balling into fists as you feel your brows furrow and your nose scrunch ever so slightly, eyes glossing over as you stare off into space.

Your daddy watches you with a sympathetic expression, his own cheeks twinged with the slightest shade of pink; The last of the people waiting to board the elevator clamber on and hold the door open for the two of you.

“Are you going up?”

The gentleman holding the door asks sweetly, him and many others watching you two expectantly.

He’s interrupted by a rather loud toot from your backside as your diaper begins to bulge out of the leg of your swimsuit. 

“Um, we’ll catch the next one. We might be here for a minute.”

Your daddy laughs awkwardly, scratching his neck, embarrassed by the little show you are putting on for all the other patrons of the hotel. 

The deafening silence is cut through by only the sounds of you grunting.

“Oh, I see. I don’t miss those days, brother. Enjoy your trip”

The gentleman laughs, along with a few others behind him, a murmur of agreement floating out of the elevator and onto your red ears. Letting his hand fall away from the door so it can begin to slide closed.

“Stay out of trouble, stinker”

The stranger calls out before disappearing behind the door as the elevator makes its ascent. 

Your legs feel like jelly, and you can finally take a deep breath again as your body relaxes, you feel the bulk of your now soiled diaper, whimpering as you reach behind and feel the comical bulge in your swimmie. The nasty smell filling the air of the tiny room and assaulting your senses, daddy sighs.

“Cmon baby. There’s a station in the lobby, let’s get you changed.”

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Love And War - Part 1

Ally decides to mentally regress her best friend in order to steal her boyfriend. Jessica might be pretty, but Daniel isn’t going to find her quite so attractive once she’s toddling around in soggy diapers. Then he’ll be sure to fall for someone as stylish and mature as Ally. Or at least, that’s the plan...

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Ally admired herself in the mirror, leaning forward and enjoying the way her low cut black crop-top framed her generous cleavage. She gave her chest a quick shake, blew herself a kiss, and straightened up with a satisfied smirk on her face. There was no way Daniel was going to be able to keep his eyes off her when she was dressed like this – especially if her plans for Jessica succeeded.

She left her room and walked into the kitchen with her short miniskirt swishing, exposing the base of her bubble butt. Jessica looked up as she entered, and Ally noticed a slight frown appear on her friend’s face when she saw what she was wearing. Jessica herself was wearing a tight white t-shirt and jeans, figure-hugging but certainly not as flashy as Ally’s outfit.

“I’m going to get started on cooking, okay Jess?” Ally said brightly, moving over to the hob.

“Alwight,” said Jessica, and then a blush spread suddenly across her cheeks. “I mean, alright.”

Ally had to fight hard to keep the grin off her face as she got out the pots and pans. Had the hypnosis really worked?

“Daniel’s just texted to say he’ll be back soon,” Jessica went on, “so dat works nicely. That.”

Ally ignored her friend’s little slip ups, but she couldn’t help but glance over to see Jessica’s reaction, and she was pleased to see the look of mingled confusion and embarrassment on her face. She’d just have to get used to it though, Ally thought, hiding her smirk.

At that moment, they heard the sound of a key turning in the lock, and Jessica hurried out of the kitchen.

“Hi, babe!” Jessica said, and Ally thought she could hear the sounds of kissing coming from the hallway. She felt a prickle of anger, but forced herself to stay calm. It wouldn’t be long now. Let’s see if Daniel still thinks she’s so sexy with a dumb baby voice, or any of her other new little habits.

Jessica came back into the kitchen a moment later, and Daniel was right behind her. He was tall and well-built, with high cheekbones, neat blond hair and ocean-blue eyes. He flashed a smile at her as he entered the room, and Ally felt her pussy moisten.

“Hi, Daniel!” she said, a little too eagerly, and she could see Jessica eyeing her a suspiciously. Her flatmate knew she’d liked Daniel as well, but Jessica had asked him out first, and she’d agreed that fair was fair.

“Hey, Ally,” said Daniel. His voice was deep and soothing, and Ally felt butterflies tingling in her stomach. This one was going to be hers. “Something smells good,” he added.

“I’m making Bolognese for the three of us. It won’t be long, so take a seat, okay?” And hopefully it will be another chance to see just how effective the hypnosis has been.

Daniel sat down in one of the chairs around the kitchen table, lounging comfortably with one arm draped over the top. “Did you get your essay done this afternoon, Jess?” he asked his girlfriend.

“Uh, no,” said Jessica. “It’th weird. I mean… It’s weird. I sat down to do it, but I must have spaced out ‘cause suddenly it was nearly dinner-time already! Isn’t dat stwange?” Her face reddened suddenly and she raised a hand to her mouth in shock.

Daniel laughed. “You okay there, sweetie?” he asked, cocking his head and looking at his girlfriend in amusement.

“I… um… yeth!” she squeaked. “I don’t know what’th wong wif me today! I mean…” She giggled to hide her embarrassment, but there was a trace of fear in her eyes. She put a hand to her lips like she thought there might be something wrong with them.

Ally turned around and busied herself at the hob to hide her smile. Poor little Jessie, she thought delightedly. It’s going to be pretty hard to dirty-talk with such a silly lisp.

Daniel looked faintly concerned, but he was distracted by Ally bringing over a pot of spaghetti Bolognese and placing it in the middle of the table, making sure to bend down low to give him a good view of her breasts as they jostled in her crop-top.

They all sat down to eat, and Ally made sure to keep an eye on Jessica, looking out for the next part of the hypnosis to take effect. And sure enough, it didn’t take long. A few bites into her spaghetti, and Jessica suddenly started finding it much more difficult to get everything into her mouth – but she hardly seemed to notice, even as she covered her lips in Bolognese sauce, and a piece of spaghetti stuck to her chin.

“Oh, Jessie!” Ally chided, putting on a maternal, patronising, slightly exasperated tone that she hoped would give Daniel the impression this happened on a regular basis. Before Jessica could so much as open her mouth, Ally was by her side with a wet cloth, wiping her face clean like she was a mucky toddler in a highchair.

 “I didn’t realise how much of a messy eater you were, Jess!” Daniel laughed. “It’s a good thing you’ve got Ally here to look after you, huh?”

“But I don’t…” Jessica mumbled, as Ally finished wiping the sauce off her face for her, “I’m not…”

“I think we ought to get you a bib!” Daniel teased, ignoring her feeble protests.

Jessica went even redder than she had been already, and she splurted out, “Nu-uh! Don’t wanna bib!”

“Sweetheart, are you sure you’re alright?” Daniel asked, looking a little concerned again.

Jessica opened her mouth to respond, thought better of trying to speak, and closed it again. She nodded, her eyes fixed on the table in front of her. Then she went back to her spaghetti.

The three of them continued to eat their meal, and Ally chatted with Daniel casually, enjoying the way his eyes kept flitting to his girlfriend’s increasingly messy face as she slowly got more and more of her dinner all over it. He was clearly thinking that something was wrong, or wondering whether some dumb joke was being pulled on him.

“I swear, you’re as bad as a two-year-old, Jessie,” Ally scolded good-naturedly, wiping Jessica’s face clean once again after they’d finished their meal.

“I… I…” Jessica stammered, “I’m sowwy. I dunno why I’m…” She sniffled, and then, even as the other two watched, her thumb crept up to her mouth and pushed its way gently between her lips.

“Uh… Jessica?” Daniel asked cautiously.

Jessica looked up. Then her eyes widened, and she suddenly pulled her thumb out of her mouth with a wet pop and looked down at the drooly digit in alarm.

“Why don’t we go to your room, sweetie?” Daniel suggested gently, helping his helpless-looking girlfriend out of her chair. “Thanks for cooking, Ally!” he said over his shoulder. “But I think Jess might need a little lie-down or something.”

