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Blowout Sale

Lara held her Daddy's hand as she waddled into their local ABDL shop. Ever since the 27-year-old former assistant account executive had given herself completely over to her boyfriend as his silly little adult toddler, her life had been forever changed. Long gone were the days of drinking at bars with her friends. Going out to fancy lunches with her co-workers was a distant memory. And, the thing that chaffed the most, spending her Saturdays exploring department stores and small boutiques looking for the cutest and most stylish clothes, was a thing of the past.

But, today, Lara's Daddy was giving her the opportunity to scratch her shopping itch, if only just a little. Their local ABDL shop was holding a Fall Blowout Sale! Everything in the store was deeply discounted. It was the perfect opportunity to restock her little wardrobe and, embarrassingly, her changing table. However, even though Lara'd be shopping for new diapers and onesies instead of lingerie and fashionable outfits, she was still excited at the prospect of new clothes and the thrill of hunting down an incredible deal.

When Lara and her Daddy got to the store, it was packed. Dozens of littles, dressed in ridiculous outfits that barely hid their fluffy undergarments, wandered the aisles, racks, and displays in the store, accompanied by their caregivers. After seeing one woman near her age wearing nothing but a tight onesie, huge diaper, and monkey backpack leash, Lara couldn't help but feel lucky that her Daddy let her wear a skirt over her own purple onesie, even if it did little to hide her own diapered state.

Seeing the large discounts on everything in the store, though, quickly drove thoughts of what she and the other littles were wearing out of Lara's mind. Like a kid in a candy store, Lara quickly began pacing through the stores aisle, collecting cute onesies, booties, shirts, skirts, dresses, and yes, even diapers in her size. Her Daddy just looked on as his charge giddily collected item after item off the store's shelves and racks.

As Lara loaded her cart with the cutest diapers, onesies, pacifiers, and other babyish items she could find, her nose slowly registered the growing smell of not one, but a number of messy diapers. Seemingly every time Lara passed another little, she caught a deep whiff of poopy pampers.

"Daddy, why is everybody so stinky here? Don't their mommies and daddies ever change 'em?" Lara asked her Daddy.

"Shush, Baby Girl! It's mean to call people 'stinky' just because they had a little accident. Plus, I have a feeling that it's not going to take long before another little girl is waddling around with a load in her pants to!" Her Daddy responded with a knowing smirk.

As if in answer to her question, Lara's tummy rumbled ominously, causing the diapered women's face to turn beet red. Lara knew her Daddy was right. She hadn't made a messy diaper in two days and with the breakfast of raisin oatmeal and prune juice Daddy had fed her, it wouldn't be long until her own pants were full of a sticky brown mess.

"But, Daddy, you'll change me right away if I make a stinky, right? You wouldn't let me waddle around smellin' up the store on my special shoppin' day?" Lara whispered desperately at her Daddy.

He responded with a soft smirk.

"We'll see, Little One."

Lara did not like the tone of Daddy's answer.

As if talking about Lara's imminent messy situation had somehow expedited it, Lara felt the pressure in her bowels grow to the brink of desperation over the next few minutes. As her stomach rumbled ominously, she released a few cute toots into her padded backside. Knowing her accident was imminent and she had no chance of convincing her Daddy to take her to the potty, Lara did the next best thing and sought as much privacy as she could to do her business.

Pretending like she was examining the hem of a pink skirt-all hanging on a rack, Lara let herself drop into a deep squat. With a quick look over each shoulder to make sure no one was watching her, she let loose. With a soft grunt, Lara pushed, letting loose two days of saved up mess load up the back of her puffy pampers.

As the two days of mush loaded her pants, Lara heard the sound of the snaps of her onesie popping from the weight of her mess. Blushing, Lara couldn't help but think this was the worst accident she had ever had. It felt like someone had loaded her pants with a gallon of sticky oatmeal. As Lara crouched, frozen by the clothing rack, clutching the hem of the pink skirt-alls she was looking at, her loaded diaper poking out below the bottom of her skirt now that the snaps of her onesie had given up, she planned how she was going to approach Daddy and ask for a change.

Lost in thought, Lara didn't notice as Daddy walked up behind her. When he spoke, she jumped, causing her to lose her balance and fall firmly into the mess that was once dangling from her backside. Lara grimaced as she felt her poop seemingly explode in her diaper as her butt cheeks settled into the pile in her pants. Her face turned red as she felt her mess squish around her ass, and, somehow work it's way up her back past the top of her comically large diaper.

"What're you looking at, Baby Girl?" Daddy asked, a knowing gleam in his eyes, as he watched his girlfriend become startled by his voice and fall to the floor. "Oh, this is nice!" He said, grabbing the skirt-alls with one hand, determinedly ignoring the smell radiating from his little, whose face was beet red on the floor.

"Um, Daddy," Lara said softly, "I, um, had a little accident. Do you think I could get some changies?"

"Oh, you had a little accident?" Daddy asked as he dramatically sniffed the air, "I guess it certainly does smell like it. Stand up and let me check it out."

Delicately, Lara got up from the ground, spreading her legs farther than before in an attempt to limit spreading her mess any further. She felt like she turned an even darker shade of red (if that was even possible) as she felt her Daddy flip up her skirt and the now dangling back flap of her onesie.

"Oh, Baby Girl! This is not a 'little' mess. You've got stinkies all of the way up your back!" Daddy exclaimed as he inspected Lara's diaper. "Well, I guess it's time to check out. Let's get everything paid for so we can go get you changed."

Lara, feeling deeply ashamed at the severity of her accident, protested, "Daddy, please! I know they have changing tables here! Please just change me now before my messy gets worse!"

Grabbing the skirt-alls off of the rack, Daddy ignored Lara's pleas, "Sorry, Little One! We don't have time! Let's take the cart and check out, and I promise, afterwards, we'll get you all nice and clean."

Frustrated that her bowels had betrayed her and so thoroughly ruined her shopping trip as well as her diaper, Lara waddled behind Daddy in shame. Her over-capacity diaper sagged heavily between her legs as they moved towards the register, drawing the eyes and giggles of everyone else in the store. Lara kept her eyes glued to the floor as they worked their way towards the register in a futile attempt to ignore the attention.

