#diaper stories

[regressionschool]

The Success Story

To you, this picture might not seem anything out of the ordinary—a cute girl proudly showing off her adorable diapered behind. Fairly classic, right? But let me tell you, this is a very special picture indeed. It's not just about a girl in diapers; it's about dedication, hard work, and, most importantly, self-acceptance and truth. This picture captures a milestone moment in Amie's life—her 1500th day of diapers, 24/7. Can you believe it? That's right, she's officially, unequivocally unpotty-trained.

Just think about it for a moment. 1500 days of diapers. That's commitment right there! It's not easy, you know? It takes determination, courage, and a whole lot of self-love to embrace who you are, fully and unapologetically. And Amie? Well, she's rocking her Pampers like a champ.

Sure, some might raise their eyebrows or pass judgment, but who cares? Amie knows who she is, and she's not afraid to show it. And you know what? That's something to celebrate.

So here's to Amie and her 1500 days of full diapers! May she continue to embrace her true self, unashamed and unstoppable. And to anyone out there struggling with self-acceptance, take a page out of Amie's book—embrace who you are, flaws and all, because that's what makes us truly beautiful.

featuring the aptly named @unpottytrained

[crissiebaby]

Purr For Mommy

Pressing her hands into Sammy’s diapered hips, Jade nuzzled the back of his neck with her nose as she pulled her baby “boy” toward her chest. “Purr for Mommy,” cooed Jade in Sammy’s ear. Her incredibly life-like tail wagged back and forth with increasing velocity as her excitement ramped up.

Nudging the stiffy growing inside his diaper with his locking, paw-shaped mittens, Sammy quivered as the frilly skirts of his kinky maid outfit shifted sensually against his supple thighs. The lump in his throat caused the bell attached to his lacy collar to ring as he gulped. “M-Meow,” muttered the horny neko boy under his breath, almost too embarrassed to heed Mommy’s commands. He wanted to be a good kitty, no matter how blushy it was to have his wildest fantasies realized. To exist in his puppy Mommy’s arms as a soft, subby babyfur was everything he ever dreamed it would be, and it was all thanks to the latest products from the CrissBaby Diaper Company.

Perhaps the most ambitious addition to CrissBaby’s lineup, Diapers with Tail Holes had marketing disaster written all over it. “Heyyo! We put a giant hole in the back of our standard Super Soaker Deluxe diapers and also, it’s more expensive!” didn’t exactly sound like the stuff quarterly profits were made of. However, that mindset was quickly done away with thanks to a promising business acquisition.

Lady Ansem’s Fur Emporium was a plucky, young upstart company that had already seen rapid growth in its first two years with CEO, Jade Ansem, at the helm. Her products were simple. Using a pair of fur ears as a neurotransmitter, anyone wearing them would be able to control the tail it was linked to. The tail itself was loaded with nanosensors that communicated back to the headset, allowing the wearer to actually feel the tail as if it were real. Adding to the fun, the tail could be paired with a naughty butt plug to hold in place, doubling the pleasure for its users.

Sensing a golden opportunity for growth, CrissBaby Diaper Co. partnered with Jade’s entrepreneurial venture and bundled her product with their perforated pampers. To celebrate, she and her precious Little, Sammy, decided to have some padded playtime using their patented products. “Now, I know you can purr better than that,” she said, feeling more sadistic and powerful than usual, “I want her that magic tongue of yours rumble, honey baby.

“PUUUUURRRRRR!” moaned Sammy, instantly melting as Jade’s hands slid across his pointed diaper front. His prostate tightened around the bulb in his backdoor, filling him with euphoria and leaving him thirsty for the long night of amorous passion.

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[babywriter]

“Those are cute.You want one?” you asked your girlfriend. You were referring to the huge stack of squid plushies.

“Can I?” Her voice was higher-pitched than usual, because this wasn’t quite like the usual. For the very first time, you had decided that you and your girlfriend would have a diapered outing. Nothing more exciting than going shopping…diapered! You watched your girlfriend pick one of the squids up and seemingly get lost in thought. You heard the faint hissing sound. 

“Lift your skirt up, diaper check.” You had waited for her to finish, but also to make sure the coast was clear.

Happily, she obeyed and proudly showed off the lion on her padded butt just above the wetness indicator that had just turned blue.