“No problem!” Ally said brightly. Once she heard Jessica’s bedroom door close, she allowed a Cheshire-cat grin to spread over her face. This was perfect. The lisping and the messy eating and the thumbsucking made Jessica look completely ludicrous! There was no way Daniel could take her seriously as a girlfriend when she acted like an overgrown toddler! And the real kicker would be what little Jessie would be doing in her bedsheets that night…

Ally went to her own bedroom and took the package out from under her bed, just for the pleasure of seeing it again. Infantilisation Hypnosis, it read on the front, causes lisping, messy eating, thumbsucking, and bedwetting. It hadn’t been hard to upload it onto Jessica’s phone, where it was able to work its way into her head through the music she always listened to when she studied. She looked down at the bright yellow label in the corner (WARNING: all effects of this tape are permanent!) and felt a twinge of guilt. But it was nothing personal. Jessica would just have to find a boyfriend who didn’t mind waking up to the smell of pee every morning. And who didn’t care that his girlfriend spoke like a six-year-old. And sucked her thumb. And made a mess of herself at mealtimes.

She’d manage, Ally told herself with a smirk, as she spied Jessica scurrying out of her room with a bright red face and a bundle of soggy-looking sheets in her arms the next morning. She was cute, after all. And in any case, wasn’t all fair in love and war?

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Love And War - Part 2

“No! No! No!” Jessica pouted, stomping her feet. “I don’t wanna wear dem! I don’t wanna! Not during da day too!”

“Sweetheart, you have to,” Daniel said gently, holding up the large disposable nappy. “You can’t go around leaving puddles everywhere.”

“Please, Jessie,” Ally implored, working hard to keep the smile off her face, “if you pee on the carpet again we might lose our deposit. Wasn’t having to pay for a new mattress bad enough?”

“But it won’t happen again!” Jessica whined.

“You don’t know that, baby,” said Daniel. “Until these accidents stop, you need to wear protection.”

“What’s wong wif me?!” Jessica screeched, her face flushed with anger and shame.

“It’s okay, my darling,” Daniel cooed, pulling his tearful girlfriend into a hug.

Ally watched with a pang of jealousy. It had been a week since she’d turned Jessica into a lisping, thumbsucking, bedwetting loser, and Daniel still hadn’t dumped her! She supposed it was only natural. He was such a lovely guy… But Ally was sure even he had his limits, which was why she’d upgraded Jessica’s bedwetting to full-on incontinence the day before. One pair of soaked jeans later, and it had been easy to push for her to start wearing her night-time nappies during the day as well. She even had Daniel on her side, and working together to ‘help’ Jessica gave her a perfect opportunity to spend more time with him. She’d noticed the way his eyes kept being drawn to her cleavage and her slender legs – he would surely be ready to fall for her instead of the childish, pants-pissing girlfriend he had at the moment.

“Come on now, sweetie,” Daniel said, pulling out of the cuddle and reaching towards his girlfriend’s panties. “Let’s get you into your protection, okay? Be a good girl, Jessie.”

Jessica whimpered, but nodded, and allowed her boyfriend to slide her underwear down her legs and position her new diaper between her thighs.

“Here,” said Ally, moving forwards eagerly, “let me help.” She held Jessica’s nappy in place while Daniel did up the tapes on either side. Her babified best friend covered her face with her hands while they worked together to get her diapered, and when they both stepped back to admire their handiwork, Ally couldn’t keep the satisfied smirk off her face any longer.

Teary-eyed, and with a puffy pair of Pampers wrapped around her well-toned butt, Jessica looked utterly absurd. She looked like she belonged in an adult nursery, not a university – not that Jessica had been going to college much over the last week, given her shame over her embarrassingly babyish new voice.

Jessica sobbed when she looked down at the bulky diaper hugging her waist, and she rubbed at her eyes with balled-up fists. Then she suddenly let out a loud yawn.

“Want another lie-down, Jessie?” Daniel asked kindly, kissing his girlfriend on the cheek.

“Uh-hu,” she said. “I donna why, but I’ve started getting weally tired after wunch.”

You certainly have, thought Ally, happily. She hadn’t been able to resist adding the compulsion to take regular afternoon naps into Jessica’s hypnosis. It wasn’t nearly as bad as any of the other habits she’d implanted in her friend’s mind, but the idea was to give herself and Daniel more time alone while Jessica was busy being tuckered out in bed.

Daniel and Ally helped her into her room and into bed – Ally taking particular pleasure in taking off Jessica’s top for naptime, enjoying the way her large breasts clashed ridiculously with her diapered bottom.

Once Jessica’s head hit the pillow, she was asleep almost instantly.

“She’s so cute,” Ally said. She reached into her pocket for her phone, intending to take a picture, but it wasn’t there. She swore she’d been misplacing her phone a lot over the last few days. But no matter. She’d have plenty of opportunities to take pictures of Jessica looking like a big dumb baby. Maybe she could even post them online.

“She certainly is,” said Daniel. “Sleeping like a baby.”

There was something paternal about the way he said it, and Ally’s eyes sparkled with anticipation. Jessica had clearly gone from girlfriend to toddler in his mind.

“Just a cute little baby,” Ally agreed, moving right up next to Daniel, and reaching out to grab his crotch. He let out a quiet gasp, but Ally grinned when she felt his cock harden under her fingers.

He turned into her, pulling her body up against his and reaching down to grip her bubble-butt with his hand. Ally felt elated. It had worked!

“Just a baby,” Daniel echoed thoughtfully. “But then, after all the hypnosis you had her listen to, it’s only to be expected.”

Ally felt as though her heart had dropped into her stomach. He knew! She looked up fearfully into his face, but she was relieved to see he was smiling. There was a slightly mischievous look in his eyes. He gripped her bottom more tightly, pulling her body even closer into his, so that her breasts were squished against his muscular chest.

“You knew I needed a real woman, not a stupid little girl like Jessie,” he said. “Is that what you were thinking?”

“That’s right,” Ally said breathily, regaining her confidence. This was even better than she’d hoped! “A real woman like me.”

“Wha-” came a tired, confused voice from the bed. Jessica had opened her eyes, and she was looking up at the pair of them. “What are you…? No! No, no, no! He’s mine! Daddy’s… Daniel’s mine!” Jessica got up on her knees, scowling at them petulantly, looking distraught. She opened her mouth again, but she was cut off by a sudden loud fart from her behind. Her face went white, and for a moment she just knelt there on the bed, open mouthed. Then, with an undignified grunt, she filled her nappy with a large, heavy, smelly load.

Ally burst into laughter. “Awww,” she taunted, watching the seat of her former best friend’s nappy sag heavily between her legs, “Sorry Jessie, but you’re a bit too little for boyfriends, don’t you think? You’ll going to be far too busy pooping your diapers to get any more action with guys, I’m afraid. In fact, just to show you exactly what you’ll be missing, I think I’ll fuck your boyfriend right here in front of you. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“It certainly does, Ally,” Daniel said casually, interrupting her gloating, “but first, why don’t you go and get one of Jessie’s wet bedtime nappies out of the diaper pail and put it on?”

“I… W-what?” Ally stuttered. But her body was already starting to move. Without her consent, she felt herself walking over to the diaper pail that sat in the corner of Jessica’s room, half filled with the yucky nappies that Jessica had soaked over the past few nights. “What’s going on?!” she squealed, as she lifted the lid and picked out one of Jessica’s sodden, well-used diapers. “Why can’t I control my body?!”

“That would be the hypnosis you’ve been listening to over the last few days,” Daniel explained. “It works a little differently to the tapes you used, but the results will be just as effective in the end.”