Lara kept her eyes glued to the floor as the young woman at the register scanned the items Lara had been so proud of discovering earlier. The beeping stopped as, to Lara's relief, they had finally come to the time to pay and leave.

"Alright, your total is $487.50," said the perky sales clerk, "But, if I'm not mistaken, I am pretty sure I smell a discount in someone's pants!"

Lara looked up, panicked at those words. What did sales woman mean when she said that she smelt a discount in her pants? As Lara looked at the playful grin on the other woman's face, Daddy spoke.

"Yes, you do! Little Lara has been bargain hunting all morning, but, wouldn't you know it, she just happened to find the biggest discount in her diaper right here in the store! Now, Lara, turn around, bend over, and let the nice lady check for our discount!"

So shocked, confused, and conditioned to obey, Lara did as Daddy said. She turned around, backed up to the counter, and beant over, allowing the clerk to flip up her skirt and onesie like her Daddy has some earlier, revealing the full extent of her messy backside.

"Oh my goodness! A full blowout! You really came prepared for the sale, didn't you sweetie," the clerk giggled as she inspected to poop smeared all the way up Lara's back, not unlike when an infant blows out their diaper. "That's a whole 80% discount, and the first full blow out I've seen all day! Great work, Little One!" The clerk continued.

Thoroughly confused by the sales clerk's words as well as mortified at having the most disgusting diaper she had ever worn examined by a stranger, Lara turned to look at the sign above the register for the first time. Her jaw dropped as she read it:

"BLOWOUT SALE!!!

The bigger the blowout, the bigger the discount!

All merchandise discounted based on your Little One's diaper!

20% Off for a Soggy Bottom!

50% Off for Messy Pants!

80% Off for a BLOWOUT!!!!

Just ask your friendly sales clerk for a diaper check to get your discount!"

Daddy watched as his baby girl read the sign, amused at her shock and outrage.

"What, baby? You didn't realize what type of blowout sale this was?" He said, laughing at Lara's shock and confusion.

"With the discount, your order will be $97.50! What a deal!" The clerk said, interjecting herself before Lara could say anything.

"Wonderful! I'm glad I brought the best little bargain hunter I know out for this trip!" Daddy said as he handed over his credit card and gave Lara's diaper a playful smack, further spreading around her mess. "Please bag this all up quickly though! I know one little shopper who is more than ready for a trip to the changing table!"

Lara stood stunned as she watched the woman bag her goods. As she watched the diapers, onesie, and baby supplies being tucked away, she slowly realized this was the only type of blowout sale she'd be shopping for a very long time.

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“It’s ok sweetheart. I know you’re shy but you can just push it into your pampers and mommy will change you afterwards in the women’s locker room. Just pretend like it’s only you and mommy here. Just push out the poopoo into your pants for mama”

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“Now lean forward for me, miss, and take a look through this little machine for me. Good? You’re feeling comfortable?”

Sherry nodded - or tried to. It was difficult to nod when your chin and forehead were strapped firmly against the cool pads of the ophthalmologist’s crazy-looking eye-checking apparatus. “All good,” she mumbled as best she could, staring aimlessly through the two lenses before her and into the dark depths of the machine. God, this was so boring. Why couldn’t they just scan her eyes once and be done? After this she bet that doctor dude would start beaming a flashlight in her eye and telling her not to blink. Like who could even do that?

“Just relax now and stare straight ahead for me, okay?” the elderly doctor told her, sounding vaguely apologetic. “We’re going to need to run a full scan of both eyes, and the entire process does take a few minutes. It doesn’t hurt a bit, though, so don’t worry about that…” Sherry sighed in exasperation, but before she could voice her complaint over how much damn time this was taking and how she had to be back in the office in half an hour, she heard the door close… and the lights vanished.

What the hell? “Hey!” she called, but there was no response. Her hands reached up to try to extricate her face from this machine - but then she caught herself. No. This was probably all part of the eye scan, wasn’t it? They needed her eyes to dilate open in the dark, of course. Well, geez - would have been nice of them to warn her… She stared into the darkness, noticing now a faint light growing in what seemed to be an immense void. It began to shift and sway, pulsing vaguely in an irregular rhythm that shifted and spun and refused to settle down.

Look straight ahead, a voice suddenly intoned from seemingly nowhere, startling the young woman almost out of her chair. Do not blink. Do not move. You are being scanned. Sherry willed her eyes open, staring stubbornly into the increasingly-bright swirls of color pulsing around her eyes. The patterns were so strange…hypnotic…wonderful… She wondered vaguely if they made screensavers like this. She’d download it, in a heartbeat. So pretty and artsy. So wild…bright…colorful…

In the darkened the examination room, any witness would have heard this unsuspecting young woman’s breathing quicken, then gradually slip into a more shallow and even rhythm over the ensuing minutes. Her muscles, previously tensed, now relaxed as she sagged gently forward into the machine that held her head prisoner. “Yessshhh…” one might have heard her breathe lazily. “Yessshhh, I’ll… be goooodd… Gooooo…” The lights were spinning and flickering wildly now within the machine, as the diabolical program implanted round after round of subliminal messages into the passively receptive patient’s head. It was only a matter of time now until the process was complete…

Ten minutes later, the lights flickered back on, and the doctor entered, this time accompanied by two expectant-looking nurses. “Ah, just as promised,” the one nodded, eyeing the patient’s prone form collapsed forward into the machine. “I told you that new Hindsight program was powerful.” The other tittered dryly. “I’d say! Looks like she’s already lost most of her dignity, too…” The doctor eyed the warm puddle dripping from between the woman’s legs with distaste. “Just clean that mess up and get her out of here, okay? I’ll be in my office to finalize our transaction as agreed.” He snorted and left the room amid the nurses’ giggles.

