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Hiya Tumblr! Did ya miss me? I'm going to try posting here more often, since my Instagram got deleted!

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It's been a while! How many of you still care to see my padded butt?

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She couldn’t help but pout, her lower lip protruding and quivering at the unfairness of the situation.  Daddy had come and gone, but not before he had made a few changes around her apartment.  He paid for it, she was his trophy, his eye candy, his girl when he was away.

His wife knew about her.  He had permission.  They had even all met a few times - she was a nice lady, but it was clear why he wanted her.  She turned her pouting lip away from her dresser and toward the camera that was watching her from the corner of the room.

“Daddy!”  She crossed her arms.  "This isn’t fair!“

But she never knew if he was watching or not, never knew if he was listening.

Her bestie, the only vanilla person who knew about her “lifestyle”, was horrified at the invasion of her privacy, but she didn’t understand.  She didn’t understand how completely she trusted him.  How she had discovered him online, written him fanmail, worshiped him from afar - she’d never know what drew the artist’s eye, but she had it and she blissfully belonged to him.

She pointed an accusing finger at her underwear drawer, at the conspicuous lack of panties.  She quickly tried the other drawers - skirts, tops… and one drawer that was locked.

“Daddy, I want my panties back!”

She knew better.  He had trained her better over the years she had been playing with him, flirting with him, teasing him.  Just in case, she grabbed her phone and snapped a picture of the drawer full of pull ups, sending it to him with the sobbing emoji, repeated five times.

Daddy.  I want my panties back!

…

Please!

…

She stared at the dots, her heart pounding.  She was goading him, he had only left yesterday.  The DD/lg stuff was new.  She had been his sub for almost three years now, his date to any function - he’d fly her out if there was an event out of town, but Chicago was his favorite kink town, so that’s where she lived now.

She had been his ponygirl, she had been his rubber maid, she had been bound and plugged and dragged through the dungeon by her hair… and she was the envy of every girl in the scene.  She had bagged the ever reclusive Artist - they never knew that he had been “single” because his true love wasn’t kinky.

Now he wanted something new, and he was encouraging her to fight back, to taunt him, to rebel, to goad - a very different taste from the days of high protocol dinners.  A new flavor of fun.

The idea of him “regressing” her had caused her to balk, but he had coaxed her into it.  It wasn’t a hard limit, after all - it was a soft limit, and they were both all about finding exactly where the soft limits became absolute.  She had always had a bratty streak, now she finally had permission to lean into it.

Close the drawer.

She beamed, waiting for him to reveal where her panties were - she had no idea what modifications he had made to the apartment, but he and a small crew of guys from the dungeon had worked on the place for days.  So much so that she was extra pouty about how little time she got with him.

Slowly, she pushed the drawer closed, staring up at the camera.

A loud click came from her dresser, from the two top drawers.  Her phone blinked to life again.

Get dressed.  Including your toy.

Is that where they got to?  Greedily, she opened the other drawer and spun, her jaw dropping.

“Daddy!”

The locked drawer had her toy after all… atop a stack of diapers.  Pink and purple and thick, covered in cartoonish squirrels.  She spun and glared at the camera, her fists balled at her sides… but inside she was thrilled.  It was all part of the act - he wanted her to fight back, and so she obeyed.  Just as surely as she had been his dinner plate at one function, his stool at another, his arm candy, his demonstration doll.  She lived to submit to him, it fulfilled her in a way that was more satisfying that she had imagined when she was merely lusting after him.

And so she’d obediently disobey.

“Daddy no!”

His voice came from the camera.  Calm, collected, cool.  Confident.  That was the word for him, and it practically radiated from him.  He was in command of any room he entered, not by virtue of his height, nor by virtue of his build - no, it was purely with his presence.

“Obey little girl.  I’m timing you.  Get your toy in place and your diaper on or I’ll make you wear two.”

She shivered.  The diapers were so thick, and they were new to her - he had only introduced her to this kind of play that very week.  She had done depraved things in crowded streets, kneeling before him at Mardi Gras, walked naked on a leash through events, she had debased herself a thousand ways for him.

Yet her blush was genuine as she lay on the bed, her hands trembling as she squirted lube on the vibrator - not that it needed much in her excitement - and slid it inside her.  She lay so her sex was fully exposed to the camera, not knowing if he was watching alone or with a friend - or even with his wife.

Gingerly, she pulled the thick padding up, grabbing the powder from the dresser and sprinkling a generous amount on herself.

At least I won’t have to use it with him away…

She needed to go already, too.  Her breath short, she taped one side closed and then the other, batting her eyelashes at the camera.

“All done, Daddy.”

Silence.  She waited a long time, the silent vibrator inside her, her legs spread as she waited for his word.  Something had taken his attention away from her, his favorite toy, but she waited patiently… wondering if this was a test.

Was it obedience to wait patiently like a good toy?  Or was it obedience to disobey…

Their game had taken on a new dimension with this turn.  She waited, her hand going to the padding between her legs, rubbing gently, wishing the vibe would spring to life.  It didn’t.  Nor did his voice come from the camera.  Her phone didn’t light up.  With a pout, in nothing but a t-shirt and the diaper, she wandered toward the bathroom, wondering if she could relieve herself while he was occupied.

Only to find that the door to her bathroom was locked.  The handle was new, silver where it had been brass a few days prior.

“Oh no… ”

Frantically, she tugged at the knob.

“No no no no… ”  She had only wet once and it had been incredibly embarrassing, under his watchful eye.  She ran back to her room, grabbing her phone.

Master, my girlfriend is coming over tonight!  Please unlock the bathroom before she gets here!

Her eyes went from the camera, back to her phone, only to return quickly to the shiny, black, all-seeing eye in her bedroom.  Only then did she realize her mistake.

She stared at the formal title, the one she had been calling him for years, the one that was off-limits for the moment.

Daddy!  Please!  I’ll be a good girl!

He had met her girlfriend.  They had his blessing.  She was the outlet for her more… dominant feelings.  They were both switches and the struggle for dominance between the two rather submissive women amused him deeply.

…

She waited as the dots danced again, her fate hanging in the balance.

Get dressed.  Shortalls and pigtails.  Go pick up the dry cleaning.  If you’re quick, you’ll be back before she arrives.

She gaped, pondering whether it was time to use her safeword.  It was only for dire moments, they had agreed to always push each others’ soft limits.  Was this a soft limit or a hard limit?  She closed her eyes, assessing her feelings.  A swirl of anxiety and fear… and excitement.

Yes Daddy.

She waddled to her closet, still awed by the sheer amount of childish clothing he had purchased for her - he had obviously been pondering this adventure in their relationship for a while.  It was true she was uncomfortable, but wasn’t that what stretching boundaries was all about?

As she pulled the shortalls up her legs, the vibe sprang to life inside her, causing her to jump.  She squeaked in a way that she was sure brought him a chuckle.  The intensity reduced, but the toy stayed on, a low hum inside her diaper.  Biting her lip, she fastened the buckles on the shortalls and began tying her hair back as instructed.

There was no doubt in her mind that he was watching as she did, the intensity of the vibrator increasing as she tried to tie one side before moving to the other.  She found herself leaning on her dresser for support as the pleasure rolled through her.  She wanted nothing more than to drop to her knees and rub furiously at her diaper, rocking and encouraging the vibrator to move against her clit just so…

But she knew that the moment she did that would be the moment that he turned it off.

After a half-dozen more tries, she finally had her hair back in pigtails, instantly dropping her apparent age by ten years.  She put one finger to her mouth and bit her lip as she looked toward the camera, bending her knees and pouting.

“Did I do good, Daddy?”

She had yet to figure out what worked and what didn’t in this new flavor of their familiar game, but the rewarding buzz inside her was certainly positive reinforcement.

“Please Daddy, will you unlock the bathroom for me?”

Her phone buzzed on the dresser top.

Ask your girlfriend… or should I say your babysitter.  She has access to your vibe and the bathroom.  Have fun.

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The Halloween Spirit - Part 5

“Amy, can you get the door?” Amy’s mother called from upstairs. “It’ll be trick or treaters!”

“Can’t you do it?” Amy called back, scowling. She hated trick or treaters. What gave them the right to think they could go marching around banging on everybody’s doors demanding sweets?

“I’m busy! Do it quickly or you’ll miss them!”

“Ugh, fine!” Amy got up from her chair in the living room, and stomped out into the hallway and towards the front door, making sure to take her time. But by the time she reached it, she could clearly make out several large figures through the translucent glass window beside the door. Far too large to be children, in fact. Amy hesitated, but the people must have seen her outline through the glass. It would be far too awkward to turn around now. Besides, if her mum found out, she’d be furious – and Amy was relying on her for a free room since she’d finished college. She opened the door.

“Twick or tweat!”

Amy stared for a moment at the people standing before her. Two men and three women, all around her age – except for the woman dressed in the witch’s outfit, who looked a little older and stood a few steps back from the others. One of the men was dressed in a cheap-looking pirate costume complete with plastic sword and eyepatch, while the other wore a black one-piece with a skeleton design. Both of the women were dressed as matching yellow and white princesses, and all four of them had big, slightly vacant grins on their faces. Amy started to laugh.

“Aren’t you a little old to be trick of treating?” she cackled, taking in the sight of the five people dressed in costumes that looked more suited to five-year-olds. The four eager smiles slipped from the men and women’s faces, and Amy saw one of the girl’s lips tremble. But the woman dressed as a witch scowled at Amy and strode forwards.

Amy took a step back instinctively. This woman didn’t have the vacant look in her eyes that the others had. She looked more like a stern schoolteacher.

“Don’t be so cruel, young lady!” she hissed, coming right up to the doorway. “I’m taking the little ones out for some trick or treating, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t laugh at them!”