“No!” Ally shrieked, her eyes wide and terrified, as the reality of what was happening started to sink in. “You can’t do this! Please! Oh God, please don’t make me like her! You can’t!”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Daniel said gently. “You won’t be like Jessica.”

“I… I won’t?” Ally asked fearfully.

“No,” he said. “You’re going to be her big sister! But not much bigger.” He smiled. “Just out of diapers will do.”

Ally let out a scream of horror, but she could already feel a strange tingling in her head as the hypnosis worked on her brain. There was only one thing on her mind as she taped Jessica’s cold, sodden, used nappy onto her own bottom. Daddy said she’d be out of diapers soon, and she couldn’t wait.

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Love And War - Part 3

One Week Later

“Who’s my good girl?” Daniel cooed. “Who’s Daddy’s happy baby?”

Jessie squealed and giggled on the changing table as her ex-boyfriend tickled her sides, and when he bent down to blow a raspberry on her tummy, she let out a girlish shriek of pleasure.

“Let’s finish getting you changed, little miss pee-pee pants,” Daniel said playfully, straightening up. He reached for the tapes of Jessie’s nappy and started changing the twenty-something-year-old woman’s pissy Pampers, pulling down the front to reveal the soggy yellow padding within and got to work cleaning her up with a pack of baby wipes.

Jessie squirmed impatiently on the table, but a quick smack to her bare bottom settled her down, and when Daniel passed a baby wipe over her wet pussy, she closed her eyes in pleasure and let out a sensual moan so at odds with her infantile situation that he couldn’t help but laugh. Jessie didn’t get to have sex anymore, but she still had an adult body – and as a result, she spent a fair amount of her time bent over her stuffies, humping them desperately in her full diapers.

Daniel wiped the pee-pee off her bottom and private parts, and slid her sopping wet nappy out from underneath her bottom, replacing it with a fresh one. Holding her legs in the air by her ankles, he slipped the new nappy underneath her and settled her butt down onto the thirsty padding. With a wet thump, he dropped her used diaper into the nappy bin next to the changing table, then he bent over the infantilised young woman lying before him and finished taping up her latest pair of adult-sized Pampers.

Finally, scooping her up into his arms, Daniel lifted his ex-girlfriend off her changing table and deposited her on her hands and knees on the floor, naked except for her thick nappy. He kept the flat nice and warm, and his ex-girlfriend didn’t care much about modesty anymore. She was perfectly content to crawl around the apartment with her breasts dangling beneath her and her thickly diapered butt on full display.

Daniel had just given her a firm pat on her padded bottom to send her off to play with her toys, when a second young woman appeared in the doorway.

Ally came toddling into the room totally nude, bottom jiggling and bare breasts bouncing alluringly, without even a pair of training pants to give her any modesty. With one hand pressed against her pussy, and a look of desperation on her face, she looked utterly helpless.

Daniel couldn’t help but grin at the sight of her. Just for fun, he’d used the hypnosis to turn Ally into a total exhibitionist, a girl with a compulsion to strip off her pull-ups and run around in her birthday suit whenever she felt the urge. Ally had always been the type to enjoy dressing up in stylish clothes that accentuated her feminine curves, riding the line carefully between dignified and slutty. Now all her assets were completely on display, and there was nothing dignified about the way she ran around the flat with her large, bare breasts jiggling all over the place. She looked adorable (and a little absurd), and that was just the way he wanted her. Daddy’s silly little nudist.

“Potty Daddy!” she screeched, clutching between her legs and hopping on the spot in a ridiculous potty dance. “Needa wee-wee!”

“Just hold on a second, baby,” Daniel said reassuringly, looking around for her potty. He’d decided that the toilet was far too grown-up for someone as immature as she was, so now Ally did all her business on a little plastic potty designed for toddlers.

“Nodda baby, Daddy!” Ally whined. “Big giwl!”

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Daniel said distractedly, spotting her potty sticking out from underneath Jessie’s crib and hurrying to pick it up. “You’re my big girl, and Jessie’s big sister! You’re not a silly baby who needs nappies, are you?”

“Nu-uh!” Ally agreed, still hopping and squirming in place.

“Here you go, darling,” Daniel cooed, placing the pink plastic potty down on the floor in front of the wiggling woman and lowering her plump bare bottom down onto it, just in time. A tinkling sound filled the air, and Ally’s face relaxed into a blissful smile.

Daniel smiled too, partly out of sadistic pleasure and partly because Ally looked simply adorable. As a result of the hypnosis, she was stuck permanently in potty training, able to use her plastic training potty most of the time, but still prone to the occasional wee-wee accident on the floor. Daniel didn’t mind the clean-up. It was worth it to see how cute and helpless the formerly proud woman looked standing in a puddle of her own pee, sucking her thumb anxiously and hoping Daddy wouldn’t spank her bottom for making a mess.

“That’s a good girl!” Daniel praised, but Ally’s mind was far too simplified to pick up his slightly taunting tone. “That’s my big toddler!”

Ally just grinned stupidly up at the man who’d taken away all of her dignity and independence and intelligence, and turned her into an overgrown two-year-old dependent on him for everything. Then, once she’d finished going pee, she stood up, spun around, and bent over at the waist, presenting herself to him without a shred of modesty.

Daniel chuckled at her behaviour, and used the pack of baby wipes on the changing table to wipe her clean. He was going to enjoy taking Ally out in public, watching her toddle about in her training pants and pulling up her shirt to show strangers her “big boobieth”. But still, he didn’t care about her any less than Jessie. As far as he was concerned, they were both his sweet, silly little baby-women.

Really, he thought, they’d all got what they’d wanted. He got to have two beautiful, overgrown babies to take care of, and they got to have a loving Daddy to take care of their every need. But they would have to share him.

After all, it was only fair.

The End

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Too Soft Pt.1

"So," Caprice blushed, glancing down at her feet, "that's why I came to you."

Her friend and roommate, the former cheerleader, Nadia, raised an eyebrow. "Because you think I'm soft?"

"No, that's not what I meant!" Caprice shook her head, starting to feel flustered. "Not soft, just..." She struggled to come up with a word, ending with a defeated shrug. "Sorry, maybe this was a bad idea."

Nadia chuckled. "I'm only teasing you... But are you sure you want to change who you are for some guy? That's not the Caprice I know."

"Not change," Caprice told her, uncertain if she believed it herself. It was strange that the two girls had become friends at all, especially back in high school... Caprice still had a goth kind of style, which she'd toned down a little, and, after meeting Justin, was considering toning down a bit more so she didn't scare him away; Nadia was a girly cheerleader, always happy and carefree in their school days, which hadn't changed since they'd moved in together, helped along, no doubt, by the fact her parents were loaded, and covered her half of the rent most months. "Just... slightly modify, until he can get to know me better."

"Is he really worth even that?" Nadia asked. "Let me see his picture... I'm sure you've found his Insta already." Caprice had, of course, reluctantly pulling it up, handing the phone over to her friend. "All right, I guess so," she giggled almost instantly, though that didn't stop her from scrolling. "All right, so we wouldn't want to change you completely... We just need something to hint that you have a soft side under all... this," she gestured to Caprice's nearly all-black outfit and dark hair. "I'll have to think about this one."

"Really?" Caprice whined before she could stop herself. Justin was new at her job, and, so far, unclaimed... That wasn't going to last for long, however.

"Somebody's impatient," Nadia said. "Okay, then, let's brainstorm... What's something cute, that would show you aren't always all doom and gloom? Maybe an animal of some kind... Unicorn? No, that's a bit too kiddy... A dolphin? A bunny?" Caprice shook her head. Those felt too girly, too much like something Nadia would like... Which was why she'd come to her, of course, to incorporate a bit of her style into her own, but it still had to feel like her. "All right," Nadia took it in stride. "Maybe something smaller, more subtle..."