“Me goooo…. Gaaaahhhh…” Sherry was drooling and babbling as the nurses unhooked her from the machine and began stripping her right there on the floor with practiced efficiency. “Buh gaa boo gaa…” “Is that right, baby?” one of the nurses tittered, slipping a pacifier-shaped gag between Sherry’s drooling lips and strapping it tightly behind her limp neck. “Oh, honey, you’re such a cutie! I can’t wait to see you on camera for us…” The other grinned sadistically and held up three translucent lozenges before slipping them easily into the girl’s bum. “What I can’t wait for is to see her squatting and shitting her brains out on stream! Folks pay a ton for that stuff, you know…” Their laughter was lost amid the rustle of the bulky white diaper being fastened around the now-mute, blank-eyed patient: the first of many, many more to time…

An hour later, a dark van slid quietly out of the Green Mountain Eyecare parking lot, two prim nurses in the front seats. Thanks to its tinting, nothing could be seen of its rear passengers. Which was probably for the best. For on the floor one might have glimpsed the naked, diapered, gagged, and trussed form of the entranced Sherry, strapped tightly to a body board and staring vacuously up at the ceiling. She had no idea where she was headed. But then again, she no longer had the faintest notion who or what she was, either. None of the best performers on “Hypno Diaper Sluts” ever did. All she would know from now on  was brilliant colors…the gurgle and coo of her own babbling voice…and the growing weight of her own increasingly soiled diapers.

Had she known the outcome of her little appointment with the eye doctor, of course, poor Sherry probably would have fled in horror. But of course as they say, hindsight is twenty-twenty.

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The Challenge

You’ve worked at Regression School for over a decade. You’ve seen all kinds of Littles—reluctant ones, rebellious ones, even clever manipulators who smiled sweetly and plotted potty escapes the moment your back was turned. But none—none—had ever been quite like Melanie.

She didn’t cry when she was admitted. She didn’t protest during orientation. No, Melanie had stared you down, pacifier clipped neatly to her alphabet-print shirt, and simply stayed silent.

Day one had passed uneventfully. She’d sat quietly through nap time, toddled obediently through the halls in her light-up shoes, and even colored neatly within the lines. But she hadn’t asked for the potty. Not once.

You made a note of it in her chart, just like all the others.

But day two had been… different.

The scene replays in your mind like a snapshot—Melanie in the middle of the reading circle, crinkling just slightly in her training pull-ups, legs crossed daintily and an air of defiance in her every motion. The class was quiet, listening to Miss Jenny read "The Little Bunny’s Big Day", and Melanie had shifted once… then again… and then—

A soft hiss.

You weren’t the only one who noticed. Her pull-ups bloated subtly under her sundress, then darkened. You watched the creeping stain, the slow sag. By the time she stood up, it was clear—too clear.

“Oh no, sweetie,” Miss Jenny had said gently, taking her hand. “Looks like you need a change.”

Melanie’s eyes found you across the room.

It wasn’t an accident. That much was obvious.

She wanted you to see.

There wasn’t embarrassment or shame in them. Only a glint of challenge.

And so, on day three, you did what any seasoned caregiver at Regression School would do when confronted with such behavior—you removed the option for rebellion.

No more training pants. No more pull-ups. Melanie was returned from the changing room swaddled securely in a thick white medical diaper, double-taped at the hips, with a telltale yellow wetness indicator running down the center.

She didn’t say a word about it.

But her eyes found yours again.

Still challenging.

Still daring you.

You called her to your office after lunch. Not because of misbehavior—she’d followed every rule to the letter—but because you needed to understand her. Littles who gave up too easily were boring. Ones who resisted forever were exhausting. But Melanie… she was something else.

The door to your office clicked shut behind her with a quiet finality. Melanie didn’t flinch. She didn’t even glance at the plush pastel posters or the stack of reward stickers lined up like medals on your shelf.

She flopped into the chair across from your desk with practiced ease, legs parting carelessly, the thick white diaper beneath her riding high and proud, crinkling as she settled in.

“Well?” she asked, eyes steady on yours. “Gonna give me another sticker for coloring inside the lines?”

You folded your hands on the desk.

“No,” you replied, voice calm but firm. “That’s not the point. Most Littles need days—sometimes weeks—before they finally let go. They cling to their old habits, clutching at that last shred of potty training like it’s sacred. But you…” You let your eyes travel down briefly to the faint yellow bloom beginning to show on her diaper. “You gave it up from the start.”

Melanie didn’t look away. But the corner of her mouth twitched half amusement, half bitterness.

“So what do you want?” she asked, voice low and cool, though her fingers fidgeted slightly on the soft pink arms of the chair. “A tantrum? Some tears? You won’t get them.”

You leaned back in your seat, studying her.

“Why you’ve surrendered so easily… but still look at me like you're winning.”

That cracked something. A flicker behind her eyes. She sighed and reached up to brush a lock of auburn hair off her cheek, the pacifier bouncing lightly on its clip.

“You think I had a choice?” she said finally. “We both know what Regression School is. No one gets enrolled and leaves with their potty training intact."

“So that’s it, then?” you asked softly, watching her shift again in the chair. “You’re just going to go along with it? Play the perfect Little, as long as you get to pretend you’re still in control?”

Melanie’s eyes sparked again, her lips curling—not sweetly, not submissively, but with a slyness that could cut.

“I never said I was pretending.”

The silence was punctuated only by the quiet hum of the overhead fan. And then—

She shifted her weight with deliberate slowness, planting her feet on either side of the plush chair, knees spread wide. The pacifier on her clip bobbed gently with the motion. Her hands slid to the cushioned arms, steadying herself, and her gaze never left yours.

Then came the sound.

It started soft. A barely audible grunt from Melanie, low and unhurried, followed by a sudden crackle, muffled by layers of thick padding. Her brow furrowed slightly, not in discomfort, but focus. A long, hot breath escaped her lips, and the unmistakable squish and squelch of her diaper filling echoed faintly between the walls.

You watched as the pristine white bulk beneath her dress puffed outward at the back, sagging visibly, discoloring slightly around the edges. The wetness indicator had already begun to blur from yellow to green, but now—now it was joined by a bulging distortion that left no doubt. The smell followed quickly, sweet and sour, familiar.

And Melanie?

She grinned.

“Oops,” she said, voice syrup-sweet and mock-innocent. “Guess I really am settling in.”

You stared at her, half in disbelief and half in awe.

Most Littles hid it the first few times. Curled up, covered their faces, whimpered. But Melanie—Melanie leaned back, legs spread, a fresh mess ballooning softly in the seat of her now thoroughly used diaper, sagging and squishing as she shifted her hips just a little more.

