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wileys-russo · 7 months

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Leah, London Colney, “I may aswell just retire”

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"lee! baby we've gotta go in five have you packed her bag?" you yelled out from your daughters bedroom, sat on the bed with the three year old on your lap as you quickly braided her hair so it would be out of her face all day.

“i have snacks, her blanket, her mini ball, her teddy, her inhaler, her water bottle, her headphones, her beanie, her rain jacket, a change of clothes and a story book.” leah recounted as she burst into the room with the bright red backpack in hand.

"gunner!" mila chirped as you tied off the second braid and your wife looked like she could have exploded with joy. "yes you are, mummys little future gunner." leah cooed, tickling her stomach as you rolled your eyes.

"she means the dinosaur einstein." you pointed to the bright green mascot sat on the desk as leah turned.

"you are so mean to me when we have early morning training darling, i've half a mind to tell jonas you aren't allowed to train until eleven." leah sighed with a shake of her head as you stood and hoisted mila onto your hip.

"you love it mrs williamson." you grinned, pecking her lips and breezing past as she followed suit with the backpack in hand. "maybe only a little mrs williamson." you stiffened as her hand smacked against your ass.

"leah! the baby." you hissed in warning, your daughter in a critical parrot phase as you'd both lovingly dubbed it, repeating nearly everything and anything she watched either of you do or say.

and with your wifes potty mouth and tendency to gossip it had gotten the pair of you into hot water more than once in the last few weeks.

like just yesterday when leahs mum had tried to put her down for a nap and was promptly told to fuck off, something mila had heard leah shout at the tv while watching a premier league game when you both thought she was asleep in bed, not hovering by the doorway with eager little ears.

"im not a baby!" mila protested with a scowl that was scarily similar to the blonde standing behind her. "yes you are, you could be forty and you'll still be my baby." leah shrugged as your daughter huffed and you cleared your throat.

"our baby." leah corrected with a charming smile as you hummed, taking your daughters backpack out of her hand and grabbing the car keys as leah made sure to take both of your gym bags as the three of you headed out.

"shark song!" mila cheered as you buckled her into her car seat and leah slipped into the drivers side after tossing all the bags in the back. "bubba isn't there any other song you'd like?" leah asked hopefully with a pained winced as you closed your door and sat in your own seat.

"shark song! shark song! shark song!" the three year old chanted pumping her fists and kicking her feet out as if she'd just won the world cup and you grinned, phone connecting and clicking play on baby shark as leah groaned.

"i'm going to murder kyra." leah stated bluntly toward the culprit behind milas obsession with the overtly catchy kids tune, shifting the car into reverse and backing out of the driveway as you leaned across the console and kissed her cheek.

"just look how happy it makes her baby." you chuckled nodding behind you as leah glanced to your daughter who was wiggling and dancing in her seat, screaming along to the lyrics.

"she's lucky she's cute." leah shook her head, smile tugging at her lips as she faced forward and sped onto the main road.

"well she gets that from you."

"leah! there is no way she's going to eat all that." your eyes widened in disbelief as the blonde placed down your daughters breakfast plate in front of you before sitting on your other side with her own.

"mama i'm a growing girl!" mila protested, echoing leahs exact words from dinner last night as you shot your wife a filthy look who wasted no time pecking your lips apologetically.

"me!" mila craned her head back as leah grinned, attacking the three year olds face with kisses as everyone at the table visibly melted at the sound of her giggles echoing around the room.

"hey mila can aunty beffy have some bacon pretty please?" beth asked with a smile from across the table. "good luck." leah mumbled with a shake of her head. "no! my bacon." mila frowned and covered her plate protectively.

"well if there was ever any doubt she's leahs, thats squashed it." kim shrugged as your wife grinned and pushed her playfully. "but mila im so hungry! i might fall off my chair from starvation." beth groaned dramatically, collapsing into her girlfriend who looked down at her unamused.

"didn't ask don't care." mila chirped your own words from dinner last night as leah choked on her eggs and kim whacked her on the back. "that ones on you!" your wife warned as you blushed, mumbling a gentle reminder to your daughter about manners.

"hey mila can aunty wally have a piece of bacon please?" lia asked from your other side as mila nodded, pushing her plate closer and wiggling herself up from your lap as you hurried to steady her as she stood on your knees.

"mila!" beth gasped in betrayal, lia scooting her chair back as your daughter clambered over to sit with her now instead, seemingly more than happy to share her breakfast with her godmother who gave the blonde across the table a victorious smirk as she bit down on a piece of bacon.

"i play now?" you looked down with a smile as a tiny body clung onto your leg, mila recognizing the sound of the whistle to mean she was now able to run around the pitch freely with her aunties as training was over.

"you play now. who do you wanna kick with today bubba?" you squatted down and brushed a few loose strands of hair out of her face. "aunty lessi!" your daughter held her arms up at your best friend whose face lit up.

"now how could i ever say no to you?" the blonde picked her up right away before tossing her in the air and catching her, pulling a face and making mila giggle. "careful less." you warned sternly, the girl waving you off as she grabbed a ball.