With proper credit to @littlestkittenx/@littlestkittenxx

[jpabababjp]

[wambos-storytime-corner]

7 Deadly Diapers, Ch. 3: Gluttony pt. 2 (TW: addiction, weight shaming, and body shaming)

“Uhhhh How should I know?” Whitney cocked her eyebrow and in confusion, a chuff of humored air escaped her lips.

“Oh gee, I don’t know. Maybe because my gym bag was right where I left it this morning and now YOU’VE filled it with this! Was starving me not enough?” Ethan steamed.

“Look I really don’t know where all that stuff came from but why don’t you just—?”

“Grab some other clothes? Yeah yeah, I saw what you did to the wardrobe too! My clothes are all gone and all that’s left is shit like this!” Rifling in the bag for a moment he snakes out a pale blue, form fitting, snap-crotch baby onesie but sized up for an adult. Whitney covered her mouth to stifle any giggles. After a stutter she clears her throat.

“Okay Ethan, what’s going on? Where’d you even get that thing?”

“In our closet! Where YOU put it!— no. No! Fuck this. Fuck you. I’m not entertaining any of this anymore. Now if you aren’t gonna tell me where my shit is, I need something to wear to the gym.” He holds out his hand, “give me your sweater. C’mon.”

Whitney realized that this situation was quite confusing for the both of them, but the tone in Ethan’s voice threatened an argument she didn’t have any energy for after their last one five minutes ago. With a sigh, she works the sweater up and off of herself. Ethan watched with a tapping foot and a huff until he saw what laid beneath her bulky, unflattering top layer.

His eyes followed up to her belly button now nestled in a gently slimmer figure, then to her waist which smoothly swayed inward with healthy folds, and finally he was struck by sheer awe as he was introduced to her new, swollen, double D-cup boobs held up by a bra that practically buckled under their weight.

“W-whoa.. uh.. I..” he gulped and stuttered. The entirety of his demeanor shifted suddenly. His lips smacked hungrily as drool pooled in his mouth and started escaping his open jaws.

“Uh, Ethan?.. Hello! Earth to Ethan?!” Whitney snapped impatiently causing her husband to slurp up the string of slobber dangling off his lip and clear his throat. But she noticed where his line of sight was. “What are you looking at you perv..? Ugh do you want the sweater or not?”

Something stirred in his stomach however as he looked at the sweater and his wife’s ample bosom. He was met with a decision for where the conversation and their dynamic would go next. And he didn’t like what his brain craved more out of the two options. His stomach, however, was all too willing to give him away. It snarled hungrily.

GARGLLLLLGLLR!!

“Ahem. Uh.. pardon me.. erm.. about dinner. I’m.. sorry.” He scratched his head in shame.

“You’re what?”

“I’m sorry! Okay? Uh… I should be more.. thankful! And ready to drink— NO! EAT Whatever you prepare for me..” he approaches her. A crazed, desperate and almost addict-like look in his eyes, even going so far as to move her sweater-holding hand out of the way. She put her foot up haphazardly and unintentionally against his crotch to stop him.

“Whoa there, tiger! What’s your angle?” She said, bewildered by his unusual change of heart. But amidst her confusion, a pang of discomfort struck her in both nipples. She winced and grasped her breasts. Pulling her hands away she noticed a white substance left behind from their tips. She was lactating. But the revelations didn’t stop there. She couldn’t help but spot that her husband’s eyes were locked onto the puddle of rich milk in her palm like a junkie, ready to relapse.

Curious, she lifted her palm towards his face and after a terse moment of silent internal conflict… Ethan began to lap up the milk like a newborn kitten. Whitney’s thoughts began to wander somewhere a bit more devious watching her critical, body-shaming husband desire her breast milk so eagerly. Until finally she had her plan come together. A wry smile wrapped over her face.

“Oh yeah~? You want these puppies that bad? Gosh… You sure don’t look the part though…” she sultrily nods towards the gym-turned-diaper bag, letting her diabolical plot begin to unfold, “You know what I want you to put on. Chop chop, mister! The gym can wait…”

[regressionschool]

Piddle Pout

One thing that never fails to catch your attention is the mischievous smile they often wear when they first wet their pull-ups. It's a playful expression, full of innocence and excitement, and it's known as the "Piddle Pout."