“This what you wanted to see?” she whispered.

You didn’t answer right away. You couldn’t. Because this—this wasn't surrender. It wasn’t defeat.

It was power.

And Melanie knew it.

“Well,” you said finally, rising from your seat and circling your desk slowly. “I think it’s time for a fresh diaper, little one.”

Melanie just smiled wider, utterly unashamed. “Then you better bring the thick ones. I don’t think I’m done yet.”

She wasn’t embarrassed.

She wasn’t broken.

She was in control of this, of you, of the moment.

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Sarah felt the back of her diaper expand and get considerably heavier. As the warm mess spread over her bum she realised that she had no control over it, she was fully incontinent and dependent on her diapers. Her mother had won, she finally accepted that she was the newest baby in the family and that the humiliation of having her diaper changed by her little sisters will be part of the norm moving forward. A grunt escaped her lips as her body pushed the last of her mess into her nearly overflowing diaper.

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Eighteen and Not in a Hurry

Disclaimer: All characters depicted in this story are 18 years of age or older, regardless of any situations, settings, or behaviors described. This work is intended for adult audiences only and is purely fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Today was the day.

Eli woke up feeling the weight of the number. Eighteen. Officially an adult but only on paper. Here, turning eighteen didn’t mean being done with childhood — it meant starting potty training.

He squirmed under the soft comforter, the familiar crinkle from his diaper following his every move. His morning diaper was warm and full — not unusual, not even unexpected. His caregiver, Marla, would be in soon, probably with that usual, cheerful voice and a fresh set of tapes in hand.

Sure enough, the door creaked open.

“Good morning, birthday boy,” Marla sang as she walked into the nursery with a warm smile, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear as she approached the changing table. The pastel walls glowed softly in the morning light, shelves of plush animals peeking over the padded, wipeable top of the sturdy changing table. “So... I was thinking, maybe today’s the perfect day to start trying pull-ups.”

Eli stiffened slightly, his face tightening. “Do I have to?”

Marla paused, her smile softening into something more thoughtful. She loved Eli deeply, and she had been thinking that his eighteenth birthday might be the right time to check in on his readiness. "Of course not, sweetie," she said gently, brushing a hand along his hair. "But just for today, since you turned eighteen, I thought we could see how ready you are for potty training."

“I’m not ready,” he interrupted, eyes downcast. “What if I need to go number two? I don’t wanna... I mean, I can’t do that in a potty. Not yet.”

Marla sat on the edge of his bed, her voice gentle. “You’re afraid?”

He nodded, cheeks burning. “It’s scary. I don’t like the idea of it. What if I mess up?”

She took his hand. “Then we don’t rush. Okay? We’ll stick with your diaper for this morning, but maybe later, just for the mall trip, we’ll try a pull-up. That way it’s just a small step.”

Reluctantly, Eli nodded. “Okay... but only for the trip.”

Marla smiled and kissed the top of his head. “Deal.”

She gently cleaned him up and put him into a fresh diaper for the morning. They went about breakfast and getting ready, with Eli munching on his favorite dinosaur-shaped waffles. But as the morning went on, a quiet worry began to brew inside him.

He thought about the potty—about having to go number two in it—and the fear tightened in his chest. While Marla tidied up the kitchen, Eli quietly slipped behind the living room couch, crouching down and trying to force himself to go. He pushed, willing his body to comply so he wouldn’t have to deal with the potty later, but nothing came. Only a quiet hiss and a spreading warmth as he ended up peeing instead.

He sighed, disappointed but oddly relieved. Maybe he wouldn’t have to go at all today.

Before heading out, Marla changed Eli out of his slightly wet diaper and helped him step into his new pull-up — a soft, cartoon-printed one that still felt reassuringly thick. Once it was snugly in place, she helped him down from the changing table, gave his bottom a gentle pat, and led him downstairs. Marla led him outside to the car before, opening the door she helped him into his booster seat adjusting the straps and clicking the buckle securely. "There we go," she said with a warm smile, brushing a bit of lint from his shirt. "All set for our adventure." It was mid afternoon when they arrived at the mall.

The mall was bustling with weekend energy. Littles of all ages waddled past in crinkly pants or sat contentedly in strollers. Eli walked beside Marla, feeling awkward. The pull-up didn’t give the same comfort, the same hug of security.

They stopped Barns&Noble, and he picked out a sci-fi novel. Then Gamestop, where he lingered near the new consoles. But all the while, a pressure had been building in his tummy.

He shifted uncomfortably. He didn’t want to tell Marla. He should tell Marla. She would try to find a potty. But he didn’t want to. He wasn’t ready.

So when she stopped to chat with another caregiver, Eli quietly slipped behind a T-Shirt display and crouched slightly. His body trembled, but the comfort of release washed over him as he filled his pull-up. He exhaled, feeling lighter, less bloated, while the tension slowly faded from his body.

He stood still, relaxing in relief that his pull-ups had done their job.

"Maybe if I use these like diapers, Marla will just give up on potty training me," Eli thought to himself. The thought turned into a plan and Eli, not wanting to start potty training, smiled.

Just then, Marla's voice floated over the shelves. “There you are,” she said, appearing beside him with a relieved look. “Ready to grab some lunch?”

Eli nodded and walked beside her as they made their way toward the food court. Marla held his hand lightly, chatting about the different food options. As they walked, she noticed something—Eli’s steps were a little wider than usual, his gait just slightly more of a waddle. She narrowed her eyes but said nothing, not wanting to confirm what she knew.

The lines at the food court were long and slow-moving. As they stood waiting, Marla began to notice something else. Other caregivers nearby were subtly checking their littles—gentle pats at the waist or the not so discrete pull of the waistband of their diapers. A faint, earthy scent was beginning to linger in the air.

Marla leaned slightly closer to Eli, her nose wrinkling just the tiniest bit. She didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but her instincts were rarely wrong.

She leaned down and whispered, “Sweetheart… did you make a poo-poo?”

Eli, feeling mischievous, shook his head no, cheeks flushing.

Marla gave him a long, skeptical look. She loved Eli—more than anything—but she also knew that particular waddle, and she hadn’t missed the way his ears turned red when he lied.