“Littles ones?” Amy laughed derisively. “They’ve all got to be in their twenties at least!”

The witch woman looked furious. “They’re just a bit special, that’s all!” she whispered waspishly.

Amy’s face reddened as she realised she must have been laughing at four mentally challenged people. But she quickly brushed her guilt and embarrassment aside. “And you just expected the rest of us to play along?” she demanded. “I was expecting to open the door to a group of children, not a load of special needs adults dressed like toddlers. This is a holiday for real ‘little ones’, not overgrown babies!”

The woman’s eyes flared, but Amy was already slamming the front door in her face. She didn’t notice as the shadow slipped in through the doorway as she turned her back. But as she stormed down the hallway, she suddenly became aware that something was pushing her legs apart, turning her walk into a waddle. She looked down and let out a squeal. Her jeans and top had gone. In their place was a sparkly pink dress, ruffled and plasticky like a cheap costume, just like the ones the two ‘special’ girls had been wearing. Sequins on her chest spelled out the words “Little Princess”.

At that moment, there was another knock on the door. Amy looked around in fear and confusion. A few seconds later, her mother came hurrying down the stairs, not even blinking at the sight of her adult daughter dressed up in an oversized little girl’s princess costume. “That’ll be Miss Hayward!” she said brightly, hurrying past Amy and opening the front door.

Amy could only stand there with a knot of anxiety in her stomach. What was happening?! Why was she dressed up like a little girl ready to head out trick or treating?!

“Happy Halloween!” her mother said as she saw the witch woman and her special needs entourage. “My, my! What pretty princesses you are! Just like my little Amy! And what a scary pirate! And a frightening skeleton too! I’d better give you all some sweeties or else I’ll be in trouble!”

Amy heard the giggles of the men and women, and saw the satisfied smile of the witch as her mother handed out candy.

“Is your little one ready to join us then?” the witch woman asked pleasantly.

Amy felt a shiver run down her spine. Join them? What did that mean? What was going on?

“Oh yes!” her mother replied, looking around. “What are you doing over there, sweetie?” she asked her daughter in a sickly-sweet voice. “You’re going trick or treating with your little classmates tonight, remember?”

“My… My…” Amy stammered. Her classmates? She realised she was trembling. Something unnatural was going on here, she was sure of it.

But her mother just chuckled, took her by the hand, and led her out the front door in her pink princess outfit for all to see. Amy tried to resist, to dig her heels into the floor, but it was as though her legs were acting on their own, following obediently after her Mummy.

“Well aren’t you a pretty little princess!” the woman called Miss Hayward cooed, but her eyes shone darkly in a way that made Amy quite sure she was fully aware of what had happened, and delighted in it. “We’re going to have so much fun tonight!”

Amy felt a trickle of pee escape her bladder and enter the bulky thing she was wearing around her waist. She could feel her warm urine soaking into it. A nappy, she thought. She was wearing a nappy. She stared in horror into the smiling face in front of her, and at that moment there was a sudden, powerful cramp in her belly. The last thing Amy saw before she screwed up her eyes was the witch woman’s smirking face staring into hers. Then she had squatted down, thrust her bottom out behind her, and started grunting loudly as an enormous, disgusting mess rushed into the back of her thickly padded pants, completely beyond her control.

“Nooo…” she sobbed as she loaded her diapers like an overgrown two-year-old, her mother and Miss Hayward smiling indulgently, and the other four adult toddlers looking down at her with dumb, vacant grins. This couldn’t be real! It couldn’t be!

“I’m sorry about this,” she heard her mother saying, and as the last of the yucky load dropped into the seat of her nappy, Amy looked up from her squatting position. “Do you mind if I go and change her before she heads out?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Miss Hayward tittered, her eyes glinting maliciously as they took in the sight of Amy still squatting down in the driveway, the seat of her nappy sagging below the hem of her frilly pink dress. “I expect all our special little ones will have loads in their pants by the end of the night. Besides, I bet Amy’s no stranger to dirty diapers, is she?”

“Oh no,” her mother laughed. “I swear Amy spends half her life stomping about in poopy Pampers! Sometimes it feels like she waits until she’s in a clean nappy just so she can make a stinky in it straight away!”

The two women laughed while Amy stared at them with her mouth slightly open, still in shock at what had happened, disgusted at the sensation of the pee and poop that she had just deposited in her own pants, and terrified at what she was hearing her mother say.

She tried to speak, but her words caught in her throat and all she managed was a faint gurgling. Her mother helped her to her feet and patted her on her diapered rump as she passed her daughter over to the witch – the woman who had suddenly become Amy’s new teacher at the local special needs school. It was only once the six of them were toddling (on in Miss Hayward’s case, walking) hand in hand down the street that Amy was able to find her voice.

“Are you a witch?” she asked fretfully, her voice now high-pitched and little-girlish.

The woman chuckled. “No, silly! This is just a costume. I’m not a real witch. But I do know a little bit about magic, about the spirits that roam the land on All Hallows’ Eve, and it was your misfortune to encounter one. It decided you needed to be taught a little lesson, and I have to say I agree. I think getting to spend your days as one of my special little girls is just what you deserve!”

Amy whimpered. “How… How long?” she asked.

The woman laughed, a sweet tinkling laugh that sent a thrill of horror through Amy’s body. She turned to the girl in the pink princess dress and said, a horrible grin spreading across her face, “Only the rest of your life!”

That was when Amy started to scream.

But a large pink pacifier quickly shut her up, and she spent the rest of the evening toddling from door to door with her new teacher and her new peers, her diaper drooping lower and lower between her legs as she continued to make potty in her pants, her bladder and bowel control wiped away forever. It was how she spent the next Halloween too, and the one after that, and the one after that. Poor little Amy was a never-grow-up case, one of Miss Hayward’s sweet, special little ones, and she’d have a lifetime to reflect on her rudeness.

If it had a mouth, the spirit of Halloween would have laughed as it darted away. There were more victims to find, more people to alter – those who would abuse the spirit of this day had to be punished, and there were so, so many to choose from.

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The Halloween Spirit - Part 2

“Boo!” Jessica shouted as she jumped out from behind the door and into the path of her little sister, who let out a terrified scream. “Hahaha! Come on Suzie, aren’t you supposed to be a big girl now? It’s Halloween! Only dumb toddlers get scared of someone shouting ‘boo’ for God’s sake. You sounded scared enough to wet your…. Oh. My. God!”

The nineteen-year-old doubled up with laughter at the sight of the growing wet stain on the front of her little sister’s skirt, while Suzie herself started to whimper and cry.

“What’s going on here?” their mother asked, appearing suddenly in the doorway. “Suzie, what’s the matter sweetie?”

“Oh nothing, mum,” Jessica answered, still laughing nastily. “Your seven-year-old daughter just pissed her fucking pants, that’s all!”

“Oh Suzie, it’s okay,” their mother cooed gently, pulling her younger daughter into a hug. “We’ll get you cleaned up. Accidents happen, sweetheart… Stop laughing, Jessica! And I don’t want you using language like that in front of your sister!”

“Sorry mum, I just can’t help it,” Jessica said, looking down at her still-crying sister with a smirk. “Maybe you were too soon to let this one out of diapers, huh?”

“That’s enough, Jessica! Get out if you’re not going to help!”

“Like I’d want to help change that little pants-wetter’s pissy undies,” Jessica scoffed, leaving the room and heading off down the corridor.

She didn’t notice as the shadow passed over her, but she stopped halfway to her room, deciding that she might as well go to the toilet herself. She smirked as she entered the bathroom and saw the pack of Goodnites under the sink – the ones that Suzie still needed at night. She knew she was probably being a little cruel to her sister, but honestly the girl was seven years old and she still peed in her pants! It was ridiculous!

Jessica slid her jeans and underwear down her legs and turned around to sit on the toilet when she suddenly felt a horrible chill run down her spine. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and she was overcome by the feeling that something was lurking right behind her.

Immediately, she staggered forwards and spun around, instinctively tugging her panties and jeans back up and looking about fearfully. But there was nothing there. Just the toilet sitting there innocently.

The smell of pee reached her nose, and Jessica blushed crimson when she pulled down her jeans a little and saw the small wet spot on the front of her undies. It was hardly anything – just a tiny dribble, but it made her feel especially humiliated after what had just happened with Suzie. This was different though, she told herself. She’d just been interrupted while using the toilet, that’s all. It wasn’t an accident.

Jessica took a deep breath, slid her panties back down to her knees, and turned around again to plant her bare bottom on the toilet. But then it happened again. Barely a moment after she’d turned her back, there was that overwhelming sense that something was behind her. A monster.

She squealed, yanking up her underwear and trousers again and falling forwards onto the floor in her haste to look behind her. And this time, she left more than a little spot of wetness in her panties. A strong spurt of wee-wee came out of her pussy, soaking the front of her underwear and leaving a noticeable wet patch on the crotch of her jeans.

Jessica was breathing heavily, looking around, wondering what on Earth was happening. There was something lurking by the toilet, she was sure of it. But nothing appeared, and after a minute or so, she got to her feet, wrinkling her nose in disgust at the piss-stained clothes she was now wearing. The urge to pee was getting stronger and stronger, but now even the thought of trying to sit on the toilet sent a thrill of fear through her body.

She went over to the shower instead, stepping inside and, feeling utterly stupid, reaching to pull down her jeans and underwear for the third time. But this time, before she even had time to tug them down, the sense of overpowering fear came back. Her bladder let go.

Jessica stumbled back into the centre of the bathroom as the dark wet patch on her crotch blossomed outwards and streams of warm pee-pee ran down the legs of her jeans, soaking into her shoes and socks. For a moment she could only stare down at herself in disbelief and horror. But then she started crying at the top of her lungs. She’d pissed her pants. No different from Suzie. Worse. She hadn’t done it because someone had tried to jump out and scare her. She felt utterly pathetic. She was actually frightened of some stupid, imaginary potty monster!