You see it happen all the time - a girl will be going about her day, playing or chatting with friends, when suddenly she feels the urge to go. There's a moment of hesitation, a brief pause as she realizes what's happening, and then it's like a switch flips in her mind. You watch as they squirm and fidget, their faces lighting up with anticipation. And then, it happens - a small trickle of pee escapes into their pull-ups, and that's when you see it: the Piddle Pout.

It's almost like a secret game they're playing, a little act of rebellion against the rules of adulthood. They know they're not supposed to wet themselves, but there's something thrilling about breaking those rules, about giving in to the urge and letting nature take its course.

It's a look of pure delight, a silent acknowledgment of the pleasure they feel in that moment. They may not say anything out loud, but their eyes say it all - they're enjoying every second of it.

You can't help but smile yourself as you witness the Piddle Pout. There's something infectious about their joy, something that makes you appreciate the simplicity and innocence of regression.

Diaper Pride

 As you go about your duties at the regression school, you often witness the transition of women from pull-ups back to thick, crinkly diapers. There are several reasons why this transition occurs.

One common reason is as a reward for being good little girls. When a woman demonstrates exceptional behavior or meets certain milestones in her regression journey, it's customary to reward her with the privilege of wearing diapers again during the day. This serves as positive reinforcement for embracing her regression and behaving in a childlike manner.

Another reason for the transition is when a woman experiences leaks or messes through her pull-ups. Pull-ups are designed for light to moderate wetting, but sometimes accidents happen, especially as the women regress further and lose some control over their bladders and bowels. In such cases, transitioning back to diapers provides better containment and prevents embarrassing leaks.

When a woman is first put back into diapers during the day, you often observe a sense of pride and excitement on her face. It's as if she's been granted permission to fully embrace her regression and indulge in the comforts of childhood once again. She may giggle and squirm with delight as she feels the familiar sensation of thick padding between her legs and the comforting crinkle of the diaper around her waist.

The other girls in diapers are quick to welcome the new addition to their ranks. They greet her with smiles and hugs, eager to share in the camaraderie of regression. There's a sense of solidarity among them, knowing that they all understand the joys and challenges of wearing diapers during the day. They exchange stories and tips, bonding over their shared experiences and supporting each other through their regression journey.

Meanwhile, the girls still in pull-ups can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as they watch the new girl donning her thick, crinkly diapers. They long to experience the same sense of security and comfort, to be free from the worry of leaks and accidents. Some may even feel a sense of inadequacy, wondering why they haven't progressed to diapers yet and questioning their own regression journey.

But despite their envy, the girls in pull-ups also feel a sense of anticipation, knowing that their turn to wear diapers during the day may come soon. They eagerly await the day when they, too, can join the ranks of the diapered girls and fully embrace their regression without reservation.

[sissikellicaptions]

A Week Like No Other Pt 1

This was real, you couldn't believe it. You'd wanted for so long to have a diapered getaway. Where a dominate mommy or daddy would take you on a trip. And here you were, in a diaper and dress, some tall stockings and heels, with no phone, wallet, and no control. And you loved it.

The man who you only actually knew as Daddy had been talking to you for awhile, and when you mentioned your wants, you first thought you scared him off. Until after about a week of silence, he presented you with the opportunity you'd dreamed of, a 1 week all you can take vacation. He would pick you up, and take care of everything, you just needed to agree to do what he says, and agree to bring nothing. Of course you leapt at the opportunity, and when his care pulled into the drive, he got out a smiled at first seeing you, but also looked, disappointed?

Apparently when he said nothing, he meant NOTHING, not even the literal clothes off your back. He walked to you, pulled you back inside your house, and stripped you. You had lie on the floor for a bit before he came in with a new outfit, and a diaper, which made your heart flutter. He padded you up, pulled the dress over your head, and attached the rest of the outfit before walking you to his car, opening the passenger side door, and helped you in. You pushed the seat backwards, face red with embarrassment hoping no one saw you in the mid day sun.

Daddy got in the car, and smiled looking at you. You smiled back and he said that he would be taking pictures, for the two of you to look back on the trip. You didn't speak, conflicted between fear of exposure, but also getting slightly turned on by that same thing. Sensing your confliction, Daddy told you that for now he'd ensure your face didn't show, only that pretty sissy body of yours. You covered your face as Daddy counted down, and the phone snapping the first of what would be many photos of the most intense week of your life

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Photo is not mine, credit goes to original owner. Contact me if you would like credit for it, and if you would like me to remove it from the page.