“Uh-huh,” she murmured, clearly not convinced.

Without saying another word, she gently turned him slightly to the side, then reached around and tugged back the waistband of his pull-up. Sure enough, the unmistakable sight—and smell—confirmed her suspicion.

“Oh, Eli…” she said softly, her voice a careful blend of disappointment and understanding. “You know you’re supposed to tell me when you need to go.”

As she sighed, the line finally moved, and they were suddenly at the front. Marla gave Eli a quick glance and decided not to make a scene.

She turned around, smoothed her skirt, and smiled at the man behind the counter. “We’ll have the grilled chicken plate and a bacon macaroni with apple slices on the side, please.”

Eli stayed quiet, his cheeks still pink. Being ordered for was normal between them, especially when he was flustered.

Marla handed him a sip cup of juice from her purse and leaned close again. “We’ll find somewhere quiet to eat, and then I’ll get you changed, okay?” she said, her voice soft and full of calm.

Eli nodded, unphased by the warm load causing his pull-ups to sag.

They found a quiet table near the edge of the food court, away from the loudest groups. Marla helped Eli into his seat and set the tray down between them. She smiled as she handed him his fork and began unwrapping her own meal.

“Alright, birthday boy,” she said with gentle cheer, “tell me what you think of the mall’s mac and cheese.”

Eli giggled a little, twirling a noodle onto his fork. “It’s good,” he said between bites. “Better than the stuff at home.”

Marla laughed softly. “I’ll pretend I’m not insulted. I did make lunch yesterday.”

“You didn’t put dinosaur cheese in it,” Eli replied with a grin.

Their quiet moment was interrupted by a familiar voice. “Marla?”

Marla looked up and smiled warmly. “Dina! Hi!”

Walking over was her friend Dina, holding the hand of her own little—a shy girl named Millie. Millie was just a little older than Eli, her dark curls tied into playful pigtails with pastel ribbons. She wore a ruffled pink blouse with puffed sleeves and a matching puffy pink skirt that barely covered the thick, crinkly diaper peeking out from underneath—clearly not a pull-up, but a full, bulky diaper designed for littles her size. White knee socks reached just below her knees, and she wore glittery Velcro shoes with cartoon stars on the sides. A pacifier bobbed gently between her lips as she clung to Dina's hand.

The two caregivers exchanged hugs and greetings as their littles stayed seated. After a few moments of catching up, Marla tilted her head slightly and asked, "So, how old is Millie now? She's grown a bit since the last time I saw her."

Dina smiled and brushed a curl from Millie’s cheek. “She just turned eighteen last month. A big girl—on paper anyway.”

Marla chuckled softly, nodding. “I noticed she’s still in diapers. Not starting potty training yet?”

Dina shook her head with a small laugh. “Nope, not even close. I know she’s not ready, and honestly, I’m in no rush. She’s still so little in so many ways. Trying to force it would just stress her out.”

Marla nodded in understanding. “That makes sense. Every little’s timeline is different.”

Dina glanced down at Millie, who was happily sucking on her pacifier and gazing around with wide eyes. “Exactly. When she’s ready, we’ll try. But until then, diapers work just fine.”

They chatted about mall sales, caregiver support group updates, and recent neighborhood changes. Toward the end of their conversation, Dina’s nose wrinkled. She sniffed the air once, then again.

“Uh-oh,” she said, looking down at Millie. “Sweetheart, did you go poopy?”

Millie looked up innocently and shook her head. Dina leaned down and did a quick waistband check, frowning when she found nothing.

“It’s not her,” Marla said, her voice calm but knowing.

Dina raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Marla gave a soft sigh and patted Eli’s hand. “It’s this one. This stinker I'm guessing went while we were in the book store.”

Eli simply kept eating, unfazed by the attention. Potty training wasn’t his priority—and truth be told, he was rather content with how things were.

Dina chuckled. “Littles, not a care in the world being in a dirty diaper.”

Marla nodded, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “That’s the important part for now.”

After their lunch and goodbyes, Marla took Eli back to the caregiver lounge, nestled near the family rest area of the mall. The quiet room was warmly lit, with soft music playing and cushioned benches where several other caregivers were already tending to their littles.

Marla guided Eli to a padded table, helping him up with practiced ease. She hummed a lullaby under her breath as she unsnapped his shorts and gently pulled them down. Eli, still relaxed from lunch, sucked on the straw of his juice cup while she worked. His pull-up was clearly full, sagging with weight, and Marla’s nose crinkled slightly as she ripped the easy open sides and began wiping him clean with a scented wipes.

She worked with quiet care, wiping between each fold, her touch gentle and efficient. Then, instead of reaching into the diaper bag for one of his thick, familiar diapers, she pulled out a fresh, padded pull-up printed with smiling moons and stars.

Eli blinked up at her. "Not a diaper?"

Marla gave him a small smile, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “You said you would to try pull-ups while at the mall, remember?”

Eli hesitated, then gave a small nod. The tug of the pull-up as she slid it up his legs didn’t feel quite as comforting as his diaper, but it was soft and snug in its own way. She snapped his shorts back into place, gave him a kiss on the forehead, and helped him down from the table.

At the next store, while Marla browsed through a rack of cozy fall sweaters, Eli wandered over to a nearby display of toys—his fingers brushing along the edges of a boxed building set. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, the soft padding of the pull-up rustling beneath his shorts. There was a growing pressure in his bladder, a subtle tightness that made him pause mid-step.

He glanced over at Marla, who was still flipping through hangers, absorbed in a particularly fluffy cardigan. She looked content and calm, chatting softly with a store associate about sizes.

Eli bit his lip. He could say something. He could ask to go. But then he might have to try and actually use the potty.

A small frown furrowed his brow as he stood there, conflicted. He shifted again, subtly pressing his legs together. The urge wasn’t painful—but it was definitely there, and growing more insistent. He gave a tiny bounce on his heels, a habit from early toddlerhood that lingered.

He told himself he’d wait. Just a bit longer. But a minute passed, then two, and finally, he stopped resisting.

With a quiet breath, Eli let go. The warmth spread quickly, dampening the inside of his pull-up with a soft hiss. He felt the weight settle between his legs, but it wasn’t fully soaked—just noticeably wet. The fade when wet design were definitely gone and the wetness indicated clearly showed that Eli had wet his pull-ups.