All of the sudden, it hit her. 'Smaller' helped, since it was, indeed, much smaller than any of Nadia's suggestions, but Caprice liked to think she came up with it on her own. "Butterflies!" she exclaimed.

"Oh, that's good," Nadia smiled. "Let me see... Do I have anything with butterflies you could borrow that wouldn't seem too obvious..." She started to look around her room, making a token effort to dig through her drawers, and her closet, although Caprice couldn't recall ever seeing the girl in anything that would work. "I do have one thing," Nadia told her, after a few minutes. "But I don't think you're going to like it..."

She was right. "It's from one of my babysitting jobs," Nadia explained. "Actually, I think it would be very good... It has butterflies, and it hints at a little secret, which would soften you up even more, and give kind of a reason for why you're..." She waved her hand in Caprice's direction again. "You."

"I don't want him to think I'm a bedwetter!" Caprice's face turned bright red. "That's insane!"

"It's not bad anymore," Nadia ignored her, continuing to brainstorm. "But you still wear them, just in case..."

"How is he even going to see them? Caprice tried instead. "I was hoping for, like, a necklace or something..."

"Don't worry," Nadia assured her. "We'll make it work. And it will work... You came to me for a reason, right? Trust me..."

It went against all her instincts, but Caprice did. That was how, a couple days later, she found herself back in Nadia's bedroom, butterflies flapping violently inside her as she looked at the childish thing in her roomie's hands. "M-Maybe it won't be big enough," she said hopefully. Nadia unfolded it, Caprice's eyes growing bigger alongside it, until she could see that definitely wasn't a concern.

"Come on," Nadia ordered. "You asked for my help... Let's go!"

"Th-Those are just like underwear, right?" Caprice blushed, seeing them fully unfurled now. "I-I can..."

"Now!" Nadia snapped. "He'll be here any second!"

Caprice sighed, slipping out of her pants and undies, hesitating only a moment before stepping into the waiting Goodnite, letting Nadia tug them up her legs. They snapped into place around her bottom, fitting perfectly, as if they'd been bought for her, and not one of Nadia's charges. They were so thick and infantile compared to her regular underwear... Caprice wrinkled her nose, squirming, instantly questioning this whole plan.

It was too late. "That's him!" Nadia's eyes lit up at the sound of the doorbell. "You'd better wait here... You might not make it back to your room in time. Just lay down on my bed instead."

"B-But," Caprice protested, wanting to point out that her room wasn't that far, that she could probably get there before Nadia answered the door and brought Justin back to the hallway; Nadia was already gone, taking the clothes with her, leaving Caprice with nothing to cover herself, other than what was in Nadia's closet, none of which was likely to fit her well.

With a sigh, she sat on the bed, trying to find a position that seemed comfortable, casual, while her heart kept racing faster and faster, waiting for the sound of footsteps approaching, knowing that Nadia wasn't going to knock, that it was part of the plan for her to just open up and 'surprise' Caprice before she had finished getting ready... They'd discussed it, and Caprice had okayed it, largely because Nadia had told her it was the most natural way to give him a glimpse, and then Nadia would close the door and give Caprice a chance to get dressed... Although, now that she was in Nadia's room, she wasn't sure how that would work...

It was too late to worry about that now. The door opened, and Caprice looked up, trying to look as sexy as she could, all things considered... However, the door didn't close. "Caprice!" Nadia scolded, marching in. "What did I tell you, young lady?! I know your bed might not be super comfortable with the plastic sheet, but it's there for a reason, and I don't have it on mine! What if you fell asleep?! Were you going to do the laundry?!"

This wasn't the plan... Caprice blushed, squirming in her bedwetter pants, realizing Nadia had just implied her problem was far worse than what they'd discussed. "N-No, I..." she shook her head.

"You know what?" Nadia stared down at her, "I think we're going to have to get those diapers after all... If you can't stay off the good furniture, we might just have to Now, go back to your room and think about what you did, unless you want a spanking!"

Caprice had never seen Nadia act this way, so authoritative.... Was this what she was like when she babysat? It would have been impressive, if it hadn't been in front of the boy Caprice wanted to impress. "Nadia, I..." she started to say. She yelped as Nadia snatched up the hairbrush from her nightstand, bringing it down hard on her backside, the padding of the Goodnite helping protect her... But not much. The pain, and shock, of it was enough to make Caprice let loose a trickle of pee into her pants, something she could only pray the other two didn't notice.

"Go!" Nadia pointed to the door, Caprice scrambling to her feet... Just for Nadia to stop her, to grab her arm, her other hand reaching down, giving her Goodnite a caress. "See?" she sighed. "This is why you wear them, Caprice... And why you're supposed to stay off my bed! I'll change you later."

Caprice was absolutely mortified. She wanted to explain things to Justin... But how?! By telling him she was trying to trick him?! Humiliated, and confused, she slunk away, and, as she walked down the hall, she could hear Nadia saying, "I'm sorry, I'm not usually like that... With her, I kind of have to be, though."

"That's all right," Justin replied. "Honestly, it was kind of hot..."

Caprice could hardly believe this... That was supposed to be her! It was almost like Nadia had done it on purpose, had used her, the way Caprice had wanted to use her. Except, instead of Nadia helping Caprice show Justin she had a soft side, Nadia had used Caprice to show she wasn't all soft... That couldn't be it, though, could it? Nadia wouldn't do that... Especially since it would mean, if she and Justin got together, that Caprice would have to be a naughty little bedwetter - one who could soon end up in diapers - under the thumb of her strict roommate/babysitter. And she might even start making Caprice wear protection to work, to keep Justin from noticing anything there, from suspecting it was an act...

As Caprice looked down at her damp Goodnite, rubbing her sore bottom, she had a bad feeling Nadia would, in fact, do exactly that... And that it had already started.

-Sweetybebita

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Too Soft Pt.2

Nadia was probably the last person Caprice would have expected to be scared of, but that was before any of this had started. She shouldn't have cared what her roomie thought - not to this extent, anyway - certainly after the stunt she'd pulled, and yet....

Her eyes darted over to her door, snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of what could have been an approaching footstep. She froze, guts twisting, not knowing if she'd prefer it to be Nadia, or Justin, imagining what either would say if they burst in and caught her here. Thankfully, after a few long, tense moments, she didn't hear anything else, so she let out a sigh of relief, convinced it had been her imagination.

It wasn't really against the rules... There weren't any rules. None of this was real, no matter how real that whack with the hairbrush had felt. Nadia had made it all up. So Caprice could do whatever she wanted... It was clear she was no match for Nadia, so she wasn't going to confront her directly, and calling the other girl out on her lies would involve exposing her own, but, at the very least, she could dress like a grown-up again.

The only thing that gave her pause was Nadia's promise - or threat, more like - that she was going to change her later. That had been for show, right? She wasn't actually planning on doing that.... If she was, it would almost definitely have to happen in front of Justin, since he was the cause of this whole humiliating disaster in the first place. There was little point continuing it if he wasn't there to witness it.

Caprice didn't think Nadia would go that far, although she hadn't thought the girl would go as far as she already had, either, so she clearly wasn't suited to judge what her roommate was capable of. She might try to make Caprice wear these awful, childish Goodnites when Justin was around, if Caprice couldn't manage to talk her out of it when they had some time alone next, but she wouldn't make her wear them other times, would she? Why would she do that?

So, as long as she got back to her own room to hide out before either of them saw her, and stayed there until Justin left, she was safe. First, however, she had to get changed, and cleaned up. She blushed as she slid the Goodnite down her legs, horrified as the wet spot she saw in the padding inside, reminding her again of what she'd done to herself. It looked bigger than she'd realized... If she hadn't known any better, she might have thought it was a real accident...

