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All dressed in pink like the good princess I am 🥹🥹

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When you need to be big but still having accidents 🥺🥺

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Needed a change… will you change me next time?

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Swing, Swing

I was still trying.

Even as I lay there, flat on my back, mittened hands bound to my thighs, legs bent outward like a diapered frog, I kept whispering to myself inside my head:

Big boy. I’m a big boy. This is just pretend.

She knelt in front of me, calm, slow, cruelly patient.

And there it was, dangling between her fingers: the purple pacifier.

It spun lazily on its ribbon, twirling one way, then the other as she lifted it higher. Until it hung directly above my face, just inches from my eyes.

“Shhh,” she murmured. “No more talking. No more fussing. Just watch the paci.”

I couldn’t help it.

My gaze locked on it like it was a magnet. The soft shine of the rubber nipple. The polished plastic shield with glittery letters that read “Baby Girl.” My breath stuttered in my chest.

Back… and forth…back…and forth…

She dangled it like a pendulum, and her voice followed the rhythm perfectly.

“You’re gripping those big boy thoughts like a rattle: loud, useless, and the first thing to fall when you get tired.”

Back… and forth…back…and…forth…

Left…right…left….right…

“But they’re slipping.”

Back… and….forth…

“Already sliding away.”

Left…right…left…right…

She leaned closer, her breath warm on my cheek.

“You feel it, don’t you?”

I nodded slowly, helplessly.

Each swing seemed heavier than the last. Not physically, but in my mind. Every pass of the pacifier made my chest tighter, my thoughts slower, my world smaller. Like it was a brush scraping away cluttered dust with every stroke.

Then it happened. I didn’t even notice it at first.

Just a warmth.

A spreading, growing warmth beneath me.

I gasped.

The tapes strained softly. My diaper swelled.

“Ohhhh, therrrre she goes!!” she cooed, voice sugary sweet. “Look at that. Baby’s brain can’t hold itself together, and now neither can her bladder.”

I whimpered, cheeks burning.

But the pacifier kept swinging.

Back… and forth…Back… and forth…

Left…and right….left….and right…

“Didn’t even ask, did you?” she said, her tone sing-song and sharp. “Just let go, right in your pampers, right here on the nursery floor. Just like a dumb little sissy baby.”

The heat was everywhere now. My hips twitched against the soggy padding, but the straps held firm. My arms pulled instinctively, but the mittens offered nothing. I couldn’t hide it. I couldn’t even think of a reason to.

And worst of all?

I was still watching the paci.

Back… and forth…Back… and forth…

“You can feel it, can’t you?” she whispered. “The weight pulling you down. Each swing peeling back another grown-up thought.”

She tapped my forehead.

“Bye-bye pride.”

Tap.

“Bye-bye bladder control.”

Tap.

“Bye-bye language…”

Tap.

“Bye-bye big boy…”

Tap.

“Hello baby girl….”

Tap….tap…tap…

I let out a soft, unintentional moan around a drooling, slack-jawed mouth.

She giggled.

“There she is.”

I wanted to look away. I wanted to fight it. But my eyelids were drooping, my lips parting, warm drool dripping down my chin. I was breathing in time with the swings. I wasn’t thinking. I was sinking.

“Such a soggy little mind,” she cooed, stroking my cheek. “Let me help you finish.”

The pacifier dipped lower.

I stared, wide-eyed, brain melting.

“You know what this does,” she whispered. “Once it’s in, there’s no coming back.”

I sniffled, chest heaving.

She tilted her head.

“Beg.”

“…puh… puh-paci…”

“More.”

“…I—I… need… da paci…”

“Say what you are.”

“…b-baby…”

“Baby what?”

“…g-girl…baby girl…”

“Whose?”

“…yours…”

She slid it in.

Pop.

I sucked.

And the world vanished.

No more thoughts.

No more resistance.

No more words.

Just rhythm.

Warmth.

Crinkle.

Drip.

Drool.

She smiled as she wiped my chin.

“There. Much better.”

I didn’t respond.

Just laid there, eyes glassy, mouth gently working, my soaked diaper squishing softly with every breath as I dropped deeper… and deeper…until I was all the way down into the depths of little space.

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I like my men all incompetent 🍼🤤

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It didn’t take long for her to completely regress into Mommy’s helpless little diaper girl

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Hey baby come let mummy dress 👗 you like a sissy baby girl ❤️

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Yesssss 💓💓💓💓🥳🥳🌈

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I'm just telling you facts 🤷🏻‍♀️

I'm not telling you to do anythingggg 🤭

I'm just saying 💕

I don't think it matters if you're a boy 🩷

Wearing a skirt will make you cuter 💋

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And that was the icing on the cake!🥰

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Well , actually a Sissy boy ! 😉