Marla, still deep in her sweater hunt, didn’t notice a thing.

As they approached the checkout line, Marla guided Eli toward the end of the queue, keeping an eye on him while scanning a few last-minute items. She let him choose a small apple juice from a cooler near the register, which he picked eagerly with both hands before toddling back to her side. Marla smiled and ruffled his hair while placing their items on the conveyor.

Eli stood quietly, sipping from the juice box as the cashier rang up their purchases.

The checkout moved quickly. Marla paid, thanked the cashier, and handed Eli the small shopping bag. Together they stepped out into the bright afternoon and headed toward the car. Eli's booster seat waited in the back seat, and he clambered in with practiced ease, still holding his juice.

As they merged into the light weekend traffic, Eli kicked his feet slightly, the juice now long gone. “Marla?"

"Yes, sweetheart?" she said, eyes still on the road.

"How far are we from home?"

Marla glanced in the mirror. "Hmm, about fifteen minutes. Why?"

Eli didn’t respond right away. He turned his face to the window, biting his lip. The warm, familiar sensation of wetting began to bloom once more in his pull-up, this time uncontrollably. His seatbelt tugged snugly against him as he relaxed into the release. A faint squish followed as the wetness overwhelmed the padding and began to leak down the side, dampening the leg of his shorts and pooling into the soft cover of his booster seat. Marla pulled into the driveway, turning off the ignition as the engine gave a soft sigh. The quiet hum of the car faded into a peaceful silence, broken only by the soft rustle of Eli unbuckling himself.

As she turned to help him out of the booster seat, Marla paused, her brow furrowing. The faint scent of ammonia mixed with something warmer lingered in the air. Her eyes fell on the darkened fabric of Eli’s shorts, the telltale mark of a pull-up that hadn’t held.

“Oh, sweetheart…” she murmured, gently helping him down. The side of his shorts clung slightly to his thigh, the dampness unmistakable now.

Eli simply looked up at her, expression blank, as if it hadn’t happened—or as if it didn’t matter. In truth, it didn’t—not to him. He hadn’t even tried to stop it. Being potty trained wasn’t a priority. Comfort was.

Marla sighed softly, brushing a hand through his hair. “Let’s get you inside and into something dry.”

They walked up the path to the front door, Marla guiding him with a hand on his back. Inside, she ushered him upstairs to the nursery. The soft pastel walls, shelves of plushies, and familiar scent of powder brought a sense of calm.

Eli climbed up onto the changing table with practiced ease, his wet pull-up sagging heavily inside of his short as Marla peeled them off and set them aside in the laundry bin. She didn’t scold him. She didn’t lecture. She simply cleaned him with warm wipes, humming the same soft lullaby as she worked.

Once his skin was fresh and clean, she reached for the next pull-up—but paused.

Eli blinked at her, legs still up in the air. “Are we doing another pull-up?” he asked curiously.

Marla looked down at him, her expression thoughtful. “You know, honey… I think we tried. And that’s what matters.” She leaned down and kissed his forehead gently. “But I don’t think you’re quite ready yet. And that’s okay.”

Eli didn’t respond with words. Instead, he gave a soft sigh of relief, his limbs relaxing fully against the padded mat.

Marla reached into the cabinet and pulled out one of his thicker, velvety soft diapers—the kind he liked most. She unfolded it with care and slipped it beneath him, sprinkling powder gently across his skin. The tapes fastened with practiced ease, hugging him snugly.

“There,” she whispered with a smile. “All safe and sound.”

Eli let out a soft hum of contentment as Marla lifted him into a cuddle, resting his head against her shoulder. She gave him a small squeeze.

“I'm not going to push you to use the potty for another year at least,” Marla said softly. “So just use your diaper like before.”

And with that, the two of them settled into the quiet afternoon, the sun filtering through the curtains in golden streaks as the world outside kept spinning—while inside, Eli stayed exactly where he wanted to be.

Safe. Loved. And not in a hurry.

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Ashley walked around the corner to greet her cousins.  As she did so she noticed her cousin who was her age, and also a freshman in college stop what she was saying to her mom and look at how Ashley was dressed in her footed sleeper with a paci in her mouth.

“Umm, Ashley, why are you dressed like a baby?” Her cousin asked

Before Ashley could say anything her mom jumped in.

“Well we might as well tell you this now since you’ll be here for a week.  Ashley wears diapers and baby clothes.  She also sleeps in a crib and gets changed on a changing table. She no longer wears panties or uses the toilets, and if she has to pee or poop she goes in her diapers.”

“What? Why in the world is she wearing diapers?”

“Because she chose to.”

“She did?”

“Yes, about 9 months ago I was cleaning her room and I happened to find an open pack of diapers in her room.  When we confronted her about them she admitted that she liked wearing diapers and acting like a baby.  So we made a little deal with her and now she is treated like a toddler 24/7.”

“Wow!  Well it’s a bit different, but I think it’s kinda cute too.  Would you like me to change her if she needs it this week while I’m here?”

“That would be a big help.  In fact if I’m not mistaken I think Ashley is going poopy right now.”

Her mom and cousin watched as Ashley scrunched up her face and clenched her fists and started rhythmically sucking her pacifier as she slightly bent her knees and pushed a load of firm poop into the seat of her diaper causing her diaper to expand inside her sleeper and cause the mess to squish against her backside.  It was nothing new to Ashley though, who absolutely loved it.

“Come on you little stinker.  Let’s go get that bottom changed.”  Her cousins said as she patted Ashley’s full diaper and led her upstairs to get changed. 

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Source: LazyBlazy

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Women sucking on binkys is the cutest thing ever. I think it makes them look incredibly attractive and more desirable to me! I love looking into their eyes while they suck their binkys. Its as if they're saying "Please give me snuggles and love me!"

🍼 you tired, baby?💭

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Mommmy !! I think I done poo poo, thats ok baby girl you just sit down and play with your blocks and mommy will change you a little later.

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Paddled

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The Shy Little Prince -

CW: Diaper messing & breastfeeding

Disclaimer: all characters depicted in this story are consenting adults over the age of 18. If you are NOT 18 or older, click away now!