She shook her head, stepping out of it and tossing it into the garbage, away from her, doing her best not to look at it again while she wiped herself off, happily pulling on some real underwear, and her pants. Instantly, she felt much better, almost enough to go face down Nadia and confront her in front of Justin... Almost. She gave her bottom a rub, blushing, heart starting to speed back up, terrified of what could happen if she'd followed through on those daring plans. It definitely wasn't worth it.

She sighed, gathering up her courage as she stood in front of the door, preparing herself for the dash back to her room, where she could hide out until Justin went home. It was a straight shot, no big deal... Unless she was caught before she made it. She closed her eyes, fingers closing around the doorknob, taking one more big breath before she yanked it open, stepped outside...

"Whoa!" Justin exclaimed, as she nearly ran right into him.

Caprice wasn't sure what happened, exactly, if it was the surprise of her hope of an unseen escape immediately vanishing before her eyes, or the memory of what had happened earlier coming back to haunt her. She only really knew one thing, and it was something she didn't like, was trying desperately to stop, fidgeting in place, mortified.

"I didn't hear the toilet flush," he told her. "Did you not make it in time? I saw you were in here, and I didn't want to disturb you, so I was just waiting, and... Uh-oh!"

She groaned, following his gaze down, even though she didn't have to. She'd felt her panties growing wet, the thin fabric quickly growing drenched and starting to spill out into her pants, but she'd hoped it wasn't bad enough for him to notice, that she'd be able to stop it before that point... She was wrong. "Please don't tell her," she whispered, stunned that this was happening for the second time in one day, both times in front of him.

For a second, she thought he might take pity on her, might have feelings for her after all, at least to the point where wouldn't want to get her in trouble... Then, he shook his head. "She's just trying to help you, Caprice. Nadia!"

Caprice gasped, trying to back into the bathroom, grabbing for the door, but she was too slow, Justin catching her wrist, holding her in place until Nadia arrived. "Caprice!" her roomie scolded. "Again?! We have company! I don't have time for you to act out like this now!"

"I-I'm not!" Caprice insisted, squirming in place.

"Did you fall asleep?" Nadia asked.

Caprice hated the implication, didn't want to play into it... But if she told the truth, it might give Nadia an excuse to... She shook her head, horrified at the thought. "Y-Yeah," she lied.

"No, it happened out here," Justin jumped in. "She was just coming out of the bathroom."

"Thank you," Nadia told him, as Caprice's stomach twisted at the betrayal. "Lying now, too? Why didn't you just use the potty when you were in here, silly? It's almost like you want this..." She stepped forward, past Justin, getting ahold of Caprice herself. "Let's get you cleaned up..."

"I-I can do it myself!" Caprice whined, grateful that Justin pulled the door shut, instead of watching, though he still got a good view of her once Nadia her her out of her pants and underwear, wiped dry again, and marched her back to her own bedroom, where she was put into a fresh Goodnite, after only a few blessed, brief minutes out of the first.

"I'm very upset with you, young lady," Nadia informed her, reaching over and grabbing her hairbrush.

"No!" Caprice yelped, panicking. Justin was in the doorway, and she didn't trust him to let her past, so she did the only thing she could to try to get away, hopping up on the bed, as far from Nadia as she could. "Please, Nadia!"

"Honestly, I don't know what I'm going to do with you," she sighed. "Justin, I know this is a lot to ask, but... Well..." She stepped over to him, pulling him close, talking low into his ear, giggling, the pair finishing up with a kiss, even though they'd just met that day. "You're a lifesaver."

Caprice watched him walk away, heard him step out the front door, then looked down at Nadia, still standing there, waiting, hairbrush in hand. She'd wanted to confront the other girl about everything, but this didn't feel like the right time. "H-He's gone," she said instead. "You don't have to... Y-You're not really going to..."

"You'll find out exactly what I'm going to do as soon as you get down from there," Nadia threatened, tapping the hairbrush on her palm. "And if you don't do it right now, it's going to last twice as long, young lady."

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Too Soft Pt.3 Last Part

Caprice had always assumed Nadia was a push-over, but, after today, she knew the truth. "Nadia, please," she'd sniffled, staring down at her from her perch on the headboard, her eyes firmly fixed on the hairbrush still in her roomie's hands.

All it had taken to make her move was an ominous, "One..." from the other girl.

"I'm coming!" she'd squeaked, like a scared little kid, scrambling down and over to Nadia, hoping that would give her some mercy... It hadn't. The only thing that had stopped the spanking she got - the second of the day - was when her bladder gave in, partway through.

"Caprice!" Nadia had scolded. "Honestly... This is your third accident today! It's almost like you really do need these!"

"I-I don't!" Caprice had insisted, tears streaming down her face as she rubbed her throbbing backside, the Goodnite having given her minimal protection from the hairbrush, although now she was definitely glad she'd had it on. "I-I'm not a little girl!"

"No, you aren't," Nadia had agreed. "Judging by all this, I'd say you're more like a baby."

"Nooo!" Caprice had wailed, kicking her feet helplessly. "I-I'm not a baby!"

But Nadia had deposited her onto the bed, ordering her to stay kneeling there until Justin came back, and, like an obedient child, Caprice had been too scared to disobey. She squirmed, praying she didn't know what he was returning with, that she was mistaken... What else could it be, however? And, after yet another accident, would she really be able to deny that she needed them?

Sure enough, when she heard him walk in, she could also hear a soft crinkling, along with a giggle from Nadia. "They're perfect!" she praised him, followed by a wet smacking that made Caprice's cheeks go pink, certain they were kissing behind her. "Thank you so much... Let me just take care of this, and then we can use my bed for something much more grown-up than what I'm about to do to her."

"Nadia...!" Caprice whimpered, finally working up the courage to turn around.

In an instant, she lost it again, as Nadia snapped, "Caprice!" in return, the smaller girl squeaking, spinning her head back away from the other two. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you... You are such a naughty little piddle-pants..."

"No, I'm not!" Caprice pouted, gasping at the sensation of Nadia giving her Goodnites a squeeze.

"Three times," her roommate reminded her. "Three times since Justin came over alone."

And Caprice couldn't even deny it. She had, indeed, done that... "B-But..." she sputtered, struggling to think of another argument, something else to get her out of this, coming up empty-handed.

"These are long over-due," Nadia held up the package of diapers. "I should have had you in these a long time ago..."

"I'll give you two some privacy," Justin offered, slipping out of the room, while Caprice gaped at the diapers, eyes widening.

"Th-Those are... b-baby diapers..." she gulped. She'd seen plenty of actual toddlers wearing those... There was no way they could fit her! It should have been a comfort, though the fact that Justin had bought them for her, thinking they would, kept them from doing that.

"And what are you?" Nadia asked, spreading out a changing pad onto the bed. "Those Goodnites you've been wetting all afternoon are for kids, too, and I've seen more than one get promoted right from these," she squeezed the pack of Pampers, "into those."

Caprice really hoped she was lying, or exaggerating, that she'd be spared that one humiliating, at least... She let Nadia guide her onto the changing pad, get the soggy Goodnite off her, wipe her down with some chilly baby wipes. She gasped when the girl finally extracted one diaper from the package, however, stomach churning as she saw how large the biggest size really was.

"N-Nadia," she wriggled. "Y-You don't hafta..." Her roomie lifted her up by the ankles, like a real baby, slid the baby diaper under her... It was so thick, and soft, like a cloud under her bottom... It was almost hard to be mad about it, until she felt it being pulled up between her legs, spreading her thighs involuntarily, heard the crinkling of plastic... "No, Nadia!" she whined.