And that was how her mother found her, Suzie in tow, blubbering like a baby with her jeans utterly drenched with pee. None of them would ever know how or why it had happened, but over the next few days, the reality of Jessica’s condition became clear. She had developed a sudden, overwhelming phobia of using the toilet, and by the time all the Halloween decorations had been taken down, her mother had had no choice but to go out and buy her nineteen-year-old daughter a large pack of adult nappies to pee and poop in.

“Is it attention? Is that what you want, Jessie?” her mother demanded as she filled Jessica’s underwear drawer with diapers. “Do you want Mummy to start wiping your little butt again?”

Jessica didn’t know which was worse – her mother’s scornful attitude, or the way her little sister kept trying to make her feel better, parroting their mother’s old words of comfort by telling her she’d “be a big girl who peed and pooped in the potty someday”, but that it was okay if she wasn’t “ready for the toilet yet and preferred to use her pants”.

Jessica wished desperately that she could use the toilet again. She cried when she wet herself and she cried when she messed herself, and she cried especially hard when her mother moved her little sister’s old diaper pail into her room, but no matter how disgusted and humiliated she felt, it wasn’t enough to get over her terror of the toilet.

The only place Jessica felt safe going potty was in her pants, and so that’s where she’d be peeing and pooping for the rest of her days. Maybe it would even teach her to be a little nicer to others.

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Daddy sat beside Doe, a playful glint in his eyes. "Well, well, look at my little princess, all snug in her diaper," he cooed, reaching over to gently pat her diapered bottom.

Doe squirmed a little, the diaper crinkling beneath her. She could feel herself blushing, feeling every bit the tiny baby in this moment. "D-Daddy," she stammered around her pacifier, her cheeks flushing pink

He chuckled softly, relishing in her bashful response. "Oh, my sweet girl, don't be shy. You're just a little baby, after all. Diapers are where you belong."

Doe felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she squirmed in her playpen. "D-Daddy, you know you... you turned me into this," she stammered through her pacifier.

Daddy chuckled softly knowing that she had asked for this, craved it, and now here she was, fully regressed and loving every moment of it. He enjoyed the effect his teasing had on her. "Oh, I know, sweetheart. It's not your fault," he said, his tone dripping with playful affection. "But you do look so cute when you blush."

Doe's pacifier muffled her response as she murmured, "Daddy, stop."

Daddy's teasing continued-. "Did my little puddle-maker make a tinkle?" he playfully inquired, gently patting the front of her damp diaper. "You're such a cute little soggy-bottomed princess."

He reached down to ruffle her hair and then leaned closer to whisper in her ear, his words a teasing caress. "You're such a big baby. I changed your messy diaper less then20 minutes ago and you are already soaked. It's almost like you're trying to fill that diaper up as much as possible, isn't it?"

Doe's cheeks flamed as she nodded, unable to meet Daddy's gaze. She felt small and vulnerable, but also strangely secure in her submission. It was a paradox she was growing to love.

"Oh, my pathetic baby," he chuckled, gently patting her diapered bottom.

Doe let out a soft, contented sigh around her pacifier. Daddy's words were like a warm embrace, wrapping around her and making her feel small. She didn't have to be an adult anymore; she could let go and simply be Daddy's cherished little one, even if that means spending hours with a soggy diaper butt. featuring the adorable @patheticallypampered

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Please, Daphne, please… Remember, we were friends once… Remember…

Samantha lay prone on the table, legs splayed, her mittened hands bound - while over her stood the imperious figure of Daphne, AKA Rehabilitative Therapist #49173. Poor Samantha had had had no idea what she was getting into when Daphne, her old childhood friend, had invited her to tour her new place of work, the New Beginnings Correctional and Rehabilitation Facility. She’d jumped at the opportunity - after all, she’d fallen out of touch with Daphne for years, and loved the idea of rekindling their old friendship. What better way to do it?

That was the plan. But within minutes of arriving, she’d begun feeling very faint - perhaps due to the strong chemical smell of what Daphne said was a recent fumigation - and had needed to sit down. She must have dozed off, as far as she could figure. And when she’d come to, she’d found herself in this ludicrous position: trussed, diapered, and thoroughly helpless. What on earth was going on?

Amid her rising panic, she’d been relieved when Daphne came striding into the room. “Oh my God, Daphne, there you are! What the he-” But Daphne, smiling superciliously, had thrust a baby’s pacifier into her friend’s open mouth. “Hush there, little one,” she commanded. “Now I’ve got you exactly where I want you. Don’t you just love getting together with old friends?” She laughed harshly, sardonically, and Samantha stared in bewilderment. What was going on? Was Daphne going to…hurt her? Kidnap her?

But Daphne soon made everything clear. “Remember that sleepover in third grade, Samantha? Oh, I do. I was the one in the pink princess nightgown, the one wearing Goodnites because, guess what? I was still wetting the bed. I was the one you laughed at, giggled over, called a baby. Well, I really don’t think you’re going to be the one doing the laughing after this, will you? Ha, definitely not. I’ll be the one doing the laughing now. I’ll be watching our wonderfully effective program regress you, forcing you into babyhood beyond anything you ever imagined possible…” Samantha quailed under the malicious gleam in Daphne’s eyes.

She grinned sadistically down on her helpless friend. “Let’s see - diaper? Check. Restrained? Check. Pacified? Check. Medicated with sedatives, diuretics, laxatives, and muscle relaxants? Check! And so, I think you’re definitely ready for your real initiation, BABY Samantha. Let’s see what a bit of hypnosis can do to an otherwise sane young woman, shall we?” She flipped a switch, and the room immediately filled with a swirl of tinkling music, cooing voices, and gently throbbing pulses. Samantha whimpered, feeling the sound penetrating her brain, beginning to weave a seductive web of hypnotic suggestions throughout her mind. Such a helpless baby… No use resisting… Good baby girl… Wet little diaper baby… Obey, little one… Obey… Wet…

She fought back as best she could, but she could already tell it was a losing battle. Must not… Give in… Daphne… Help… Please, Daphne… Don’t do this… I’m not a baby… But already the hypnosis was drowning out her own thoughts. Baby, yes… Repeat after me… I am a baby… I am a wet little baby… Obedient little baby… She struggled helplessly, her hands tugging vainly at the straps, her eyes pleading. But Daphne merely smiled condescendingly, her hand firmly massaging Samantha’s diapered crotch.

“Who’s the baby now?” Daphne asked quietly, watching the hope flicker and fade in Samantha’s tearful eyes. And from within Samantha’s own mind came the response that she utterly loathed and yet was coming to believe no matter how hard she fought. I am. I am the baby now.

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It happened so easily, in retrospect.

Click.

She'd been so excited at the prospect of this new trigger. She hadn't thought past her newest dirty desire that tickled her fancy. How wonderful it would be, to have cummies at the press of a button.

Click.

It didn't cross her mind what would come next. What people would do with that information if given the opportunity. Where she could hear the trigger outside of the bedroom.

Click.

She came back into the present. Suddenly thankful she was already sitting on a bench for this ordeal. She looked around, suddenly very aware of her body language and facial expression. Rigid. She was trying so hard for it not to happen. She tried to compose herself, to regain awareness of the world around her.

Click.

She whimpered this time, being sent further into sub space by the sound. She's losing control of herself. She feels so tingly in places she shouldn't right now. Her mind was going blank, giving in to her conditioning.

Click.

She shuddered, and a moan escaped her lips. She wasn't in the park anymore, it was just her on a bench and nothing else. She was Daddy's good girl. She knew what Daddy says she's to do when she hears this sound. She wanted to hear those words of affirmation so badly. She knew what she had to do.

Click.

A loud whine escapes her, her hands are gripping the bench to fight going to her princess parts. It's not like that matters, she's feeling the waves of ecstasy all the same. She's trembling, her legs are shaking. She's beyond caring about the outside world at this point. She's Daddy's good girl, right? She's doing what Daddy says good girls do.

The noise stops and she slowly comes back to Earth. Her awareness of life outside her bench grows slowly as the noise stops. She looks up to see a woman with her clicker in her hand, standing over her. The woman doesn't look displeased, maybe curious and a little proud of herself for this little discovery: A pretty little pup who responded from the first innocent click the woman made in passing to the last five she did on purpose to see what would happen.

It had happened so easily, and now someone else was in on her secret.

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Louder than Words

Yet another remastered story, everyone! And yes, I'm still here. - ONND

***

Ann stared in vain at the screen in front of her, lingering on the clock in the corner. She had told her boss - the firebrand lawyer that she aspired to be like - that she could have her report done by Monday morning, and yet for the past three hours she had accomplished absolutely nothing. It was as if a fog had set over her, and she knew exactly who to blame.

In one furious motion, the diminutive blonde rose from her seat, stomped through her apartment hallway as loudly as her five-foot frame could, stopped, and pointed, as sharply and as angrily as her finger was capable of pointing.

“YOU!” she bellowed, her face bright red.

“Yes?” Richard, her boyfriend, turned in his swivel, utterly unfazed, resting his hands in his lap as he looked up at his fuming visitor.

“Don’t play dumb with me!” the girl bellowed, “Your stupid fucking hypnosis bullshit has been messing with my head all night, and I’ll remind you that I have a lot of work to do.”

“My… stupid hypnosis?” he repeated softly, raising an eyebrow, “But… I thought that hypnosis didn’t do anything?”

“Oh shut up, smartass,” Ann barked, “it doesn’t. But all your yammering on about figuring out the trigger” - she added air quotes as she mocked - “and how revolutionary you seem to think this bullshit is has been giving me a fucking headache, and now I can’t focus on my goddamn work.”