He’s doing it again. He’s standing legs spread slightly apart crouched the tiniest bit completely silent. He thinks I haven’t noticed but mommy notices everything when it comes to her little prince. Mommy knows that position means one thing and one thing only, he’s messing his diapie.

He’s so cute all red faced clutching his toy blocks squeezing down as he attempts to make his mess. This is probably his second poop in two hours and I can tell he’s embarrassed but little does he know it’s all mommy’s doing. It’s been three days and he hasn’t made a single mess which of course meant I was worried.

Instead of his usual cranapple juice I subbed it for half prune juice to help get him going and boy has it worked wonders! But I know my baby and I can tell he’s distressed which just doesn’t do.

“Sweetie come sit on mommy’s lap.” I call out to him. He looks over and shakes his head, his thumb slips into his mouth. Oh my poor baby he must be feeling even more little than usual. “Baby boy, come to mommy’s lap it’s okay.” I say as softly as I can hand outstretched toward him.

He hesitates as he slowly makes his way over. His diaper is so full he has the cutest little waddle as he approaches. The scent of his mess makes itself known but he’s my sweetie pie so it doesn’t bother me in fact it makes me so happy to know he’s finally emptied his tummy.

My poor baby was having tummy aches for the past few days and I’m just glad it’s over. He rubs at his tear filled eyes as he stops in front of me.

I pull his thumb from his mouth and his lower lip trembles as tears threaten to spill over his eyes. “Baby what has you so upset? Is it your messy diaper? Is that what has you so distraught?” I ask him softly. He looks away and nods his head.

“I’m sorry mommy, I kept messing myself. I couldn’t hold it” he sobs and covers his face with his hands. His shoulders shake with the force of his sobs and my heart just breaks.

I pull him onto my lap, messy diaper and all. I cradle his head on my shoulder and rub his back. “Sweetie please calm down. Mommy would never get upset with you messing yourself. In fact I love it because it means I’m feeding you well and that your tummy is happy.” I speak softly as I rub my thumb across his cheek.

He looks up at me with tears in his eyes and his his lips pursed in disbelief. “Really mommy? But I’m so stinky now.” He whines and I laugh.

“Well baby boy you won’t be stinky for long because mommy’s gonna clean that cute little butt right up and you’ll be in a clean new diapie in no time. So no need to get so upset right?” I boop his nose and his eyes brighten as a smile overcomes his lips. He nods and pulls at the neckline of my v neck top indicating what he needs at that moment.

“Now I think my sweet little prince needs mommy’s milkies before he can get changed, is mommy right?” I ask in a knowing tone. I pull up my top and pull my large heavy tit out of my breastfeeding bra. He looks at my leaking nipple with hungry eyes as his lips open slightly a bit of drool is already leaking out. My poor baby.

“Open wide my sweet little angel.” His lips spread wider and I slip my nipple into his mouth. He begins to suck hungrily as if it’s his last time suckling on mommy’s tits. I gasp as my pussy clenches. He squeezes my tit sucking up as much milk as he can. He closes his eyes and hums as he drinks and it’s the most pure innocent sight I’ve ever seen. His hand pulls at my other boob so I slip my top of completely and snap my bra off.

He hums in approval eliciting a laugh from me. I stroke his forehead and lean down and kiss it. I moan as his fingers find my other nipple and squeeze it, milk dribbling out. “There you go sweetie, keep suckling on mommy’s tits. Such a good little boy.” He starts whining and wiggling his butt.

His hand goes to the back of his diaper and presses down on his mess squishing it against his butt in an attempt to hold in his poopy. Poor baby needs too poop again but is too shy.

I press down hard on his lower belly and he cries out. I quickly slip my hand down to the back of his diapie pushing away his hand and feel as he pushes out a big mess. He grunts and whines around my nipple as he keeps pushing more out. His diaper getting so full to the point that it’s so pushed out you can see inside a bit. “It’s okay honey you can mess as much as you need mommy will take care of it. You look so beautiful with your forehead all scrunched like that trying to squeeze your poopy out.”

I squeeze it the back of his diaper and smush it against his booty. “Good boy I love when you make messes for mommy.”

He sighs as he pisses his diaper the warmth spreading against my belly as he goes. He closes his eyes and begins suckling even harder finally relaxed after making his mess. “Such a good little boy.” I say quietly as I stroke his hair back as he drinks.

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The Shy Little Prince -

CW: Diaper messing & breastfeeding

Disclaimer: all characters depicted in this story are consenting adults over the age of 18. If you are NOT 18 or older, click away now!

He’s doing it again. He’s standing legs spread slightly apart crouched the tiniest bit completely silent. He thinks I haven’t noticed but mommy notices everything when it comes to her little prince. Mommy knows that position means one thing and one thing only, he’s messing his diapie.

He’s so cute all red faced clutching his toy blocks squeezing down as he attempts to make his mess. This is probably his second poop in two hours and I can tell he’s embarrassed but little does he know it’s all mommy’s doing. It’s been three days and he hasn’t made a single mess which of course meant I was worried.

Instead of his usual cranapple juice I subbed it for half prune juice to help get him going and boy has it worked wonders! But I know my baby and I can tell he’s distressed which just doesn’t do.

“Sweetie come sit on mommy’s lap.” I call out to him. He looks over and shakes his head, his thumb slips into his mouth. Oh my poor baby he must be feeling even more little than usual. “Baby boy, come to mommy’s lap it’s okay.” I say as softly as I can hand outstretched toward him.

He hesitates as he slowly makes his way over. His diaper is so full he has the cutest little waddle as he approaches. The scent of his mess makes itself known but he’s my sweetie pie so it doesn’t bother me in fact it makes me so happy to know he’s finally emptied his tummy.

My poor baby was having tummy aches for the past few days and I’m just glad it’s over. He rubs at his tear filled eyes as he stops in front of me.

I pull his thumb from his mouth and his lower lip trembles as tears threaten to spill over his eyes. “Baby what has you so upset? Is it your messy diaper? Is that what has you so distraught?” I ask him softly. He looks away and nods his head.

“I’m sorry mommy, I kept messing myself. I couldn’t hold it” he sobs and covers his face with his hands. His shoulders shake with the force of his sobs and my heart just breaks.