Trying to make a more long form photo story caption....thing. As always feedback is welcome and encouraged!

Story is a work of fiction. All events, people, and places involve potential problematic behaviors and depict scenes for fantasy purposes only.

[crissiebaby]

App Dummy

*PING!*

Pulling the phone from his pocket, Mark smirked as he scrolled through his recent notifications. After months of tweaking and reconfiguring, the official CrissBaby Diaper App appeared fully operational. What better way to provide ease of control over CrissBaby’s entire product library than by allowing them to sync with mobile devices? No more fiddling around with a half-dozen remotes. Soon, control of all CrissBaby vibrators, robotic nursery aids, auto-locking fetish gear, and more would be paired with the convenience of a smartphone.

However, perhaps the feature that Mark was more proud of was the update he was allowed to make to every line of CrissBaby-branded diapers. Each and every nappy, from the thinnest of CrissBaby Pull-ups to the bulky might of the Super Absorber XXX, would soon house an array of microsensors capable of detecting all forms of diaper usage. Those pesky Littles won’t be able to hide those accidents anymore.

And which of those aforementioned pesky Littles would get to test out Mark’s latest and greatest innovation? Why, it would be none other than his darling baby girl and dutiful product tester, Shelby “Rocky” Rockwell. All it took was swapping out her usual CrissBaby padding for one with the microsensors embedded and voila! Now, he could keep track of how much of a good girl Rocky was being anytime, anywhere!

“Uh, Mark? Everything good?” said Rocky, catching a glimpse of Mark’s gleefully sadistic expression. It was a look she was all too familiar with. He was up to something, spiking both her anxiety and arousal simultaneously. Not wanting to masturbate to quell her rising lust for a second time today, she pushed on her bladder to stem her stimulation.

*PING!*

Mark’s phone once again, this time catching Rocky’s attention. “What do you keep giggling at on your phone?” she said, raising an eyebrow at how intently he was staring at his phone screen.

“Oh, nothing important,” replied Mark, snickering softly as a new “WET” alert popped up along the bottom of his screen. Rocky would surely be upsetti spaghetti once she found out the truth but for now, this new invention would be his kinky, little secret.

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[babywriter]

You’re cool, you’re sexy. You know it, everybody knows it. You’re so bursting with confidence that you can wear a thick diaper under your jeans and dare to show off your midsection. It doesn’t matter what clothes you pick off the rack, you can pull off anything. You take a leather jacket with you in the fitting room, along with an assortment of pants. When trying on the jacket, you can’t help but look in the tall mirror and think “damn I look good”. You let your pants fall away. Shouldn’t a grown woman look ridiculous in such a babyish adult diaper? You certainly don’t think so. No, you embrace it. You can wear diapers and that doesn’t make you less cool, less sexy. It makes you cooler, sexier.

Call it vanity if you must, but you lost track of time trying all the different clothes on. So much so that while another pair of pants was around your ankles, you feel yourself go. No biggie, that’s to be expected. Your bladder isn’t what it once was. The real problem is that the diaper is leaking. Part of it is absorbed into the pants, the rest of it pooling on the floor. Instinctively, your mind goes to that of a little girl. Perhaps it’s those nerve of steel, that cool demeanor, that allows you to do this act of complete vulnerability. But you know that the accident you’ve just had isn’t your fault. Unashamed, you exit the fitting room with your pants around your ankles and your soaked diaper on display. You look at the woman waiting for your cabin and say, in your best impression of a little girl : “I had an accident.”

Photo credit: @babypeachy-16

[jpabababjp]

[peculiartastes]

I hate going to the potty. I know how to use the toilet but mommy makes such a big deal out of it. If I don't have to go she'll make me sit on it, and talk to me about how to use the potty, but when I do have to go she takes forever to actually let me sit down; and right now I am at the brink of wetting myself. "Okay sweetie, we're in the restroom now. Do you know what we're going to do next?" She says as if talking to an actual two year old. I clench my body, carefully trying not to let go. "Use the toilet." I squeak out. "Ah-ah. No baby, we're going to use the potty! Mommy is going to take your jeans off, then we'll pull down your little trainers, and then we can go potty! Now what's my little princess going to do in the potty?" Trying too suck my entire stomach in to keep my bladder from soaking the stupid sofia pullup, I practically yell out "TINKLE!" Which is met with a coo'ing "good girl!" I plant my feet as hard as I can on the cold tile floor as mommy reaches for my jeans, delicately unbuttoning them. Staying still for this proves too be a mistake, holding it for way too long, combined with her fingers gently pressing against my stomach, it's all too much. I don't realize it at first, Mommy gently saying "Kaitlyn," as if she's dissapointed, and the feeling of something warm running down my legs leads me to look down. In horror I recognize just what moms taking out of the "potty emergency" box to deal with. A completely soaked pair of pull-ups that's somehow still leaking out urine.