“My oh my,” the man shook his head in his seat, “such rude words. As I said before, I’m quite proud of this new file, and I’m very appreciative that you would let me test it out on you. I just thought you should know that it’s trigger-based, in case that helps you manage it. After twenty-four hours, I’ll be happy to remove it if you just ask, but I need to collect a few observations first.”

“I don’t need you to remove shit,” she snarled, “It doesn’t do anything, and I wish you’d stop wasting your time on it. Just tell me what the stupid trigger is or whatever, so I can focus on more important things. Christ.”

“Oh, but where’s the fun in that?” Richard smiled, “Besides, if the file really isn’t doing anything, then it’d seem to me that you just need a simple distraction. So why don’t you take your mind off work a few minutes, hmmm? Relax a little?”

Ann growled, but eventually released her pointing hand and exhaled. She wasn’t one to admit it, but perhaps, she thought, he was right - a simple distraction was what she needed.

The girl left her boyfriend’s office and made her way to the kitchen, where she quickly came upon some lingering plates and cutlery from the night’s dinner. Once more, she took a deep breath, before taking a sponge and turning on the faucet, immersing herself in a simple, productive task to clear the fog in her head.

And within just a few moments, that fog seemed to start to clear. The girl felt calmer and more at ease, and didn’t even show annoyance when a familiar face came in to join her.

“Aww, thank you!” her boyfriend remarked, “You didn’t have to do that. Maybe I can help?”

“I can handle it myself,” she said without turning, “but thanks.”

Indeed, it seemed she was almost done with the work anyway, only one plate left to scrub off and place into the couple’s dishwasher. But then, that plate slipped from her hands.

In a moment of sudden panic, Ann scrambled to regain a grip on the wide dinner plate, her wet fingers grasping madly at the air over the sink. Finally, she was able to regain a hold, but it came at such an awkward angle that she ended up diverting the full pour of the faucet towards her body, blasting her with such force that she had to drop the ceramic into the basin below.

The plate shattered into pieces, and Ann just stood there, trying to make sense of what had just happened, and what had come of it. She was drenched - the burst of water had reached her face, her t-shirt, and the front of her pants. As her boyfriend stepped calmly in front of her, turning off the sink and beginning to collect the shattered remains of the plate, the girl erupted once again in frustration.

“Fucking seriously!?” she yelled out, “Why the fuck did you have to distract me again? I was finally starting to fucking relax and you had to get up behind me and…”

“Whoa there now,” he gestured, as if trying to rein in a horse, “no need for that kind of hostility. I’ll just take care of the little mess here, and I think you should probably focus on getting yourself cleaned up?”

Again the girl growled, balling up fists as she walked away. Part of her wanted to keep arguing, but she knew there would be nothing to gain. Plus, she knew he was right - she needed to get herself cleaned up. Her shirt was sopping wet, and the stain on her pants had soaked her underwear as well.

As she changed herself out into dry clothes in their bedroom, Richard once again came to join, tapping her ajar door before peering in.

“You gonna be alright changing yourself there, babe? Maybe I should get you something a little more absorbent, in case you have another little mishap?”

“Real funny,” she rolled her eyes, “I can keep my pants dry just fine, as long as someone doesn’t keep distracting me. Now could you please leave me alone?”

“Alright, alright,” he acquiesced, and walked away.

Ann, dressed in a fresh set of clothes, took several deep breaths to try to calm herself down, hoping that she might be able to focus enough to get her work done. But as she stared again into the screen, she found herself again veering away from her task. She played games, watched news, checked social media, and did everything except the thing she was supposed to do, until a familiar feeling finally pulled her away from her seat.

“God fucking damn it,” she muttered under her breath, shaking her head as she walked away from her laptop. She wondered why she had been so ineffective - she’d never been one to struggle so much with writer’s block or procrastination before, and she didn’t really care about the stupid hypnosis trigger, did she?

But then, only a few feet from her chair, Ann felt something strange. The urge that she had, that had started as a simple need for a pee break, seemed to be developing unnaturally, growing stronger and stronger each second. But it had gotten beyond even that.

The girl looked down, unable to believe what she was seeing. There, at the front of her fresh pair of shorts, spots were appearing. They weren’t some burst of desperation, but small, uncontrolled drop, leaking through underwear, and beginning to drip onto the floor.

“Fuck!” She launched into a sprint for the bathroom, but it was already too late. The drops had turned into a full-blown stream, flowing down across the legs of her shorts and forming puddles on the hardwood below, with her muscles unable to stop anything.

She finally did enter the bathroom, but there wasn’t much left for her to do there. She tossed off her ruined shorts and panties - her second such set of the day - and sat half-naked on the toilet bowl, mulling her situation, cursing until her face turned red.

And then, like clockwork, he showed up, carrying a crinkling package in his hand as he waved to his girlfriend from the bathroom’s entrance.

“What the fuck do you want!?” she balked, “And why do you even have that?”

“Occupational hazard,” he chuckled, “different hypnoses affect people in different ways, and sometimes these h-”

“NO!” she pointed, glaring suddenly, “Don’t say that word - that word that rhymes with ‘yelp.’ That’s your fucking trigger word, isn’t it? Isn’t it?”

Richard smiled and shrugged, and then began to answer. “A good g-”

“No!” she cut him off, “You know what? Don’t fucking say anything. Don’t talk to me tonight. Sleep on the fucking couch. Okay?”

The man standing in the hallway nodded, raising his free hand up to gesture for calm. He said nothing.

“But,” Ann went on, her voice turning timid, “could you leave the package here? Thanks.”

Her boyfriend tossed the package towards her before proceeding to walk away once again. Ann, after a few moments, reached to bring it closer to herself, shuddering as she examined the contents.

Diapers. A small, mostly empty bag of thick, adult diapers. Ann wondered if she really needed them, or if she was simply letting Richard’s riddles get in her head. Either way, she figured, it would be easier to just put one on. Tomorrow afternoon, she reminded herself, she would be done with this insanity, free to go back to her normal life. And she would never agree to let that man hypnotize her again.

With a sigh, the girl took a garment from the bag and unfolded it, trying to make sense of front and back. This will be over soon, she reminded herself, and she stood to wrap the diaper around herself. It was an alien feeling, and she winced as she heard the plastic crinkle. Still, it wasn’t all that uncomfortable, and she was able to ease into the sensation as she walked back towards the bedroom, carrying the remainder of the bag in her fingers.

Richard had gone to sleep on their sofa, as requested, and Ann flopped onto their bed alone, thoughts from the previous day racing through her mind. She was too tired to try to do work any longer, and she reminded herself that it would be a waste of time anyway. Within a day, this would all be over, and that thought calmed her as she drifted off peacefully.

****

Some nine hours later, Ann rubbed her tired head as she tried to adjust to the new day. She wasn’t used to sleeping so long, and she certainly wasn’t used to the new sensation between her legs.

“Oh, Christ…” she mumbled, tossing off her blanket and covers to reveal a sopping diaper underneath.

“Good morning, sleepyhead!” Richard waltzed in, a wide smile on his face, “Ready for breakfast?”

“Could you not be so fucking loud?” she whispered, holding the side of her head, “i literally just woke up. Jesus…”

“Oh my,” he said, speaking more softly now, “looks like someone’s had a busy night, huh? I suppose I’ll just leave you to it, then.”

And for a few moments, he did, working away in the kitchen while the girl tried to orient herself. Slowly, Ann was able to untape her worn diaper, wrap it, and toss into their wastebasket, before pulling another from the bag - the last, she quickly realized - and setting it around her hips.

“Need any… assistance there?” Richard chimed in from the kitchen.

“No!” she balked, “I can change myself. I don’t need you using this as an excuse to humiliate me any more.”

“Suit yourself, then.”

This time, however, it seemed the tapes were baffling Ann. Try as she might, she simply couldn’t fix them around her waist, no matter if she was lying down or standing up, no matter how she tried to position her hands.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?” he finally asked again, peering into the bedroom door.

“I told you not to… ugh…” the girl scowled, crossing her arms and turning her head. “Fine! Go ahead and fucking change me already. I hope you’re happy, asshole.”

“Always!” he answered cheerily, whistling to himself as he fastened the blushing girl’s diaper.

“Y’know,” he said, just as he was finishing the work, “I think I might have to pick up a few things at the mall today. Would you care to join me?”

“Fine,” the girl replied, her head still turned away, a scowl still covering her face, “whatever.”

Breakfast was a silent affair - flapjacks and scrambled eggs, which the girl ate, to her relief, without incident. All the while, her mind continued to race through her current situation, as she struggled to accept the profound effects the hypnosis seemed to have had on her, and wondered how much further it would go before the day was through.

Soon, the two were in the mall lobby, watching Sunday crowds scuttle about around them. Ann had chosen a light blue sundress to wear - the one clean item she had that wouldn’t leave her with an obvious bulge - but she was still highly self-conscious of what was hidden underneath.

“So what did you want to get here?” the girl asked, nervously maintaining her hands at the hem of her dress.

“Well,” he began, “I did notice that package I gave you was running a bit l-”

“Oh my fucking god,” she cut him off, “You fucking asshole. You just brought me out here to buy diapers, didn’t you? You just want to fucking humiliate me, is that it?”

“Now, now,” Richard answered calmly, “no need to make a fuss. Yes, I may have needed to pick up a few of those, but I’m also happy to go shop for anything you like. My treat - it’s my way of thanking you for -” he paused and grinned, anticipating her grimace at his next word, “helping me with this project.”

Ann’s face turned red as she clenched her teeth. She wanted to scream that this was some trap, but she fought against the urge, not wanting to call attention to herself in this state. Plus, if he was being honest, this could be a chance for her to salvage her situation with a bit of material compensation.