"whose on the other team?" alessia whispered to your daughter as a few of the girls lined up, mila frowning as she looked them over. "lots, steffy, mummy and kimmy!" mila decided, simply naming all four girls who lined up making everyone grin.

"okay. remember what we practiced at our sleepover?" alessia placed mila down and squatted to her level, hands on her shoulders as your daughter nodded. "no mercy!" mila yelled making a few of the girls snicker.

"that was aunty mary, not me." alessia teased, pulling down mila's beanie over her eyes as she whined and quickly fixed it as her ball was placed by her feet. "okay. go!" alessia clapped, jogging beside her as your daughter gave it a kick.

one by one she kicked past her defenders, the girls all falling dramatically to the ground making her giggle as alessia continued to coach her forward, now only leah standing in the way of the goal.

"leah!" you called out in warning, recognizing your wifes competitive drive ran deep and she had no problem teaching your daughter 'how to lose gracefully' despite the fact it wasn't a lesson you'd say leah actually knew herself.

though if the blonde defender heard you she didn't acknowledge it, smirk on her face as the girls all cheered for mila who had an adorably concentrated frown on her features now.

"shoot shoot shoot!" alessia encouraged with a clap, mila kicking the ball as hard as she could and you held your breath knowing it had been a long morning and with your daughter due for a nap soon it wouldn't take much to set her off if leah chose not to let her have this goal.

though you breathed a sigh of relief as the ball rolled through your wifes legs and she fell to the ground with a dramatic cry, a soft smile on your face as mila jumped on top of her with a cheer.

"goaaaalll!" alessia cupped her hands over her mouth and cheered, scooping the tiny blonde up and hoisting her on her shoulders, sprinting around on a victory lap and assuring she held on very tightly.

you grabbed a bottle of water and made your way over toward leah who sat up, accepting your hand as you helped her up and were quickly drawn into her hold.

"does it still hurt she's following in my footsteps and not yours?" you teased, squealing as leahs cold hands crept up your top and she playfully bit your neck.

"with a goal like that under her belt i may as well just retire." leah sighed, arms wound around your neck as she gently swayed the two of you side to side, both of you watching on fondly as your daughter raced around with her auties.

"shit its past her nap time isn't it?" leah realised, training having had a delayed start due to a sprinkler malfunction as you nodded and your wife groaned, seeing mila was still very much so wide awake which would throw her off her regular schedule.

"oh she's going to be a nightmare to get down tonight."

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mellowsadistic · 5 months

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Couples Therapy - Part 2

Angela spent most of the afternoon watching cartoons. She’d been insulted when Eric had sat her in front of the television and put on a little kids’ channel for her, but she’d barely managed to start complaining before the bright colours of the show drew her in. Even if it was a silly plot about a little baby bear leaning to be good for her Daddy, it was actually quite fun to watch.

Later, she made a bit of a mess at dinner, and Eric needed to wipe her mouth clean for her and send her off to change her top. He’d even joked about getting her a bib. Angela had giggled, but really she’d been a bit scared. She didn’t want to wear a bib like a baby, and she didn’t know why she’d had such a hard time getting her food in her mouth like a big girl.

But it wasn’t until she was getting ready for bed that evening that Angela really started to get upset, when she walked into their bedroom and saw the large disposable diaper waiting for her on the bed. She froze immediately at the sight of it. Even though she knew she wore them every night (didn’t she?), there was something about seeing it this time that was different. “I can’t… I don’t want to… I’m not wearing that.”

“Sweetheart,” said Eric, like he was explaining something very simple to someone stupid. “You have to wear your nappy otherwise you’ll make a big mess. You’ll go pee-pee all over the sheets, darling, just like you do every night, and I don’t want to have to wake up in wet sheets.”

Angela blushed. She felt utterly pathetic.

“But it’s okay, baby,” Eric cooed, and Angela felt butterflies fluttering in her tummy at the gentle tone of his voice. “I still think you’re adorable, even with a yucky wet diaper on. I don’t care that you’re not fully potty trained at night, sweetie.”

Angela’s face went even redder, but at the same time a pleasant tingle ran down her spine. Lucky girl. She was a lucky girl to have Eric. She held out her arms hopefully, and he responded by pulling her in for a big cuddle. His hand reached down to cup her bottom possessively.

Angela felt dizzy, she felt drunk, and she didn’t even resist as Eric stripped off all of her clothes and laid her gently down on the bed, with her bare bottom planted right on the seat of the bulky adult nappy. ‘Good girl,” he crooned as he sprinkled her nether regions with baby powder and patted it into her skin. “That’s a good girl.” He taped her diaper tightly around her waist, and pulled her back to her feet. She stood there awkwardly, her legs spread apart by the thickness of her nappy, shifting from foot to foot. Eric started to undress as well, down to his boxer shorts. But he didn’t have any babyish underwear to change into because he was a grown-up.

Angela was about to get into bed when she realised she hadn’t put a top on. Did she usually go to bed topless? She looked down at her large bare breasts and felt a bizarre urge to start jiggling them, to start bouncing them up and down. She giggled. She was such a silly girl!

“What are you giggling at, sweetie?” her husband asked, smiling.