But, by then, it was already done. Nadia was an expert at this, at dealing with fussy toddlers, and Caprice had been no more difficult than one of them. She swallowed, sitting up, staring down at herself, eyes watering. Nadia had been right... They fit her perfectly, like she was nothing more than a baby...

"Now, come on," Nadia held out her hand, Caprice feeling too tiny and helpless to resist taking it, toddling along beside her, out the door, where Justin was waiting. Caprice buried her head in Nadia's side - although, of course, he already knew who she was, and was getting a good view of how much those diapers suited her.

She was taken to her bedroom, tucked into bed, Justin watching from the doorway with a smirk. "Night-night, Caprice," Nadia kissed her on the forehead. "We'll try again tomorrow, and see if you can behave a little better then... Until now, you are not to leave this bed, do you understand?"

"Y-Yes, ma'am," Caprice answered quietly.

"Good girl," Nadia smiled, leaning in and whispering, "I'm going to be much too busy in my own bed to deal with you."

Caprice shivered, blushed, as Nadia strutted away. She thought that would be it, that she would be alone, in her bed, the rest of the afternoon, and evening, and night, put to bed far too early for her to even hope not to have to use her diaper before she was allowed out the next morning. To her surprise, Justin came in, however, instead of following Nadia.

Caprice burrowed under her covers, glad they were there to hide her diaper, though he'd already seen her in them, had bought them... "Goodnight," he told her, patting her on the head. "I bought you another little gift while I was out getting your Pampers." Her eyes lit up a bit, unsure what to expect, but letting herself hope it was something good, that it was some sign that, despite all this, he felt sorry for her, might be sympathetic towards her plight...

"There," he smiled, slipping an oversized, pink pacifier into her mouth. "Oh, good, it does suit you! I wasn't sure pink was your color, but... Well, I didn't expect any of this." He chuckled, giving her diaper a pat through the blankets, confirming he hadn't somehow forgotten about them. "This definitely suits you more than that tough girl act you put on at work."

That was, obviously, the whole point of this... But she'd never wanted, or expected, it to go this far. "Sweet dreams, Caprice." He walked away, leaving her there, sucking away at her pacifier, wondering how long she'd be able to last before she wet herself for the fourth time that day.

Cred: PrincessPottyPants

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Image source - @crinklebug

Shelly stretched and yawned, sunlight streaming in the window to spill across the bed. Things had been easier since Eric decided she was too “simple” for adult responsibilities. Now, he let her sleep in, watch television, and he even snuggled her whenever she wanted. There was just the one drawback.

The moment she opened her eyes, her belly gurgled and churned. Shelly was used to the feeling by now, but the next step was disgusting. Still, she had to admit that Eric had been so much sweeter, her life so much happier, since her return to diapers.

With every meal, Eric now insisted she take a pasty fiber supplement. Each dose primed the time bomb in her colon and went off each morning. She slid from bed, still unable to do… that… between her sheets. Moving made the mass in her abdomen squelch around, nearing the end of its inexorable journey through her digestive tract.

As her feet hit the floor, her saturated disposable diaper drooped, but the leg gathers remained in place. Two involuntary contractions wracked her at once. Shelly doubled over with the immense bowel cramp at the same instant her rectum clenched in its daily desperate attempt to evit the inevitable.

As it had each morning for nearly two months, the former won out over the latter. She let out a gasping, almost orgasmic grunt, drawing it out into a childish little wail as her DIY mud pie splurted and glolloped out of her helpless anus.

“Good morning, my sweet little stinker,” Eric said from the doorway behind her, “When you’re done filling your britches, I’ll reward my sweetie for being such a good girl.”

It horrified Shelly that the veiled promise of sex still sent fire through her shit-plastered loins. She shivered and moaned as another contraction overcame her.

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The Secret Waterfall (Part 1)

By ManitobaDiaperDaddy

(Fantacy/Fiction All parties depicted are 18+)

It was late Friday night when Dani and I got home. We had a long night out with a big steak dinner and then a horror movie. We both love horror movies, but Dani is usually on edge after a good scary movie. She always needs her daddy to calm her down. Drinks are always a good way to calm her down, so I said, "It will be okay, Danipoo(that was my nickname for her). We're going to stop in at 'The Lounge' on our way home. Does Princess like that idea?" Dani's face lit up and in the cutest voice says, "Yes, Daddy!" The Lounge was her favorite place to have drinks. It's like a rustic cabin setting with a fireplace. "Are you sure Danipoo? Daddy will have to check your diapers when we get to the lounge. I don't want you leaking on the seats!" Dani was so embarrassed. She blushed so hard. She always feels so little when I call her 'Danipoo' and gets extra shy. The fact that she is wearing a thick diaper and stuffer under her overalls didn't help. Dani really wanted to wear big-girl undies tonight, but I told her, "Since it will be a long night out, I'm putting you in a thick diaper and stuffer. That should hold you until we get home later. Public bathrooms are gross and not a place for little processes like you." Dani pouted and grumbled but didn't dare act out. She didn't want to risk it earning a punishment. She was trying extra hard to be a good girl for Daddy this week.

We arrive at The Lounge. I get out, walk around the car, and open the passenger's door. "Okay, Danipoo, get out. Let's check your diaper." Dani's face turns bright red and covers her face in embarrassment. In a louder, sterner voice, I'm sure nearby people could hear, I say; "Little Miss Danipoo, get out right now. Daddy needs to check your diaper!!" Dani knew not to push it, so she quickly got out of the car. I unbutton her overalls and lift her shirt to expose part of her diaper so I can check it. I also check the car seat. "Okay, Princess, your diapers are pretty soaked, but i think you'll be okay for a couple of drinks." Dani's face lights up again. After buttoning up her overalls and giving her a hug, I kiss her on the forehead and say, "Let's go have some drinkipoos." Dani giggles, and we go inside.

While having drinks, we talk about the adventures planned for the next day. Dani is so excited. We are going to one of our favorite nature places. A fairly unkown waterfall that we've hiked to every autumn for the past 3 years. It's a 3 hour drive and then a 3 hour hike to get to the falls. It makes for a long day, but it is so worth it. The views with the fall colors and the waterfal are very photogenic. Dani is super extra excited to get some photos of herself with the falls behind her. She has been going on and on about it all week. "I can't wait to get some photos tomorrow, Daddy. I got my big-girl clothes all picked out." With a cocky tone, I say, "That's nice, Princess, but you know the rules. You only get to wear big-girl clothes if you can stay dry 3 nights this week. You've already woke wet the last two mornings. If you wake up wet tomorrow, you can forget wearing big-girl clothes. I will be picking out what you'll be wearing!" With confidence, Dani tells me, "I can be a big girl! I'm gonna be dry tomorrow, Daddy. Yup, I will be dry!"We'll see, Danipoo! We'll see." Little did Dani know, I was going to make sure she would wake up wet. After 2 drinks, I decided we should get going as we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. Being so petite, after only 2 drinks, Dani was feeling pretty tipsy. On the way home, Dani kept talking about her big-girl photoshoot tomorrow. I just smile and nod, knowing the naughty adventures I have planned for her.

We get home and get settled in. The first thing I do is take Dani to the bedroom and get her out of her soaked diapers, clean her up, and into a fresh pullup for night. "There you go, Danipoo, already for night night. Let's see if you can be a big girl and stay dry tonight." Blushing, Dani replies; "I will be dry, Daddy. I promise!" I smile, and we leave the bedroom. Dani goes and sits down on the couch and turns on the TV while I pour us both a nightcap. Something we always do before bed. After 2 drinks at the lounge and a nightcap, Dani will be sleeping soundly tonight. Dani doesn't know, but in the last 3 nights, I've been sneaking medicine into her nightcap that makes her constipated. Dani hasn't messed her diaper since Tuesday morning. I've also made sure we've had big meals for dinner the past few days, including tonight's steak dinner.