And so, the girl led her boyfriend without a word to an upscale clothing outlet, handing him a basket to carry. For the next hour, she would fill it with anything that caught her eye, smiling gleefully as she snatched up the most extravagant items in the store. And Richard, for his part, said nothing.

That was, until he heard the girl’s stomach emit a familiar rumble.

“Uh oh…” he teased, “looks like someone’s gotta go.”

“It’s fine,” Ann rolled her eyes, “I can wait. I’d rather not deal with a public bathroom right now.” And with that, she went back to picking clothes, as her boyfriend shrugged silently and averted his gaze with a whistle.

It was only a few moments later, though, that a sudden and powerful cramp struck the girl, causing her to nearly drop the dress she was holding. With wide eyes and blush cheeks, the girl looked nervously around before admitting a change of heart.

“Berightback,” she blurted, and she darted off into the mall. And after putting their overflowing basket aside, her boyfriend ran after.

For a moment, Ann stopped and turned. “Don’t follow me!” she yelled, “I don’t need your fucking help, okay? I - I - oh god…”

The second cramp that hit, it seemed, was far more forceful than the first. There, in the mall’s corridor, Ann grunted as she felt her body pushing and pushing, a massive, mushy mess filling the back of her diaper.

She wanted to cry.

“There there, sweetie,” Richard said softly, “it’s okay. Why don’t we just make a quick run to the pharmacy, and then we’ll be off home and get you nice and clean, ‘kay?”

“You…” she grimaced, but she held back. Don’t make a scene here, she told herself, not here.

And so she went along, swallowing her tongue and her pride as he took her by the hand over to the mall’s small drugstore. But against his word, Richard seemed to be taking his sweet time, whistling as he carefully looked through the packages in the diaper aisle, before settling on one he liked.

“Oooh, this is perfect! A nice big package for you. Can you read how many diapies are in here?”

“Fuck off,” the girl whispered through gritted teeth, “I can read fine, asshole.”

“Oh?” the man countered with a condescending smile, “Go on, then.”

Fuming through her nose as she tried to contain her rage, the girl let her eyes drift to the package, finding nothing but incomprehensible symbols on it. Then, those eyes began to dart around the aisle, finding only the same on every other package and sign. And when she realized what it all meant, Ann snapped.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME?” she yelled, stomping her foot against the store rug, “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME??”

“Now now, sweetie,” Richard smiled, putting aside the package he was holding, “there’s no need for that kind of language. Don’t forget we’re in a store now.”

“Fuck you,” the girl retorted, her face beet red as she landed another stomp on the floor, “Fuck you fuck you fu-”

In an instant, the girl found herself looking down at the floor, positioned with her full diaper facing up over her boyfriend’s knee.

“Tsk tsk tsk” he shook his head, stern but calm, “How many times did I warn you?”

*SMACK*

“Little girls like you shouldn’t be using such foul language.”

*SMACK*

“And now, this is what you get.”

*SMACK*

“Is that clear?”

Ann nodded behind watering eyes as she was let down onto her feet, her hand reaching to support her sore bottom as she winced at the sticky mess that had been pressed against it.

She would be silent for the rest of their mall trip, hiding her face behind her hands as her boyfriend checked out the new package of diapers, and looking away as they drove home. It was almost over, she told herself, remembering that there were only a few hours left before the day was up. This nightmare is almost over.

That only made it more shocking, however, when he led her back into their apartment to reveal what was once his office, redone completely into a full, adult-sized nursery, complete with a giant crib, soft pink-colored walls with infantile decorations, and a changing mat, onto which she found herself being placed.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he smiled, “I did a little redecorating while you were asleep last night. Thought you mind need this.”

“What the fuck,” the girl seethed, preparing to burst once more, “You fucking psycho…”

“Now, now,” he chided, “what did we say about naughty words?”

“I can say whatever the fuck I want!”

“Can you, now?”

The girl was ready to go off once more, but she was interrupted by a strange feeling. Her tongue, it seemed, was lost in her mouth, and all of the sounds she wanted to make seemed impossible.

“Ga…” she mustered, “ba… da…” but she simply couldn’t formulate a word.

“Oh, too bad,” Richard commented, unable to fully hide his chuckle at the girl’s state, “Seems like someone’s lost her train of thought. And it’s such a shame, because I’m sure you really wanted to ask for me to undo this hypnosis.

“But that’s not going to happen now, because you went and said those words again - I can. So sad, really - you could have probably figured it out when you were still smart enough, but instead you went and insulted me and my work, thinking you were so much better than all of it.

“I guess it can’t be helped. I guess that’s just the girl you are - or at least, the one you were. Thinking you were better than everyone else, thinking you could do anything. And that’s exactly why I had to teach you this lesson.”

Ann lay in wide-eyed shock as she soaked in the revelation. Her mind raced as she tried to find a way out, a way to escape being this oversized baby, unable to speak a word, being changed out of a full, wet, messy diaper before being put down into her crib for a nap.

But she couldn’t.

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"Brian- Please! Please, let me go. Please? I- I just- I want to go home… Please…"

Melinda's voice quavers out, her hands tugging fruitlessly at the bonds holding her captive. Behind her blindfold I know her adorable eyes must be wide… pleading… pathetic and ever so ashamed. She has never been put through anything like this before. She is disoriented and humiliated and ever so shaken. She has melted into a puddle of anxiety and mortified submission…

But unfortunately for her, that is all precisely what turns me on.

"Baby, what on earth is the matter with you?" My voice is gravelly and low, the fierce thrum of arousal and dominant control rippling through every syllable. "You told me you wanted to try something different this weekend. You said you wanted me to take charge. And most importantly, you even said you would help me explore any new hobby I wanted to try…"

I'm grinning now as I tug at the jute strands pulled taut around her deliciously bare body. She's so beautiful, my darling Melinda. So curvy and alluring and womanly. So vulnerable like this… so very naked and exposed. At my touch she jerks in her bonds, as much like a captive piece of meat as the strong, confident woman I know she really is. I love her, of course. It's because I love her that I want to tease her… make her sob like a baby… wring from her lips the most humiliating and degrading wails of abject submission…

"Remember that? And then you laughed when I told you, didn't you? What was it you said again? 'Macrame? Macrame's lame! Macrame's for grandmas!'" The scorn drips from my voice as I chuckle softly. "Well, then. If I'm a grandma, I guess that makes you my grand-baby, huh? How do you like my new project, sweetie? How do you like being my new project?"

I'm twisting the ropes tighter now, relishing the music of her pathetic little grunts and squeals of discomfort. "No, please! Brian, I-, I'm sorry! I- I shouldn't have made fun- it's good, really! It- it's fine-"

"Just… fine? You seriously want to call my beautiful art project – my pretty little wifey all done up and suspended here like an adorable baby doll for everyone to see… You want to call that just fine?!"

I'm delighted, really. But I want to make her beg – and she's told me before that she wants to be forced to beg, too. So roughly I tug the ropes, and loudly she cries out, and fiercely I begin prodding the humiliating and obviously soiled padding around her beautiful ass. "Look, you were even whining about coming to this nursery, remember? 'Brian, this is so weird! Brian, give me back my clothes! Brian, I'm not a baby!' Well, who's not a baby now, huh? Or haven't you even noticed what a full, pissy diaper you've made?"

She's writhing as I lean down and forcefully squeeze the thick, distended bulk of her diaper directly up into her ass and cunt. "Feel that? It's soaked full of your own piss, baby. You did that. You're the one who absolutely destroyed that diaper." I laugh softly, and the sadistic edge in my tone almost frightens even me. "No one made you, you know. No one ordered you to. You just stood here – a grown, adult woman – and decided that instead of holding it, you were going to piss yourself like the stupidest, most disgusting little baby…"

"Yes- yes, I did!" she's whimpering now, and from the high-pitched tone and the way she's quivering I can tell she's hurtling backward and downward into the sub space she craves so much. "I pissed- pissed myself! I can't- couldn't help it- Just- just a dumb, stupid, sub-"

"Wrong! You're a dumb, stupid baby," I correct, with a fierce swat to her naked thigh. "You know, I was thinking about letting you go until that little slip-up, sweetie. I was going to untie this adorable little art project – maybe even let you take off that smelly diaper before we head home tonight. But now…"

I pause for dramatic effect, relishing the sight of her shuddering breath pausing in trembling anxiety. "I think… maybe another hour here will help you remember. And maybe another bottle of apple juice, too. Just to make sure my pretty little art project doesn't get… dried out."

Melinda's broken wails and pleas for mercy are pure poetry to my ears. But you know what sounds even prettier? The way they dissolve into nothing more than gurgles and gulping grunts once I force the next bottle deep into her mouth.

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"Oh, um… what was that? You're with who?"

Angela pressed her phone closer to her ear, her attention focused on the staticky masculine voice emanating from the tiny speaker. "Medical research… checking in… survey… if you have time… gift card…"

She sighed. But then, with a resigned glance around the empty bedroom room, nodded to her invisible caller. "Uh, sure. Sure, I guess I can do that." She bounced gently in place, her half-naked body swaying gracefully as she maintained her balance. "What's the first question?"

"Uhh… oh. That? Really?"

Her eyes dropped in a sudden flash of self-consciousness, and her fingers fidgeted at the plastic waistband of her gaily decorated diaper. "Uh, yeah. Completely incontinent." A pause, and then a shake of the head. "No- not really. No medication- Nope, nothing else. Just… yeah. Just the… what you said. 'Protective briefs'."

Her mouth twisted into a wry smile at the phrase, and again she glanced downward – this time in silent amusement at the odd euphemisms folks loved to use for an ordinary diaper. "Umm… three times a day? Sometimes four." Another pause, while her fingers strayed downward and probed unconsciously at the cotton and plastic bunched between her naked thighs. A bit wet. Nothing major. "No, not really. Just a little chafing now and then, but nothing serious." Another pause. "Oh, relationship? Yeah, married."