“Nufing!” Angela blushed and shook her head. “I mean, nothing.” She was just being dumb. She was being a silly girl. She couldn’t tell him she’d been thinking about bouncing her boobies – that would be so embarrassing! It definitely wasn’t something that a big girl would do. But then it wasn’t something a little girl would do either, was it? Because they didn’t even have boobies! Angela screwed up her face in concentration.

Eric laughed. “Silly girl! Are you trying to do thinkies? It’s bedtime, sweetie. Time to turn that sweet little brain off.”

Angela scowled. Eric knew she hated being talked down to. She stuck out her bottom lip and stomped her foot to show him how angry she was. “Don’t patwonise me!” she whined.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he said, but there was something about his eyes that made Angela feel like he was still laughing at her. She got into bed grumpily, her tits jiggling and her diaper crinkling loudly. Eric got into bed next to her and immediately pressed himself right up against her body, reaching round to grab one of her boobs so tightly that she winced. She almost moved away instinctively. Weren’t they fighting about something? Weren’t they angry with each other for some reason? But then she remembered that good girls didn’t do that. Good girls didn’t say no with their mouths or their bodies.

Angela frowned. That didn’t sound right. She wasn’t her husband’s property… was she? But she felt herself getting wet at the thought. It had been a while since they’d have sex, although she wasn’t sure why. She was so horny. She imagined him taking her now, ripping her nappy off and ramming his cock inside her, using her any way he liked. Then she pulled a face, sickened with herself. Where were these thoughts coming from?! She wasn’t a whore! Even so, she didn’t push her husband away. Eric didn’t fuck her that night, but Angela drifted off to sleep with his hard cock pressed firmly against her padded bottom.

When she woke up the next morning, her diaper was soaked with pee-pee. Even though she knew it was something that happened to her every morning (although her actual memories were a little foggy), it still felt strange and embarrassing. It was so yucky! The sodden nappy was cold and clammy, and it reeked of piss. Their whole bedroom smelled like urine now. She’d probably smell like pee herself for the rest of the day. Her new perfume… She untangled herself from Eric’s arms and slipped out of bed, nearly gagging when her diaper sagged as she stood up. It was so heavy!

She heard Eric moving behind her, and turned around. Her husband was propping himself up in bed, looking at her with a smile that was a too much like a smirk. “Do you need changing, sweetie?” he asked.

She looked at him dumbly.

“Do you need me to help?” he tried again, nodding at her waist.

She followed his gaze to the sopping wet Pampers sagging between her thighs, and felt herself going red. No! She didn’t need help changing! She wasn’t a baby! A mental image of herself laying on her back with her legs in the air flashed in her mind, and she shook her head vigorously. “No fank you,” she mumbled. “I mean, no thank you.” What was wrong with her voice? She sounded silly. Silly like that secretary at the therapist’s office. A lisping porn parody. She ran her fingers through her hair and over her bare chest. No pigtails. No stripper tits. She was a big girl. A respectable woman.

“Okay sweetheart,” her husband said, smiling patiently. “Go change your nappy then.”

Angela broke out of her thoughts, realising she’d been standing there stupidly, like she was waiting for his permission to go. She turned around and toddled to the bathroom as quickly as she could, her droopy diaper swinging about between her legs as she went. She imagined she could feel his eyes on her backside and her face burned with shame. She must look so stupid!

She nearly cried when she saw herself in the bathroom mirror. She was a sexy grown woman with great tits and a tight body, right up until you got to her waist, where instead of seeing her cleanly shaved pussy and toned ass, there was a bulky disposable diaper hanging heavily between her legs, clearly full to the brim with wee-wee. When she undid the tapes, it fell to the floor with a wet smack. She got to work cleaning herself up with wet wipes, making sure to get every bit of pee around her nether regions. She couldn’t stand being so dirty. Even as a child, she’d always hated any activities that got her messy. When she was done, she shoved her used nappy in the tiny bathroom bin and wandered back into the bedroom naked.

Eric had arranged her clothes out on the bed for her, and for a moment, Angela could only stare at them in disbelief – a pastel-pink, little-girlish frock with frilly white ankle socks, trainers, and a pair of baby-blue panties with Disney princesses on the crotch. The outfit looked exactly like something a four-year-old would wear. Angela was about to shout, when all of a sudden a strange fuzziness filled her mind. She thought of the lovely swirling colours she’d seen at the therapist’s office, and looked at the clothes again. They were kind of cute. They weren’t baby clothes after all. They just looked a bit silly, and she was a silly girl.

Angela smiled vacantly at Eric when he started to dress her, sliding her underwear up her legs and pulling her frock over her head (“Arms up! That’s a good girl!”), even pulling on her socks and tying her shoelaces for her. She felt looked after. She felt pretty and cute. She felt like a good girl.

Once they were downstairs, she hopped from foot to foot impatiently while Eric put his own shoes on at the door. “Come onnn!” she whined, fidgeting with the hem of her dress, lifting it up absent-mindedly and flashing her adorable little-girl undies.