I pull him onto my lap, messy diaper and all. I cradle his head on my shoulder and rub his back. “Sweetie please calm down. Mommy would never get upset with you messing yourself. In fact I love it because it means I’m feeding you well and that your tummy is happy.” I speak softly as I rub my thumb across his cheek.

He looks up at me with tears in his eyes and his his lips pursed in disbelief. “Really mommy? But I’m so stinky now.” He whines and I laugh.

“Well baby boy you won’t be stinky for long because mommy’s gonna clean that cute little butt right up and you’ll be in a clean new diapie in no time. So no need to get so upset right?” I boop his nose and his eyes brighten as a smile overcomes his lips. He nods and pulls at the neckline of my v neck top indicating what he needs at that moment.

“Now I think my sweet little prince needs mommy’s milkies before he can get changed, is mommy right?” I ask in a knowing tone. I pull up my top and pull my large heavy tit out of my breastfeeding bra. He looks at my leaking nipple with hungry eyes as his lips open slightly a bit of drool is already leaking out. My poor baby.

“Open wide my sweet little angel.” His lips spread wider and I slip my nipple into his mouth. He begins to suck hungrily as if it’s his last time suckling on mommy’s tits. I gasp as my pussy clenches. He squeezes my tit sucking up as much milk as he can. He closes his eyes and hums as he drinks and it’s the most pure innocent sight I’ve ever seen. His hand pulls at my other boob so I slip my top of completely and snap my bra off.

He hums in approval eliciting a laugh from me. I stroke his forehead and lean down and kiss it. I moan as his fingers find my other nipple and squeeze it, milk dribbling out. “There you go sweetie, keep suckling on mommy’s tits. Such a good little boy.” He starts whining and wiggling his butt.

His hand goes to the back of his diaper and presses down on his mess squishing it against his butt in an attempt to hold in his poopy. Poor baby needs too poop again but is too shy.

I press down hard on his lower belly and he cries out. I quickly slip my hand down to the back of his diapie pushing away his hand and feel as he pushes out a big mess. He grunts and whines around my nipple as he keeps pushing more out. His diaper getting so full to the point that it’s so pushed out you can see inside a bit. “It’s okay honey you can mess as much as you need mommy will take care of it. You look so beautiful with your forehead all scrunched like that trying to squeeze your poopy out.”

I squeeze it the back of his diaper and smush it against his booty. “Good boy I love when you make messes for mommy.”

He sighs as he pisses his diaper the warmth spreading against my belly as he goes. He closes his eyes and begins suckling even harder finally relaxed after making his mess. “Such a good little boy.” I say quietly as I stroke his hair back as he drinks.

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The Sensory Experience of Diaper Filling

Does anyone else feel a sense of calm and comfort when diapered? I love when I'm getting dressed for the day and my Big diapers me. Safe, secure, and comfortable, feeling that snug thickness between my legs and cradling my little bottom. It's even better when paired with jeans that are just fitting enough to ensure the diaper gives your bottom a bit of bulk.

When the urge hits, I don't stress myself out by trying to hold it. Even if we're out somewhere, I know the stress of hoping I can hold it and having to be uncomfortable in a public restroom will irritate my sensory issues and leave me cranky. It's not worth the stress.

I carefully shift my stance so that my legs are a bit apart and my knees are just so slightly bent. I relax my body and don't even have to push to get things started. I feel the warmth of my load poke out and I know there's no stopping it now.

My body is still as the mess steadily warms my skin and touches the welcoming, cushy seat of my diaper. My Big says something to me and I nod, trying to act like I'm not defiling my pants like a toddler. The mess is now crackling out steadily and tries to form a tent, but the resistance of my diaper seat and my jeans causes the charging poo to blunt and pile up. The warmth easily spreads across my bottom and continues filling the seat effortlessly. My healthy diet makes for a nice, solid poopy that easily mushes and spreads. My knees bend a bit more and I exhale as a big lump continues forming. Ugh, I can feel it making the seat of my jeans protrude and sag a bit!

Of course, by this point my Big will ask me if Imy pooping. I whimper and nod, shyly looking down and playing with my fingers in a way that indicates I'm conflicted about the positive sensory input happening in my pamper. She takes it in stride and sweetly tells me to let her know when I'm done.

I do a small grunt as I feel the last lump squish into the pile. A few cautious steps help me gauge how much this will squish and spread. I sigh with relief and shyly tell my Big that I pooped in my pants. She'll ask if I feel better and it always makes me blush. When we continue shopping and walking, I'll pout and let her know that I can feel it squishing and smearing my bottom. She simply tells me , "You like it." I blush hard and continue to follow her obediently.

I can't help it. I love the way it feels!!

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I love messing. I know it's not for everybody, and that's okay. But for me, there's seriously nothing more adorably humiliating than sitting in the car with your little, only to faintly smell something strange and look over at them with their cheeks all red while they try not to meet your eyes. I love how squirmy and fussy they get when I say, "Uh-oh baby, did you go poopy in your pants again?"

The way they fidget in their seat and I know they're actively filling the seat of their diaper, the embarrassment is palpable and intoxicating to me. I could nourish myself for days off of their little whines and barely concealed moans as they push the last of it out into their diapers, proving to me exactly why they need them and that I was so right to insist they were too little for pull-ups.

I mean, if you're going around peeing your pants all the time, you can still claim to be a toddler who just isn't potty trained. But if you're still pooping your pants, and your Daddy has to keep you in diapers so you don't make a mess all over yourself? That's just proof that you're undeniably a baby, and you'll have to sit in your shame for a bit until Daddy decides he's had enough of teasing and torturing you in your ridiculous little predicament.

Only babies poop their pants. Only babies need to be kept in full on diapers because their Daddy knows it's only a matter of time before they completely fill their pants like the helpless little kiddo they are. And it's especially adorable when they swear they're a big kid. Like, oh yeah, you're a big kid? And yet you're still making messes in your pants? Did you fudge yourself again kiddo? I dunno, clearly if you can't stop having messy accidents, you aren't even ready for preschool yet. Daddy will have to hold you back another year. Another year of being a helpless baby and not being able to deny it at all.