On and on it went, question after probing question. Her family history. Her hobbies. Whether and how her condition interfered with them. Occupation. And so on, and so forth, as the clock ticked on and her patience grew ever more thin.

But finally came a truly unexpected question: one that brought the already awkward conversation to a full stop. Angela hesitated, eyes flicking downward and back as she considered her response. "Uhh…" Fingers slipped over the sensitive regions between her legs, so amply protected by the thick garment she wore. Then… with a naughty grin and flushing cheeks, she leaned closer and spoke.

"No, actually, my husband loves it. Tell you the truth, we actually both love it."

She grinned to herself, and now her fingers were steadily stroking at her padded crotch. "Sure! Umm, lots of reasons. I don't have to run to the bathroom constantly, for one thing. And, um, I don't have to worry about accidents anymore." She paused, then shrugged as if her polite discretion had entirely evaporated along with her patience. "And, I mean… have you ever worn one, mister? They're freaking comfortable! And listen: when you feel everything just let go and you absolutely soak them full… uuhnnnn…!"

It was nothing short of a full-throated moan of undisguised pleasure. A devious grin spread across her face as she cocked her head, listening to the stuttering fellow on the other end trying to recover his composure. "Everything okay there?" A few seconds paused, and then she grew thoughtful once more. "Oh, okay. What I'd like to see in future products? Hmm, let me think…"

She gave her diaper a quick squeeze, then broke silence once more. "Well, there's two things, actually! First off, these diapers of mine need to be a heck of a lot cheaper – like, half what they are now. And then… I mean, since you're asking…" Here she trailed off, and once again a devilish grin flashed across her face. "Honestly, I think they need to be much thicker, and far less discreet. Because after all, mister… when a naughty girl like me piddles in her pants non-stop, don't you think she deserves to have everyone know about it? Don't you think she ought to be absolutely humiliated for being such a wet, dirty little diaper girl?"

She laughed then – a full-throated, lusty laugh of confidence and derision at her stunned interviewer. "Aww, what's the matter? Done with your questions already? Or did you want me to tell you more about how badly I need my diapers?"

Perhaps it was for the best that the poor fellow on the other end couldn't see Angela once she hung up and tossed her phone onto the bed beside her. Though then again… the way she began shamelessly grinding her padded crotch into her defenseless pillow would at the very least have been…

Educational, perhaps? Or at the very least, informative. Because maybe, just maybe, he'd have learned that dealing with a disability could actually be a hell of a lot of fun.

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NOTE: This little story features forced mental regression, unethical behavior, and dubious consent, all of which are definitely NOT what people should do in real life. Please keep in mind that this is fantasy ONLY!

It's like I've always said. Half of life may be about finding your own success, but the other half is keeping other people from fighting over you while you do it.

Take Sheila and Carol, for instance. See 'em there? Yep, that's my wife on the right, and my secretary on the left. Or rather, that's who they were before things went south – before they started whining and fighting and griping about how I was spending too much time with the other. Which was entirely silly and illogical, of course. I mean, how is it my fault if two lovely women both want to be intimate with me at the same time?

I managed it for awhile, you know. For maybe a year it went on: keeping the wife happy with presents and vacations and a good fuck once or twice a week. Then heading to the office, where Carol was waiting with a flirty smile on her lips and a pair of damp panties just begging to be torn off. And yeah, I told her right at the start that I was married – but that didn't bother her one bit. "Forbidden fruit tastes fucking sweet, Jerry," she giggled… before parting her lips and practically gagging on my poised and ready cock.

But then… well, you know how it goes. Jealousy is a real bitch, and so were both of them by the time last Christmas came around. It was "why aren't you going to Cancun with me?" this, and "but you promised we'd take a cruise this holiday!" that. And honestly, after awhile I simply couldn't take it anymore.

Oh, don't bother asking how I did it. It wasn't me, really. It was a very special therapy and retraining center out in California – one that maybe isn't the most well-known, but that certainly knows how to get shit done. Sure, it did cost me half of last year's bonus to keep them there for the entire six-month regimen, and even more once you add the cost of the nursery remodeling and hiring those two maids to take care of them and all the clothes and diapers and formula they go through. But damn, if it wasn't worth it in the end!

Look at 'em now. See them playing so happy and sweet in their nursery? To see them crawling and babbling away now, you'd think they were best friends their entire lives! They play together, get fed together, take naps together… and yeah even get their diapers changed together. Heck, half the time I come to visit, I catch them humping each other like the horniest adult-sized babies you ever did see.

But what about you?, some folks might ask incredulously. What on earth could you possibly get out of having the two women in your life reduced to half-naked, drooling, oversized babies? What a silly question! Here, just watch and I'll show you why…

"Hey, sweeties! Come on, who wants a taste of Daddy's special ba-ba?"

See? Look at them staring at us! Watch how they come crawling and waddling over, dropping their pacifiers in their hurry! And just like that, look: they're ready to play, gaping and drooling, mindlessly begging me to fill their silly open mouths. And of course I will – like the good husband and boss and daddy I am. First one, and then the other, and then back again…

See what I mean? Now that everyone has learned to share, we're all just so much happier!

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Jessica’s Messy School Day

(WARNING: This fictional story contains ABDL elements and themes, such as diaper usage. If you’re not into that, please click away now.)

Jessica abruptly woke up to the sound of her own gurgling stomach. An intense feeling of pressure was starting to develop within her bowels. She groggily stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before she finally decided to get up and use the bathroom. “This is odd… I usually never have to poop in the morning…” she muttered to herself as she slowly walked into the bathroom. She pulled down her panties and nestled her butt onto the toilet seat. She forcefully pushed in an attempt to release whatever was building up inside of her, but no matter how hard she pushed, the only thing that came out was a tiny fart.

As she patiently sat on the toilet and waited for something solid to come out, she glanced at a nearby clock and realized that she had overslept. She was about to be late for school. She hastily pulled her panties back up and scrambled out of the bathroom. As the feeling of pressure in her bowels gradually continued to intensify, she tried to think of what to do. Suddenly, she got an idea. “I think I’m going to take some laxatives now so I can force myself to poop later… and I’ll wear a diaper to school just in case I can’t make it to the bathroom.” She thought. It was then when she realized that she had never worn a diaper to school before.

“But if I end up using the diaper, my classmates will probably smell it and find out about my secret…” she continued, evaluating the pros and cons of her idea.  For some background, Jessica liked to consider herself a DL, despite not wearing diapers 24/7. This was due to the fact that she was only able to wear diapers when she was home alone. She had never even thought of wearing them when her parents were around or during school days, as she was scared that someone might find out about her secret. But today she was facing a challenging dilemma; On one hand, she didn’t want to take the risk of possibly having an accident in the middle of class, but on the other hand, she didn’t want to have to deal with the uncomfortable pressure in her gut all day.

After a few seconds of thinking, she made her decision. She sifted through her secret stash of diapers and eventually found an absorbent diaper that wasn’t too bulky. She quickly took off the panties she was wearing and put on the diaper. She then continued her morning routine, enjoying the soothing sensation of the soft diaper hugging her rear. She put on her school uniform, which resembled that of a typical Japanese high school; a navy blue pleated skirt and a sailor-style collared blouse. “Thank goodness this uniform has a skirt.” she thought. “Sure, if somebody manages to peek, then they’ll get a clear view of my diaper… But otherwise, it hides my diaper just fine.”

She then sifted through the bathroom cabinets and located some chocolate laxative tablets. She quickly ate a few and made her way to the front door of her house. Suddenly, as she was about to step outside, she accidentally released a moderately loud fart. Thankfully, nobody was around to hear it. Jessica briefly considered going for another attempt at the toilet, but she ditched the idea as soon as she looked at the clock again. Her school was really strict when it came to being tardy, so she couldn’t take any chances. Without any further hesitation, she bolted out of her house and quickly maneuvered through her neighborhood.

Her pleated skirt constantly flowed with the wind as she ran, which made her diaper easily visible to anyone who may have been passing by. But Jessica didn’t care; Right now, her only goal was to get to school on time. When she arrived at her school, she entered the building and began walking through the halls. She could feel a small feeling of pressure building up in her bladder. “I was in such a rush this morning that forgot to pee! I’ll have to hold it in for now…” Jessica hastily thought. She fought off her growing urge to pee as she arrived at her homeroom. “You got here right on time! Class is about to start.” the teacher said as Jessica entered the classroom.

Jessica was very nervous about the diaper she was wearing, even though she knew nobody could see it. Her diaper crinkled quietly as she anxiously sat down in her seat. Her urge to poop wasn’t too strong or distracting yet, but it was still intensifying at an alarming rate. As soon as the bell rang, Jessica rose from her seat and bolted out of the classroom. When she arrived at the bathroom, she saw that the line was considerably long. The bathroom lines are almost always long in between periods, so this wasn’t really a surprise. By the time her turn would finally come, she would be late for her next class. Jessica  let out a disappointed sigh and reluctantly walked to her next class.

Jessica’s urge to pee was also starting to reach considerable levels. Frankly, she had never felt more uncomfortable in her life. At this point, her body was begging her to unleash all of the waste that was building up inside of her, but she was determined to avoid using her diaper. With some perseverance, she was able to make it through the second period without many problems. Jessica stopped by the bathroom as she was walking to her next class and noticed that the line was just as long as it was last time. “Damn it… I don’t think I’ll be able to hold it in much longer…” Jessica muttered to herself. The feeling of pressure in her gut was becoming intense, and she needed to relieve it somehow.