“Looking forward to seeing the therapist, sweetie?” he asked, chuckling at her immature antics as he finished putting his shoes on and picked up a large sports bag.

Angela nodded her head eagerly. She wanted to see the pretty lights again.

“Good girl,” said Eric, taking her hand. A pleasant tingle ran down Angela’s spine and into her pussy. “Let’s get going, baby.”

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watermelonlovershigh · 8 months

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The Potty Incident /blurb/

AN: i thought this was a cute concept and wrote it out. if you think anything about this is inappropriate, grow up. this is just an example of a fatherly duty and nothing more. i really hope you enjoy. thank you for reading. xoxo

This story contains: child almost having an accident in their pants, fluff

{ dadrry - husband!harry - any harry era - Rosie (daughter) age 3 }

word count- 764

While at the grocery store with just his daughter Rosie, she suddenly tells her daddy she has to potty and that leads to Harry running across the store with her to take her to the bathroom so no accidents occur.

Harry decided to take your three year old daughter Rosie to the grocery store with him while you took a nap. You were feeling drained from being six months pregnant with your second baby and Harry insisted you took a nap while they're out of the house.

Everything was going fine until Rosie whined from the cart Harry was pushing her around in that she had to potty. See the thing was, she was at that age where she's pretty much potty trained but on occasion will still have an accident. Usually it's when she can't make it to a toilet fast enough or sometimes when she's asleep.

You and Harry are very understanding when she does have accidents because potty training can be a tough thing to teach and learn. But you do try to avoid accidents as much as possible. So when Rosie tells her daddy she has to potty as he's picking up some bananas in the produce section of the store, his fight or flight clicks in. The one he uses for times like this or when she says she feels like she's gonna be sick, and does the only thing he can think to do in the moment.

"Shit," Harry whispers to himself, "alright, alright. Come 'ere." He drops the bananas in the basket and lifts little Rosie up from the cart seat. Once she's in his arms, Harry leaves his cart in the middle of the aisle and proceeds to jog to the back of the store where he knows the bathrooms to be. "It's gonna be alright. Hold it for a minute more, okay baby."

"But daddy," Rosie whines, clutching around Harry's neck while he basically runs through the store with her, "gotta potty really bad." Luckily not even ten seconds later they are met with a wall of bathrooms and Harry thanks god they have a family bathroom. He hates when he's out in public alone with his daughter and has to decide how he's going to take her to the bathroom when the only options are the men's room and the women's room.

Because he'll be damned if he takes his sweet baby girl into the men's room and she sees something she doesn't need to see at her innocent age. Or get cursed out by middle aged white ladies when they see him, a grown 6ft man with tattoos in the women's room. Even when he clearly has a child with him. So gender neutral / family restrooms are ideal for situations like this one.

Harry rushes into the one toilet bathroom and locks the door. Then he quickly sets Rosie down to the floor and helps her lift her dress and panties down before setting her on the toilet seat. He wishes he had time to wipe the seat off before hand but time wasn't an option for them at the moment. Just as she goes potty, he sighs in relief that they made it in time with no accidents occurring.

Still slightly out of breath from running across the store, he balls up some toilet paper and hands it to his daughter saying, "Okay, make sure you wipe really well. Just like mummy taught you." And that she does. She takes the toilet paper and wipes just like you had taught her when teaching her to use the potty on her own.

Rosie looks up at her father when she's finished and mutters, "All dones." Harry lifts her off the public toilet seat and helps pull her underwear back up and her dress back down. Then he flushes the toilet and carries the three year old to the sink to help her wash her hands. Once her small hands are all clean and dry, he lifts Rosie back up in his arms and proceeds to carry her back over to where he left his cart in hopes no one took it.

Thankfully the shopping cart was where he left it and Harry helps his daughter back in the basket seat to continue there shopping journey. As they wrap up grocery shopping and stand in the check out line, Rosie looks up from where she's sat in the cart and says, "Thank you daddy for helping me go potty so I didn't have an accident." with her tiny but round lips puckered as if asking for a kiss.

Harry leans down to except the generous kiss his daughter was giving and replies, "'Course, baby. And thank you for telling daddy that you had to go potty so you didn't have an accident. Love you so much. Now lets get home to mummy."

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maddiethedogstories · 17 days

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Too Big For His Britches

I've been teasing @pinkducttape a little too much lately. As a self-imposed punishment (the joy of being a switch is that I get to be my own Dom) I wrote this horrible story staring myself, my imaginary Mommy, @pinkducttape, and their awesome Daddy, Midnight. Enjoy my attonement, I guess?

Today, I was feeling BIG! Mommy, my wife, had been so proud of me using the potty and staying accident free for the last week that she decided it was finally time for me to graduate from pull-ups to big kid undies!

Should have I felt embarrassed that, as a 32-year-old man, being allowed to wear a pair of Spider-Man underwear by my wife felt like a massive victory? Probably.

Did I? No.

The feeling of the soft cotton underwear under the jean shorts Mommy had dressed me in was far superior to the warm, bulky feel of the training pants and diapers I was now, much to used to. How could I not feel happy with my new found freedom?