except from my novel

[jakeyysworld]

Prepared for a day of diapers 🥰🥰

[wambos-storytime-corner]

7 Deadly Diapers, Ch. 3: Gluttony pt. 3 (TW: Addiction, weight shaming)

“The.. the stuff in the.. um.. the gym bag—?“

“You mean your diaper bag? Ugh, yeah. I want you to put it on.” Whitney, feeling a new sense of power and independence smiled at the chance to put her husband well beneath her. Something had overcome her and she had begun to feel so free.

“But it’s so— so…” he gulped and tapped his fingers.

“So what, Ethan? Ironic? Poetic? Fitting? You have been treating me like shit so long and you think you get to just let me nurse you?— Which, don’t even get me started on how crazy that prospect is— but you seriously believe that you get to act like none of that ever happened? Nuh-uh. Think again. I wanna watch you put it on. Then MAYBE I’ll think about feeding you.” She reveled in the power bestowed to her by her wish. How this was all happening was far from being something she had on her mind. Her only concern was how to milk this miracle for all it was worth. Literally…

Her suddenly submissive husband wanted to retaliate but unfortunately there wasn’t a rebellious bone in his body that could override his lust for latching onto the generous nipple of his wife’s breasts. So, cringing, he soldiers on and swaddles himself into his diaper.

“That’s right.. plenty of powder. Top tapes first. No. No no. Ugh! I have to do everything for you don’t i…” taking charge she straps the remainder of the big hulking weight lifter into his shameful, powdery, prison-like pampers. Then came the onesie which was swiftly squeezed overtop of him, snapping it all shut. Unlucky for the big buff baby, it was just tight enough in the crotch to make him constantly aware of the bulk under his butt and groin.

But even more bizarrely, he noticed an odd sensation hugging his arms and torso.. his burly, masculine physique was compressed and compacted beneath the soft tight leotard more and more before both him and his wife’s eyes until he was nothing but a scrawny, girlish wimp of a man. It looks like he’d struggle lifting a 10 pound box now! The onesie had eaten all that hard work and in turn his confidence shriveled along with it. He looked panicked at his wife who’s face was anything but empathetic. She just cackled down at her new harmless, weakling of a spouse basking in her and her wish’s devilish craftsmanship, punctuating it all with a full palmed grip on his plush rump.

“Dawww! There we go! God, don’t you look just darling…” she covered her lips with a malicious snicker, “Now how about you strike some poses for me and while you’re at it you can ask me EXACTLY what you want. And keep it extra polite Mr. ‘This body doesn’t happen from whining and eating cheat pizzas’.” She smirks looking at her meek little husband contentedly whilst pulling her phone out to snap pics.

Ethan grimaced at the mental quandary he found himself toiling with along with the mourning he felt for his once perfect body. He couldn’t admit his desires without undermining what he’d faulted Whitney with earlier. And with all that had been taken he couldn’t bear the thought of giving up his pride any further and admit he was wrong! All he had left was his integrity! His self-certainty! His sense of discipline against his own bodily urges and cravings!…

Which made the feeling of defeat all the more painful as his eyes returned to his wife’s gorgeous, Siren-like breasts. All he could do was lick his lips, strike a pose for his wife, and buckle under the crushing weight of his deepest desires.

“I’ll do anything for a taste of you. Please, Whitney…” his drool oozed down over his chin as he gave her the show of a lifetime.

“That’s mommy from now on. And that’s a good start. But anything really broadens the scope don’t you think? Anyone can SAY they’ll do anything, but I want to see actions. And I have an idea on how you can prove precisely that. So, if you really want your big, warm, juicy dessert.. you gotta clean your plate first, bubs~!”

(Sorry for the delay. Works been crazy and I had to get some extra photos! Hope this will make up for it! 🥰)