She briefly looked around. The halls were very currently very crowded and noisy. Without any further hesitation, she lightly pushed, and a monstrously loud fart proceeded to erupt out of her body. Thankfully, the noise in the halls was loud enough to successfully mask the sound. The pressure in Jessica’s bowels was now slightly relieved. A few seconds later, she heard multiple nearby students complaining to each other about the horrible smell that was now spreading. Jessica quickly escaped the busy halls and walked to her next class. Thankfully, this was the last period before lunch, so she would finally be able to use the bathroom. She just had to survive one more period…

About halfway through the period, her stomach gurgled audibly. There was still about half an hour left in the period, and the pressure in her bowels and bladder had become unbearable. Jessica clutched her stomach with both of her hands as she started squirming in her seat. She was starting to receive some confused glances from the students sitting near her. As a last-ditch effort, she raised her hand and asked if she could use the bathroom. “Sorry, I’m in the middle of a lesson right now, can it wait?” The teacher replied in a somewhat irritated tone. “Oh… ok…” Jessica muttered, accepting defeat.

Jessica kept her hands on her grumbly stomach as she helplessly released a silent-but-deadly fart. Jessica blushed intensely and nervously watched as her classmates were forced to deal with her gas. After a few seconds, she noticed students around her whispering to each other about the odd smell. While this was going on, Jessica could feel the head of a massive turd peeking out of her butthole, as if it was waiting for the green light. Eventually, the teacher noticed the horrible smell and opened up some windows in an attempt to alleviate it. “This definitely isn’t going to end well…” Jessica thought.

Jessica could feel a few drops of pee seeping into her diaper despite her best efforts to hold it in. “I can’t hold it much longer… I might as well open the floodgates.” She thought as she carefully let go of her bladder. A long stream of pee began to flow into her diaper. She could feel her diaper gradually swelling underneath her skirt as she continued peeing. By the time Jessica was finally done, the diaper was completely yellow. The intense urine smell that was now emitting from her diaper quickly merged with the lingering smell of her fart. She discreetly reached into her skirt to feel the diaper, and was surprised by how moist it felt.

“Just 10 more minutes…” Jessica said to herself as she slowly rubbed her upset stomach and looked at the clock. Unfortunately, the pressure in her bowels was just too unbearable. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it in much longer. “I can’t believe I’m about to do this in front of all my classmates…” Jessica nervously thought as she bent over in her chair, but not enough to reveal her diaper. She helplessly began dumping a load into her already soaked diaper. Her diaper began to slowly sag as multiple large logs of poop were dumped into it. The mess soon started to expand into the front of the diaper, which triggered her bladder to release again. Another stream of pee, albeit shorter than the initial one, began gushing into her diaper.

“Ugh… there’s more?!” Jessica hastily thought as she realized that she was peeing. She could feel the poop in her diaper becoming mushier as it absorbed more of her urine. By the time she was done peeing, her diaper was on the verge of leaking. A loud squelch sound emitted from the diaper as she sat down, and she could feel her own waste nastily smushing on her skin. She looked around and noticed that her classmates were awkwardly glancing at each other with disgusted expressions on their faces. Jessica cringed as soon as the smell of her own waste reached her nostrils. “I didn’t know I was capable of producing a stench that horrible.“ She thought, embarrassed. Soon enough, the bell rang. It was finally lunchtime.

Jessica’s full diaper constantly produced squelching noises as she began making her way through the halls. Her heavily bulging diaper made it difficult to walk normally, but she tried her best to avoid causing suspicion. Even so, she didn’t know how long she could go without anyone noticing; The horrible odor emitting from her rear area was basically a dead giveaway. Now that it was lunch time, the bathroom lines were considerably shorter. She wanted to take this opportunity to change, but she was in such a rush this morning that she forgot to bring anything to change into. “Ugh… I hope nobody notices the smell.” she said to herself as she arrived at the cafeteria.

She knew her friends would try to sit next to her during lunch, so she needed to find a secluded area to eat in. “Oh boy, I’m starving.” she said as she happily approached the lunch lady. The lunch lady cringed as soon as she caught a whiff of Jessica’s smelly diaper, but she didn’t say anything. After Jessica received her food, she looked around the cafeteria for a place where no one would bother her. She eventually found a fairly obscure area near the corner of the cafeteria. The waste in her diaper awkwardly smushed against her buttcheeks as she sat down. She ate her food within a few minutes, and her stomach started to gurgle loudly soon after. She nervously placed her hands on her upset stomach.

She had forgotten that the cafeteria food at her school was infamous for causing stomachaches. She shamelessly pushed out a loud fart, taking advantage of the secluded space. “Ahh… that feels so much better…” she said to herself as she felt the pressure in her stomach gradually relieving itself. Jessica continued to break wind for a while until she suddenly felt something solid and warm forcing its way out of her. Jessica stopped pushing as she realized what she just did. “Did I just… poop again?” Jessica asked herself. Her stomach then gurgled angrily. Jessica grunted as she forcefully pushed another large load of poop into her already full diaper.

“Ugh… It’s so full now…” she muttered to herself as bell rang and lunch ended. Throughout the remainder of the day, Jessica received numerous confused and disgusted glances from the students sitting near her, but thankfully nobody actually confronted her. As soon as the final bell rang, Jessica quickly gathered her things and bolted out of the classroom she was in. “I can’t wait to finally go home and change out of this smelly, mushy diaper!” Jessica excitedly said to herself as she made her way out of the school. Normally she didn’t mind being in a full diaper, but today she had been wearing it for so long that she no longer found it appealing.

During the walk home, she could feel some more pressure developing in her bowels. “Ugh… I need to poop again… but I’m not gonna use my diaper this time!” Jessica said to herself. The diaper was already on the verge of overflowing, so she didn’t want to take any risks. “I’m almost home… I can hold it…” Jessica muttered as her urge to poop strengthened. When she finally arrived at her house, she opened the front door and noticed her younger brother James in the living room playing video games. “Hm… I was gonna use the toilet, but…” Jessica thought as she approached her brother.

"Hey James.” Jessica greeted. James muted his game headset and looked at Jessica. “Hey Jess. What’s up?” James said. It took him a few seconds to notice the putrid odor emitting from Jessica’s rear area. “Ew! What’s that smell?!” James said, pinching his nose. “Did you mess yourself… at school?” He asked, after a slightly awkward silence. Jessica nodded her head. “That’s disgusting, Jess. I thought you said you would never do that.” James said, curiously. “Well… I woke up this morning with a stomachache, so I took some laxatives to relieve it. I decided to wear a diaper to school for good measure.” Jessica explained as she took off her skirt and revealed her loaded diaper.

She gave James a full 360 view. James just sat there and eyed the diaper with a confused expression on his face. "Um… you should probably throw it away, it’s stinking up the whole house.” James said as he tried to go back to playing his video game. Just then, Jessica pushed lightly, and a loud onslaught of gas exited her body. “Ew! Jess, that’s disgusting!” James exclaimed, pinching his nose again. “Sorry! I really need to poop…” She said, meekly. “Then go upstairs and use the toilet or something!” James angrily said, thankful that his game mic was still muted.

Jessica then entered a slight squatting position, and began to relieve the pressure that had been building up. She pushed multiple large turds into her already full diaper, right in front of her brother. The diaper visibly bulged and sagged as she continued dropping her load. “Ew, Jess! I don’t want to see you take a dump!” James exclaimed, trying to cover his eyes. After about a minute, Jessica finally finished pooping. The diaper was now at maximum capacity, and it reeked horribly. Jessica stood up straight and let out a sigh of relief. “Are… are you done yet?!” James nervously asked. Jessica looked at him and laughed heartily.

“Ugh… I will never understand you, Jess…” James said as Jessica began making her way upstairs. After quickly grabbing a fresh diaper from the secret stash in her room, she made her way into the bathroom to change. When she was done, she went back into her room and threw herself onto her bed. She was emotionally exhausted after everything that happened today at school, and right now she wanted nothing more than to relax in a soft, clean diaper. “Ah…” Jessica sighed as she could feel her face sinking into her pillow. Eventually, she fell asleep.

THE END

[snugglybunni]

As the adults on the table finished their cake, the vibrator inside of my diaper sprang to life. I turned around, just to look directly into mommys prompting eyes. My pleading view was wiped away with a shake of her head. I knew what I had to do.

So I turned onto my belly again. As I started to hump my diaper, one after another of mommys guests fell silent. Apart from the loud crinkle of my diaper, the room was silent. Well, if you ignore the noises from the coffee cups of course. But to get to an Orgasm and end this ridiculous situation, you have to ignore them, along with the people responsible for these noises. 

When I heard a slurp from one of these cups, I started moaning. I could feel all of these views piercing through my back, examining my diaper, my outfit, my pigtails, dissecting every movement of my hips. I rustled myself closer to orgasm, ignoring the dead silence of mommys coffee club, trying to pretend I wasn’t getting off from this humiliation, trying to keep at least a fraction of my dignitiy. 

My climax was loud. Not only because I didn’t even attempt to keep back any of my moans, no, it was also accompanied by an excited applause.

As I laid there panting, the vibrator was turned to up even higher. My crotch hurt from the overstimulation, but I knew I had to keep going if I wanted this to end anytime soon. So I started humping again, bringing myself to one painful orgasm after another, while praying that mommy would have mercy soon.

[snugglybunni]

The Quean (NSFW 18+)

***DISCLAIMER*** The adults depicted in this work are consenting and over the age of 18. If you are not 18 or older click away now.

Author’s note: Hey everyone, sorry for the lack of content recently. I’ve been super busy IRL and have been dealing with some stuff mentally that makes it difficult for me to get motivated. Anyway, enjoy you little diaper sluts. 

She was enviable. She was successful, a high-ranking member of an up-and-coming technology firm. Her business savvy and intelligence had brought the company up from nothing. She was beautiful. She turned heads and enflamed passions where she walked. Her confident stride and swaying hips watered the mouths of men and women alike. She was eloquent. Her voice tugged at the soul and her words could spin gold from lead. She was enviable. 