Adding to my excitement was that today, the day I had graduated from 'Little' to 'Middle,' Mommy was taking me on a playdate! I was going to get to go hang out with Sunset, one of my best friends, while Mommy hung out with their Daddy, Midnight. I just knew that Little Sunsie was going to still be waddling around in diapers, while I would get to show off just how much of a big kid I was to them. It was going to be great!

It didn't take long for us to get to the secluded park where Mommy always took me for my playdates. I sat in the backseat, idly sucking my thumb while I thought about how I was going to tease my friend for still being a stinky little, while I, on the other hand, was a much more mature big kid. My wandering thoughts were interrupted by Mommy's voice.

"Baby Bean, are you drinking your water like you're supposed to be? It's going to be hot out there, and I don't want you getting dehydrated!"

I groaned as I popped my thumb out of my mouth and reached for my Bluey-themed water bottle in the cup holder. Didn't Mommy know I was a big kid? She's the one who held out my big kid undies for me to step into this morning for goose's sake! I didn't need to be reminded to drink water like some silly little baby. But, talking back wasn't worth the fight, not on a day like today. Plus, Mommy was right, as usual. It was really hot outside, and I was feeling thirsty just sitting in the car. There wasn't any harm in doing what she asked, just this one time. Having made up my mind, I replaced my thumb with the nipple of my water bottle and sucked down its contents as we drew closer to the park.

As usual, when we got to our destination, there was only one other car in the parking lot. Mommy and I both recognized it immediately. The pink and rainbow duct tape decorating it was a dead giveaway.

"Look, Baby Bean! Sunsie and Midnight are already here," Mommy said as she parked the car next to our friends' vehicle. She then turned back to me, staring at me sternly, "Now, I know you've earned the right to be a big boy today, but that does not mean you get to be rude. Make sure to be nice to Sunsie. They can't help being an adorable little pamper packer. Also, do not forget to come and tell me when you need me to take you to the potty. Got it?"

I nodded my head up and down in affirmation, happy that my Bluey water bottle hid the blush forming on my cheeks from the mention of asking Mommy to take me to the potty. And, when I nodded my head, agreeing to be nice to Sunset and ask to use the potty, I really meant it. Just because I was planning on teasing Baby Sunsie just a little, didn't mean I wasn't going to be nice to them!

I waited patiently as Mommy walked around the back of the car, opened the door and unbuckled my seat belt. Immediately, I sprinted past Mommy towards the mostly abandoned playground where I knew Sunset would be playing.

"Suuuuunnnnnssssssiiiiiiieeeeeee! We're here!" I yelled exhuberantly as I spotted my friend, sitting in the sandbox in a pastel yellow t-shirt and a pair of jean shortalls that did little to hide the thick diaper bulging at their waist. I was so excited, I didn't notice the pressure building in my bladder as I greeted my friend with a big, uncoordinated hug.

Midnight watched, smiling from their perch on a nearby park bench as I tackled Sunset into the sand in my excitement. From a distance behind me, I could hear my Mommy yelling out with an exasperated tone.

"Maddie! Careful! Don't hurt poor, little Sunsie!" She yelled breathlessly as she ran up behind me.

Sunset, for their part, was overjoyed to see me. They giggled as I wrapped my arms around them and accidentally knocked them over.

Midnight, with a better vantage of what was going on, immediately replied to my Mommy, "Oh, don't worry! It's just kids being kids! Now, get over here! We've got some catching up to do!"

The adults faded out of my awareness as Sunset and I righted ourselves, giggling in the sandbox. Sunset had clearly come prepared to play with all of their toys. Trucks, blocks, dolls, dinosaurs, and tractors were strewn about the sandy landscape my friend had constructed.

"Sunset, Sunset! Guess what?!" I asked, my excitement overflowing.

Sunset rolled their eyes at my bubbliness, but grinned good-naturedly at my excitement. "What 'Baby Bean?'" they asked, teasing me with my Mommy's nickname for me.

"That's just it!" I responded, ignoring the barb, "I'm not a baby anymore! Look! Mommy's letting me wear undies!"

I pulled down the elastic waist band of my jean shorts revealing the front of the cotton Spider-Man underwear I was wearing. Sunset's eyes grew wide. A grin spread across my face as I saw the hints of both jealousy and admiration I was hoping see in my friend's demeanor.

"That's right," I said, letting the elastic waistband of my shorts snap back into place, "no more diapers, or pull-ups, or training potties! I'm a real big boy now! I bet your Daddy will even let me babysit your stinky bottom soon!" I stuck my tongue out to emphasize my point.

As I spoke, I started to squirm uncomfortably. I felt a mounting pressure in my bladder, but it wasn't anything urgent enough to deal with yet. I couldn't leave to go potty now, just as I was starting to rub my new status in my friend's face.

"Yep, I bet it'll only be a couple weeks before I'm holding your leash, droppin' you off at daycare, before I get to go back to my REAL job!" I continued to tease Sunset. I couldn't tell if their face was getting red out of embarrassment or anger, but, frankly, high on my own increased status, I didn't care.