Dani hates messing her diapers, but the rules are that all messes go in diapers. Only special occasions is she allowed to use the big-girl toilet. Cummies after messing are also mandatory. Cummies 3 times, then you can have a change. I also film Dani when she messrs her diapers. She is not allowed to mess without my permission and me filming her. It's my own diaper messing diary of Danipoo. I absolutely love the expressions on Danipoo's face when she has to mess but tries to hold it. Eventually, she can't hold it anymore and fills her diapers like a baby. I love how after messing her diaper, she grimaces and says in the cutest voice; "Ewww Daddy, it's so yucky. I messed my diaper, Daddy. Ewwwww!" The look of defeat on her face knowing that she is stuck in that messy diaper until I change her is priceless. I always make her sit down in her messy diaper a few times before she gets her first of 3 cummies with the magic wand.

So we finish our night caps, so our bedtime routine and head to bed. "Goodnight, Danipoo. Sweet dreams, Princess. Let's see if you're dry in the morning. Heehee. " In a sleepy voice, Dani says, "I will be dry, Dadda....!" Almost instantly, Dani is fast asleep. It's time to make sure Dani wets her pull-up. I sneak out to the kitchen and grab a bowl, and fill it with warm water. Same thing I've done the past 2 nights. I sneak back into the bedroom and carefully put Dani's hand into the warm bowl. Just like clockwork, she floods her pull-up. Almost to the point of leaking. I quietly put things away and sneak back into bed. Now to try and get some sleep. I'm excited about the adventures i have planned for Dani tomorrow.

8am alarm goes off!

I wake up first and roll over to wake up Dani. "Good morning Princess, time to get up and get ready for the day's adventures!" She had no idea what she's in for today. "Good morning, Daddy," Dani replies in a sleepy voice. I leave to go to the bathroom. Soon after waking up, Dani gasps when she realizes the horror of what she did. She wet her pullup. In fact, she wet it so much she leaked and wet the bed. Dani's heart sunk, knowing that she just lost her big-girl clothes privileges for the hiking adventure and knew she'd get punished for wetting the bed on top of that. Especially after she promised she would be dry in the morning.

After giving Dani enough time to realize the predicament she's in, I walk back into the bedroom. "Oh my, Danipoo, what did you do?? Did you wet the bed?? I thought you said you were going to be dry this morning?! Looks like you are nowhere near ready for big-girl panties. You can't even keep a pull-up dry overnight!" In an extremely desperate voice, Dani pleads."I'm sorry, Daddy, I didn't mean to wet the bed. Please, Daddy, can I still wear big-girl clothes? Pretty please. I'll be good, I promise Daddy!!" With a stern voice, I reply; "No you can not, Little Missy. Absolutely not! You know the rules. 3 dry mornings to earn big-girl privileges. You only had 2 dry mornings this week. You will wear what I prepare for you and I don't want to hear any complaints or we will not go to the waterfall. With tears in her eyes, Dani quietly says; "Yes Daddy, I'm sorry! I'll be a good girl." "Okay Princess. Now get in the shower while Daddy gets your clothes ready for our hike today." Dani slowly heads to the bathroom, sulking the whole way.

While she's in the shower, I prepare what she is gonna wear for the day. Firstly, I place two extra thick diapers on the bed and a stuffer. I pick out some pink thigh-high stockings and a pink dress. It's the most babyish dress she has and will only barely cover the thick diapers she will be wearing. For under her dress, I choose her favorite "I love Daddy" onsie. I pick out a nice white toque and white running shoes to finish off the look. And a few extra special items, including a 3 level remote controlled waterproof vibrator. Which I'm really looking forward to using on Dani. Happy with everything I picked out, I head over to the bathroom to check on how Dani is doing. Dani is just finishing drying off. I ask her to cover her eyes. I guide her to the bedroom and stand her in front of the bed where her clothes are laid out. Not wanting to forget this moment, I grab my camera and start filming.

"Okay, Danipoo, open your eyes and see what Daddy has picked out for you to wear today." Dani uncovers her eyes and gasps with a look of shock at what she has to wear. Dani starts sobbing, "Please, Daddy, I don't want to wear that babyish dress!" With a very stern voice, I say; "Sorry Princess, that is what I picked out for you, and it's what you're wearing today." Stomping on the floor, Dani snaps back at me."It's not fair, I wanna wear big-girl clothes!" "Ok, Missy, I've had enough backtalk." I grab Dani by the arm and bend her over my knee and begin to spank Dani's bare bum. "This is what bad-girls get for taling back to Daddy."

After several good smacks, Dani's attitude finally smarted up. "Ok, princess, get on the bed it's time to get you dressed." With tears running down her cheeks, Dani crawls onto the bed and lays down. I grab one of the extra thick diapers and place a stuffer inside. I then grab the second diaper, cut slits into the plastic backing, and place it on top of the stuffer. I tell Dani to lift her bum as I slide her diapers in place. I use some baby oil to oil up Dani's princess parts and diaper area. Dani let's out the cutest giggle as I apply a generous amount of baby powder.

Just before I take on the first diaper, I insert a remote vibrator into Dani's little private parts. "What is that, Daddy?" Dani asks nervously. "Oh nothing, Danipoo, no need to worry. It's just something you will like. Trust me." "OK Daddy." I start to tape on the first diaper. "Oh my , Danipoo, your tummy is so bloated. Your made messies in a few days. Daddy is gonna have help you with that if you don't mess your diapers soon."

Dani grimaces at the thought of me helping her mess. It usually means getting and enema and she hates them. Of course I enjoy giving her them. Heehee. So, I then help Dani in her fav pink onesie and snap it closed at the crotch. "There you go Princess, that will keep your diapers nice and snug. Dani blushes and covers her face with her hands in embarrassment. Then I grab her babyish pink dress. "Stand up Danipoo, let's get you into your dress." "No!" Dani replies. "Do you want another spanking, Missy?" I ask. "No Daddy!" Dani replies in a soft defeated tone and reluctantly gets up.

After zipping up Dani's dress I help her into her thigh-high socks and toque. "There you go Princess, you're all ready for our day of adventures." Dani is not as thrilled as I am with her outfit and gives me a mean look. "Hey Missy, better turn that frown upside down, or we will stay home, and you'll get some corner time." The thought of not going, and corner time, made Dani change her attitude quick. "Let's take a look at Daddy's cute little daiper princess. Turn around and show Daddy your outfit." Dani turns around for me. She looks so incredibly babyish. The dress is just barely hiding her thick diapers. "Daddy, these diapers are too thick. I can't touch my knees together. "Little girls who wet the bed need diapers. You've proved that this week. Since there are no bathrooms where we are going and no garbage disposal sites you will have to use your diapers. I put you in 2 thick diapers and a stuffer so you won't need any changes until we get home later." "But Daddy, my dress barely covers my diapers. People are gonna notice." "It's OK princess, there won't be anyone else around. No one will see your big thick diapers." Dani calmed down a bit. She doesn't realize once she wets her diapers, and they swell up, the dress won't be able to hide her diapers anymore.

"You look so adorable, Danipoo! I can't wait to take many pics and videos of you on our adventures today." Dani blushes even though she is still pouting about losing big girl outfit privileges. She looks so cute in her outfit. Especially with her little bloated tummy. Having not messed in days, she is gonna have a big mess soon. Little does Dani know that I will be helping her with that later.