She was sitting in her play pen, wearing thick layers of diapers, futilely rubbing at the plastic shield covering the swollen padding. She watched in envy of her own as her wife pushed the head of her secretary down between her legs. She wasn’t sure if the sound came from herself or the prostrate form of her wife. The sound represented lust. Unbridled and pure. Her crotch gave a pang and she whined into the cock shaped pacifier, mittened hands slipping over the pink plastic locked around her. She was dressed to resemble an oversized toddler. A small white T shirt that barely reached the taut muscle of her stomach colorfully inscribed with the words “I Love Mommy”. Her breasts hung perfect and unused, nipples engorged and tingling. If only she could just grab them. Just for a little. Anything to send that decadent rush of pleasure to her denied cunt. She wore 3 layers of plain white diapers and a pair of locking plastic pants, the combination preventing her from feeling outside the soggy prison with any real meaning. The “play pen” around her was littered with the toys Mommy had picked for her. Rattles, building blocks and teething rings lay haphazardly scattered amidst plugs, beads, and other, more phallic objects. She was expected to “play” with each and every one of them before the night was over. Arranging the alphabet blocks into sinful things that expressed her frustration. Grinding her frustration against the stuffed animals. And moaning piteously as she wrapped her lips around the teething rings and more adult themed items before trying futilely to use them for their intended purpose. All of it captured by the nanny cam installed specifically to watch her fulfil those tasks.

She’d craved humiliation. Secretly, from afar. She’d never wanted to admit it. Even when she’d gotten married, and they’d made a vow of absolute honesty. She hated the rush of blood she felt from the dismissive looks, the teasing words, the sneers and the denial. She hated it, and she loved it. The hate was what allowed her to love it so. It let her experience the full breadth of the pleasure. She knew what it was to feel the power, the respect, and what it meant to have it stripped away. It made the gut churning, cunt clenching, face burning fun that followed all the more enjoyable. She still wasn’t sure what had given her away. Was it a message? A URL she’d forgotten to delete? Something she’d murmured in the thrall of depraved dreams? It didn’t matter. Her partner had discovered it, and that was that. 

The lithe figures of the breathtaking women before her changed positions. Mommy was wearing her big girl toy now. A girthy 7-inch ridged dildo bouncing obscenely just before burying itself into her current lover’s warm folds. She felt her own emptiness tighten reflexively as she watched. The memory of toy inside her eliciting small quakes of longing. It had been a little more than a month since her last release. A little more than a month since she had begged her Wife’s lover to “pleasure her” on the changing table. She began to move her hips like she had that day. Trying to grind her need into the wet diaper like she had. This time though there was no hand to help her, and there were three diapers. There was no release. It was the only way she was allowed now. At the hand of her wife’s lover in soiled diapers. She remembered begging, as she was expected during every change, asking very nicely like the little princess slut she had become. Her eloquence perverted into high pitched and lisping tones that carried no more meaning or thought than the desire to cum.

Her wife was still intimate with her. Dressing her in outfits that amused her the moment she arrived home. Feeding her at her breast while gently kneading the crotch of her diaper. Strapping her down during changes and exploring her body with all manner of devious techniques and devices. Even allowing her the rare privilege of using that eloquent tongue between her Mommy’s legs. Yes, her Mommy was VERY intimate with her. She never let her cum though. Despite all the edging. All the whining, all the frustrated tears shed from her eyes and her leaking slit. She was never allowed to cum at her wife’s hand. Not anymore. She fucking loved it. The two women abruptly convulsed, arching their backs in the shared experience of a monumental orgasm before collapsing onto the bed. She grabbed clumsily at one of the phalluses surrounding her. It was green and molded into a lifelike representation of the real thing. Carefully, she gripped it as well as she could and began to pump it against the plastic covering, miming the act she hoped would be repeated on her later that night. She had to show them she was a good girl. She had to show them she deserved it. She had to show them that she was worth more time than a diaper change and a teasing finger. Her Mommy rolled over and gave her a smile that lit her features up with undisguised affection. Her eyes narrowed to slits as a spurt of hot pee escaped, and she continued to play. She was so, so very frustrated, and loved. She was happy.

 -end

[snugglybunni]

Department Store Obedience

Long fluorescent lights illuminated glowing patches on the shining linoleum floors, the tiles serving as paths to beige carpeted islands. Silver chrome racks lined the islands where garments hung in careful clusters of style, color, and size. Music played so softly it was barely discernible above the buzz of shoppers' conversations and the incessant clacking of hangers as the metal hooks scraped across the metal racks. I could hardly concentrate on the task at hand with all the bright colors popping in my peripheral as we walked towards the men's section, my hand in Daddy's as he led the charge to the east side of the store; where all the pretty colors went to die.

I struggled to keep up as outfit after outfit caught my attention. Daddy didn't let me linger too long, pulling me along while I ran to catch up to his stride. He smirked every time an item took my attention and looked down at me with that knowing eye he always seemed to have.

"We are here to get me work pants, little one," he reminded me

"I know," I whined back, struggling to keep up with him as we passed a glittering purple dress.

I didn't really need a new outfit, and I knew it. I was already wearing a new skirt, which was admittedly a little bit short, but just covered the very bottom of my diaper. It was just so pretty with rainbow colors and a cute bow on the front that I felt confident my diaper would stay hidden if I paired it with a onesie underneath to keep it in place. It seemed to be doing the trick, keeping my diaper covered even after I had wet it.

He outright chucked at me as I gasped at a striped hoodie with cat ears, pulling gently at my arm to keep me going. All at once, the linoleum path came upon a new carpet island, and all the pretty purples and pinks seemed to fade away. I frowned as we stepped into the fray of these ugly boy-clothes racks with their work-approved color schemes. Neutral black with neutral beige, and neutral grey, with a little navy blue for a pop of excitement.

Daddy looked through the racks and I tried to focus on what he was doing and not eye longingly across the chasm into the rainbow spectrum of clothes I wanted to look at and try on. I knew we weren't here for me, and I needed to behave on our errands run. I was distracted at the laundromat this morning and Daddy had already given me stern words and promised a spanking if I didn't pay attention to what I was doing. I decided to look on the other side of the rack for Daddy's clothes, showing him that I could focus like a good girl.

I had only looked at a few garments when a sense of urgency hit me suddenly. I had been so distracted all morning long, and now I realized I had never slowed down long enough to feel how badly I had to go. My tummy ached and growled out threats to my bottom and I squirmed in response to the pressure rising inside me.

I knew the rules, and I knew that meant Daddy would not be pausing his shopping trip to take me to the restrooms; but I couldn't mess myself now. There were too many people nearby and I was mortified thinking that someone might see me do it. My face turned red just at the thought while I squirmed in my place again.

I crossed my legs and rubbed my angry tummy over my soft cotton onesie. An involuntary whine escaped my lips, drawing my Daddy's attention towards me.

"Baby girl," he called me softly. "Do you have to go potty?"

I nodded, desperation now written deeply on my embarrassed face.

"You know the rules, baby."

"But Daddy," I whispered. "People will see."

He sighed and approached me, placing an arm on my shoulder and bending down just enough to meet me at eye level. I whimpered and made another squirm as the pressure in my tummy mounted.

"I made these rules for a reason," he said as he brushed my hair off of my sweating brow. "Now, be a good girl for me and fill your diaper. I will change you after."

I whimpered again as I took a deep breath. I wanted to obey and let go, but I was so nervous. I looked away from my Daddy's gaze, trying to see if anyone was paying attention to what I was doing. He stroked my cheek and turned my head back to his loving eyes.

"No one is watching you, baby," he smiled. "I promise."

I nodded.

"If you are a very good girl and use your diaper, Daddy will give you a reward, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy," I whispered and nodded.

I opened my legs a little, and bent down to hold onto my knees while pushing my diaper covered butt out. I looked up at my Daddy while he carefully brushed my hair with his fingertips and gave me an encouraging nod. I took a deep breath and pushed gently. My soft grunt brought a smile to my Daddy's lips as I felt my mess emerging and pressing against the surface of my padding. I grunted again, pushing the mess further out, until I couldn't control it anymore and the hot sticky mush began to pour out of me. It caused my diaper to balloon out against the tension of my onesie.

"That's it," my Daddy cooed. "Fill your diaper like a good little girl."

I sighed with relief as I finished my pushing, standing up straight with the warm load squishing up against my little cheeks. I pulled at my skirt to make sure it was still covering my now sagging bottom while my Daddy placed a kiss on my forehead.

"Good girl," he said and took my hand. "Now, give me a minute to try these on, then I'll take you to change your diaper."

"Okay, Daddy," I responded breathlessly, my cheeks still flushed and my brow prickly from the cooling sweat.

"Then once we get you all fresh and cleaned up, Daddy will let you pick out one thing from your section."

That certainly got my attention and brought me out of my post-poop daze. "Really?" I squealed as I hurried along his side towards the dressing rooms.

Daddy nodded and chuckled at my enthusiasm. He pulled me close into a hug, running his hand down my spine and tapping the bottom of my messy diaper softly. He held my cheek in his other hand and pulled me in for a single sweet kiss.

"Thank you, Daddy," I said in a hushed tone.

He smiled and landed a second soft kiss before pulling away and hoisting his selected garments back up his arm. He turned towards the dressing rooms again, but looked back to me and said, "Now behave and stay here while I try these on."

I nodded enthusiastically as he slipped away into the booths of dressing rooms. My brain was firing with excitement so rapidly, the smell of my dirty diaper barely registered as the mess inside clung up against my round butt-cheeks, just waiting for a close inspection before being changed into a clean diaper.