"Stop it, Maddie! It's cool you get to wear undies and all, but you're still just a baby like me! Nobody's gonna let you be a babysitter! You're not 'sponsible enough!" Sunset spat out unconvincingly, a hint of concern that their friend of once equal status could turn into yet another caregiver.

"Oh, Sunsie," I said, trying my best to imitate the condescending tone my Mommy used with me when I got high and mighty, "I'm not a baby like you though! Look at me, sitting in my big kid underwear. And look at you, I bet your diapers so soggy you're about to leak."

I extended one hand over to Subset's diapered crotch and squeezed it for emphasis. Too my utter delight, it was thoroughly soaked. Sunset, suddenly aware of the disastrous state of their diaper, turned bright red at my touch and tried to back away but only succeeded at falling on their back in the sand again.

"Aw! Did Little Sunsie fall down and go boom? Does the little baby in their soggy diaper not like being checked? Is it cause you want to keep playing in it like an icky little toddler? Is that why you don't wanna potty train and be a big kid like me?" I hovered over Sunset as I teased them, loving every second of watching their skin turn as red as a tomato out of fear, rage, and shame.

As I teased, Sunset couldn't even get a word out from where they lay in the sandbox. "I… No… Not… Baby… Gah… Big Kid… Diap…." Sunset's sputtering then suddenly stopped, and a big grin spread across their face. Unfortunately, I didn't notice it.

"Aw, is the little baby too little to talk! That's ok! Maybe I can go get your paci from your Daddy. Babies who waddle around in soggy pants like you shouldn't be talking like a big kid like me anyway!"

I couldn't stop. I was channeling all of the repressed anger and shame I had bottled up over the last few years as Mommy's perfect little pamper-packing, stuffy-humper. I was ready to throw every insult and taunt I had ever heard at Sunset, my friend, just so I could feel bigger and more powerful than someone else. I was becoming a monster in superhero underoos.

Luckily for me and my friendship with Sunsie, my reign of terror was cut short. From behind me, a familiar voice spoke.

"Beanie Baby! I did not just catch you bullying sweet little Sunsie. Come with me!"

As Mommy grabbed me by the ear, yanking me away, Sunset started laughing maniacally as they laid in the sand, excited to watch Mommy deliver whatever diabolical punishment I had earned.

I whined as Mommy dragged me across the park by my ear. "Owie! Mommy! This hurts! I didn't do nothing! I just said the truth."

"Madison James! I don't want to hear it. I heard what you were telling poor Baby Sunsie over there, and it was not acceptable!" Mommy lectured as she pulled me.

My bladder was starting to ache. The nervousness and fear of my punishment only adding to my desperation. I decided to change tack.

"Mommy! I hafta go potty!" I wailed, hoping my growing desperation to pee could distract my wife from my punishment.

It didn't.

"Well, if you're as big a kid as you were telling Sunset over there, you should have no problem holding it while you're being punished."

A new panic struck me as I suddenly realized that I might not be able to do that. I didn't want to go back to pull-ups, let alone diapers like Sunset because I had an accident while in time out!

I struggled uselessly against the grip Mommy had on my ear as she dragged me to the tree nearest to the playground.

"Nose to the tree. Now!" Mommy said as we reached our destination.

Rubbing my sore ear, I did as I was told, feeling the rough bark scrape against the tip of my nose.

"You have more than earned yourself a time out little one! Bullying poor Sunsie! In front of their Daddy! Do you know how embarrassed I am of you, Little Man? Do you know how bad you made me look as a Mommy and a wife?"

A tear rolled down my cheek as my wife explained how my actions made her feel. How could I have been so careless and thoughtless to not think about how my actions reflected on her? Midnight was one of her best friends, and I had embarrassed her in front of them. Maybe I was nothing more than the thoughtless child she thought of me as.

Mommy saw my tears and, instead of comforting me, leaned into my suffering.

"That's right baby, you embarrassed Mommy. You made Mommy look bad. You made Mommy look like she can't control you. I want you to think about that while you stand here for the next, oh, let's say, 30 minutes."

"30 minutes…" I tried to protest, but before I could say more, a pacifier was shoved in my mouth.

"No talking during time out. That stays in. And yes, 30 minutes," Mommy said sternly.

I grumbled behind my pacifier as I silently calculated whether I could actually keep from wetting myself for that long. Before I could come up with a plan to both stay put and dry, my thoughts were interrupted by the familiar feeling of my shorts being pulled down to my ankles.

"Oh, and since you were so proud of these undies, mister," my wife said from behind me, "I think it's only fair you get to show them off for your whole time out."

I was glad my face was towards the tree as a deep red blush bloomed across my cheeks. I could perfectly picture my cotton clad ass on display, the red, white, and blue picture of a web that made the undies look so cool and big kid in the store, making me look so childish while standing in time out.

Making matters worse, only moments after my undies were put on display, I heard Midnight's soft giggle behind me.

"Aw! Aren't those precious?" They said condescendingly.

I fresh wave of embarrassment passed through me at those words. However, I closed my eyes, bit down hard on my paci, and settled in to survive the next 30 minutes as best I could. The pressure from my bladder was only getting stronger, but I was determined to keep my underwear dry. I was a big boy, after all, really, nearly an adult again.