"Okay, Princess, now go and get breakfast ready while Daddy finishes packing up things for the trip." "Yes, Daddy." Dani replies as she leaves the bedroom. I am taking along another extra thick diaper, the vibrator remote, and a few extra something special for later. After we eat breakfast and I pack up our food for a picnic at the falls, we load up the car. We're about to leave when I remebered one thing. I run back into the house, come back and clip on Danipoo's big pink pacifier, and stick it in her mouth. "There you go, Danipoo, now we're ready to go." Dani's face turned bright red with embarrassment. Dani is a total baby, and there is nothing she can do about it. She has to accept her big-girl plans for the day are completely gone.

It's now 10 am, and we leave for the hike to the falls. A few minutes street we leave I turn into the gas station. "What are you doing Daddy?" Dani asks nervously. "I have to get gas Princess and we are gonna get some snacks for the drive. Of course, I made Dani come into the store with me. "Let's go get some snacks Danipoo." Dani doesn't want to be seen in her babyish outfit and paci but she has no choice. Dani doesn't want to get in more trouble. She already lost her big girl privileges and got a spanking once today. Reluctantly Dani gets out of the car.

She is so embarrassed and definitely getting a few looks. After playing, we head out on the road. With a big smile, I say to Dani; "You're being such a good girl, Danipoo." Dani blushes and gives me a big smile back as I put her pacifier back in her mouth. "Now keep being a good girl and sit quietly for Daddy as he concentrates on driving. Can you do that, Princess?" Dani turns to me and smiles with the pacifier in her mouth and nods. I put on some music and continue on. About 45 min later, I reach into my pocket and take out the vibrator remote. It has 3 settings. Low, high, and instant orgasm. I show it to Dani; "Okay Danipoo, since you're being good for Daddy and wearing what I picked out for you, I've decided your punishment for wetting the bed this morning is going to be pleasure for both of us. With a garbled voice and surprised yet concerned look on her face, Dani days; "What's that in your hand Daddy?" I look at Dani, smile and press the low setting. Dani instantly starts moaning. Low setting is too weak to orgasm so it's a great way to keep her stimulated and wanting more. I can tell from the look on Dani's face that she is really turned on and enjoying the vibrator. Desperately wanting to cum, Dani starts rubbing her diapers but they are way too thick. I see Dani rubbing her diapers and immediately I turn off the vibrator. With my right hand I grab both her hands. Dani spits out her paci and with a very firm voice I say "NO! Danipoo, you are NOT allowed to touch your diapers. They are off limits. Only Daddy is allowed to touch your diapers. IS THAT CLEAR MISSY??!" "I'm sorry Daddy I won't do it again." Dani replies. I put the remote away for now and place Dani's paci back in her mouth. "Now keep being quiet for Daddy. We still have over 2 hours until we get there.

About an hour later I see Dani has fallen asleep. Time to wake her up. So, I take out the vibrator remote and set it to high. With a jolt Dani wakes up, spits out her paci and starts moaning loudly while squirming in her seat. On high setting the vibrator is strong enough to make you cum but usually takes a minute or so. As Dani starts moaning louder and faster she instinctively puts her hands on her diapers as she is close cumming. I shut off the vibrator as soon as I see this. Dani instantly pulls her hands away from her diaper and is about to say something when I put her paci back in her mouth.

20 minutes later I turn to Dani and say "Okay Princess, we're gonna play a fun little game. How long can Danipoo sit perfectly still and be quiet for Daddy while he plays with his remote. The rules are simple. You must keep your arms to your sides and the paci stays in your mouth. If you be a good girl, Daddy might let you cum." Dani obediently nods to me. She is so horny now she'd do anything to cum. I set up cell on the dash to video record and point it at Dani. "Okay Danipoo, here we go!" I set the remote to low and sit back to enjoy the ride.

Dani's facial expressions while concentrating not to move or make a sound while the vibrator massages her princess parts is so enjoyable to me. She can also see her self on the cell phone recording her. I leave it on for a good 20 min before I ask Dani how she is doing. "Pwease Daddy, can I have cummies?? Pwetty pwease!!" Dani desparately mumbles through her pacifier. She looks so incredibly adorable as she begs to cum. So I set the vibrator to high. "Thank you Daddy!" Dani mumbles as she is trying her best to not to squirm or make more sound but it's too intense and she can't sit still or stop moaning. I leave it on high for about a minute. Dani is now struggling not to touch herself and moaning loudly. I am enjoying every minute of this. I can tell she is close to cumming so I turn the vibrator off again. Dani spits out her paci desperately starts begging me turn it back on. "Pwease Daddy! Pwease let me have cummies!!!" I look at her, she is so cute and hot in her desperate state I almost turn it back on "No Danipoo, that's enough for now." I say as I put the remote away. "Keep being a good girl and Daddy will let you have some more later. Okay Princess?" I can tell Dani so badly wants to throw a temper tantrim but she knows if she does, there will be big consequences. Dani obays my orders and with a big pouty face replies "Yes Daddy" and puts her paci back in her mouth. After letting Dani sit and pout for 20 minutes I say, "Would Danipoo like some snacks? I got you your favorite!". Dani's pouty face is now replaced with joy, "Yes Daddy!" she replies clapping her hands with excitement....(to be continued)

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Smell Your Place

The soft tick of the nursery clock marked the passage of time with a syrupy slowness. Plush pastels and the faint, ever-present scent of powder clung to the walls like a second skin. Somewhere distant, a lullaby played.

Clarice stood at the edge of the hallway, arms folded neatly over her starched uniform, her eyes narrowed with quiet calculation. She had her rounds, as always, and her expectations—meticulously kept, unwavering.

Maid Briony had been on shift for three hours.

Three.

And yet…

Clarice’s heels clicked once, then again, as she made her way into the laundry room, where Briony stood dutifully folding a mountain of bibs and onesies. Her posture was stiff, her expression focused, almost…proud of herself. Clarice’s eyes dropped instinctively to the seat of the girl’s uniform—where the telltale puff of padding should have drooped, shifted, or darkened.

It hadn't.

Still dry.

“Briony,” Clarice’s voice came silk-sweet, but her steps were sharp as a blade slicing through butter. The maid turned, eyes wide, alert.

“Yes, Miss Clarice?”

The head caretaker didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she stepped forward, gliding with the kind of presence that turned air into atmosphere. Without asking, without warning, she lifted the hem of Briony’s uniform. A rustle of stiff plastic followed as Clarice pressed two fingers against the front of the girl’s diaper, then flattened her palm over it.

Smooth. Dry. Still crinkling softly, like new.

Clarice’s eyes flicked up slowly, her smile never touching the chill in her tone. “Three hours on the clock and not even a little sag.”

Briony swallowed, eyes dipping.

“I—I didn’t feel the need yet, Miss Clarice. I thought maybe after the next feeding…”

“You thought?” Clarice echoed, almost amused. “Is that what we do here, Briony? Think like big girls?”

Briony flushed a deep red, the tips of her ears glowing.

Clarice let the uniform fall, but her fingers didn’t retreat entirely. Instead, she tapped lightly against the padding. “You’re here to follow, not think. Filling that diaper is your duty just as much as your tray or your mop. And right now, it's a failure.” Clarice’s next step was slow, deliberate. She reached forward, not harshly but with a firm grip on the front of Briony’s collar and pulled the maid to her knees.

“You clearly need a reminder of what a good woman on this staff smells like,” she murmured.

Then, without hesitation, she pulled the girl close and pressed Briony’s face snugly into the soft, warm back of her diaper. It sagged slightly from use, thick and unmistakably swollen.

“There we go,” Clarice said sweetly. “Breathe deep. Smell that? That’s what success smells like here.”

Briony shuddered, lips parting softly, her face nearly melting against the padded warmth. “You’ll be like this soon,” Clarice promised, pulling back just a little and lifting Briony’s chin. “Or you’ll be back on the street. Your choice.”