After 15 minutes, my determination not to wet myself had waned drastically. With my nose still pressed to the trunk of the tree, I shifted my weight from leg to leg, only able to do a pathetic little potty shuffle rather than a full on potty dance with my shorts still wrapped around my ankles.

The sound of a crinkling diaper announced Sunset's approach. Unable to turn to look at them, I could only imagine the satisfied smirk that I was sure was plastered to their face.

"Oh no! Does the BIG boy need to go potty? You better show the poor, little baby how to keep your undies dry! You wouldn't wanna have an accident in front a little kid like me!" Sunset taunted as they toddled closer to me.

I groaned behind my pacifier, not willing to risk the consequences of talking during time out. However, although I desperately wanted to yell at my friend to go away, I knew I deserved every insult they flung at me.

It only took moments for my friend's face to appear in the corner of my vision.

"Oh no, can Big Bad Maddie not talk right now because he's sucking on his paci? I thought paci's were for babies, not big kids?"

I groaned again, the sound muffled by the shield of the pacifier as I shuffled from foot to foot in discomfort again. The pressure in my bladder was so bad I could barely focus on Sunset's words.

"Oh no! You aren't doing a potty dance, are you Baby Bean? I bet you wish you were wearing a diaper right now! You could just let go," Sunset said before there expression changed as an idea hit them, "I mean, I gotta go potty too, and I can just go right now! Listen!"

With that, Sunset smiled, scrunched up their face and let loose. The sound of soft hissing as their urine hit their diaper filled my ears. The sound was too much. I couldn't hold it anymore. Tears started to well in my eyes as I felt a warm wet stream of pee release into my once pristine Spider-Man undies, only to immediately become warm, disgusting rivers of urine, running down my thighs.

As I felt my pee run down my legs into my shoes, I also could feel my chances of becoming a big kid again drift away too. I began to bawl behind my pacifier, not just because I was ashamed of my accident, but also because I was upset at myself for the bratty behavior that got me here.

"Oh, Baby Bean! Did you piddle in your cute Lil' Spider-Man undies? Spider-Man looks sad! He's not Aquaman. He doesn't like getting all wet," Sunset teased. Their words stung more because I knew they were in a soggy situation of their own that was somehow more babyish, but also less embarrassing. "Daddy! Maddie's Mommy! Maddie has an accident!"

My fear overwhelmed my sorrow as I heard Mommy and Midnight walk up behind me.

"What was that sweet, little Sunsie?" Mommy asked my friend turned temporary nemesis.

"Baby Bean wet his undies! Go look!" Sunset responded with more excitement than I really thought was necessary.

A soft, familiar hand grabbed my shoulder, gently inviting me to turn around. I didn't want to. Maybe, if I just stayed here for a while, my undies would dry and no one would be the wiser. It was hot out, after all.

Mommy wasn't going to let me live out my delusion though. "Turn around sweetie, let's see the damage."

Her instruction and a more forceful pull got me to turn around. A dark stain covered the entire front of my underwear. The streams of urine running down my leg were far too obvious. And, even the shorts and socks at my ankles were stained from my shameful accident. I wanted to cry as Mommy forced me to hold me arms up, beant over, and tugged disappointedly on my soaked Spider-Man undies as she inspected them.

"Beanie Baby, you destroyed these poor undies! And your shorts, socks, and shoes? I thought you were a big boy?" My wife chastised me as she pulled and picked at my soaked clothing. "You were doing so good I didn't even bring a change!"

I looked up to see Midnight given Sunset a similar inspection, albeit with much less disappointment in their demeanor.

"Looks like Little Mads isn't the only super soaker here, Sunsie's diaper is pretty wet too," Midnight said as they completed their inspection, "Did you say you didn't bring a change? I've got plenty of extra diapers in my bag and maybe some spare tights. Why don't we change these little stinkers together?"

"Midnight, you are a lifesaver! Are you sure you can spare a diaper? I know how many Sunsie goes through!" Mommy responded, causing Sunset to blush for once.

"I sure do! Sunsie can be quite the pamper packer sometimes, but if my Little Sunset needs to sit in their mess for a bit, they'll survive," Midnight answered.

As Mommy and Midnight talked about diapering me with Sunset, my outrage started to grow. I just had one accident! And I warned Mommy that I needed to go! She was the one that made me stand with my nose to the tree! I shouldn't be put back in diapers! Maybe a pull-up or training pants, but a diaper was too far. I opened my mouth to tell Mommy as much.

"Mommy, this…" That was as far as I made it before my wife shot a hostile glare towards me.

"No! I will not hear a word out of you, Madison James. I trusted you to be big. I trusted you to be kind. I trusted you to keep your pants dry. Obviously, I cannot trust you. You will be going back to diapers. I will not tolerate any grief. Otherwise, I will throw you over my lap and show you just how little you are, understood?"

My stomach dropped to my toes. I hadn't been lectured like that for years. Not stupid enough to risk my Mommy's wraith, I nodded my head and responded, "Yeth, Mama." I kept suckling the pacifier, now happy it was in my mouth for the comfort it provided.

Mommy helped me take off my wet clothes before taking my hand at the same time that Midnight took Sunset's. We were both led back to the bench where our two caregivers had been chatting earlier. Sunset waddled in their soggy diaper as I walked normally, save for being completely naked below the waist. Once at the bench, Midnight quickly pulled out a large blanket laid it on the grass.

"Alright little ones, lie down," Mommy said, directing Sunset and I to lay down next to each other to be changed like the small children we were being treated as, something we'd done together hundreds of times before.

We both quickly complied with my wife's gentle command as Midnight dug through their diaper bag, getting out changing supplies for two infantilized adults.

"Um, Maddie's Mommy?" Sunset asked as we waited on our backs.

"Yes, sweetheart?" Mommy answered.

"Do you think I could get your phone and watch a show while I got changed? I've been good and haven't had any screen time all day!" Sunset begged.

From across the nearby bench, Midnight called out, "Don't give it to them! It's my fault, really, but we're really trying to break little Sunsie's screen addiction."

Sunset pouted as Mommy smiled down at them. It didn't take long for Midnight to join us with two diapers in hand.

"Let's get these babies back to clean and dry!" Midnight announced as they knelt down and began unsnapping the buttons of Sunset's shortalls.

With expert hands, Mommy and Midnight changed me and Sunset. Where normally, Sunset and I would joke and giggle as we got changed together, today, with my fall from grace, I couldn't bring myself to even make eye contact with my friend as my wife wiped my butt and other delicate bits.

Mommy and Midnight had us both changed and back up quickly. Once I was standing in nothing but a T-shirt and a diaper in the grass, Mommy pulled me to the side.

"Maddie, your behavior today has been unacceptable. Clearly, you are not ready for the level of responsibility that I thought you were. Thinking you were was my fault. So, now, until you prove me otherwise, I am demoting you back to diapers, but know that that is based on my mistake, not yours," Mommy began.

"That said," Mommy continued, "You messed up too. I warned you to be nice. I warned you to keep your pants dry. You didn't. Sunset is your friend, and you bullied them. That is not okay."

"I am not going to make you finish your time out. I don't think you would learn anything from it," Mommy lectured, "But I do need you to do one more thing before you can go back to playing. I need you to apologize to Midnight for bullying her precious little one, and I need you to apologize to Sunset for being a bad friend. Can you do that for me?"

Looking down past the bulging diaper around my waist to my bare feet, I let myself feel shame for my behavior yet again. "Yeth, Mommy," I answered, the pacifier still stuck between my lips.

With that, I waddled off to do as Mommy asked. The bulk of the diaper between my legs felt both foreign after the months of training pants and underwear, but, at the same time, frustratingly familiar.

I approached Midnight first, feeling my apology to them would be easier. I popped my pacifier out of my mouth so my apology would sound more sincere.

"Um, Sunset's Daddy? I, um, am sorry for bullying Sunsie," I said timidly.

Midnight looked at me with gentle, but stern eyes.

"Thank you for apologizing, buddy, but it's not me who you need to apologize to, is it?"

I shook my head up and down. "No, it's not."

"Who should you apologize to, baby?" Midnight asked.

"Sunset," I responded meekly, avoid eye contact with my friend's daddy.

"Yes, Little One," they said softly, "But who else?"

I looked up at Midnight, confused. Who else was there to apologize to?

Midnight smiled knowingly, then looked pointedly over my shoulder. I turned and saw Mommy picking up our make-shift changing station.

"Was how you acted nice to your Mommy?" Midnight asked.

I looked down at my feet in shame again. "No, it wasn't. I probably owe her an apology too, huh?" I answered.

"What a smart boy! Maybe you'll get another chance at undies again, yet? I don't know if I can say the same about my Sunsie," Midnight said, turning to look at Sunset for the first time since we began talking and catching them digging through their diaper bag. "Hey! Get out of there! Go play! I didn't pack your tabbie and Daddy's phone is in my pocket! No screen time!"

As Sunset ran off chastened, I followed, wanting to apologize to my friend both because I was ordered to and because it was the right thing to do.

"Sunsie," I said as we reached to sandbox again, "I'm sorry I was mean to you. Can we still be friends?"

Sunset turned to me with their trademark bright and friendly smile. "Thanks for saying sorry, Mads! And, of course we're still friends! Who else is going to put up with my smelly butt and listen to me complain about being put in my crib early?"

Sunset followed up their statement with a big, warm hug.

"Now, let's play!" Sunset said.

I had to disappoint Sunset one more time today, though. "Sorry, Sunsie, I'll come play in a sec. I gotta go say sorry to Mommy first."

With that I turned and toddled back to Mommy, who was now sitting on the bench with Midnight again. Midnight smiled at me reassuringly as I approached, obvious remorse in my body language.

"Mommy?" I asked tentatively.

"Yes, Beanie Baby?" She responded, a note of frustration still lingering in her tone.

"I, uh, wanted to say, well," I took a deep breath, "I'm sorry. I was naughty and embarrassed you. I shouldn't have." Tears started to flow as I remembered Mommy's angry lecture at the tree. "I'll never do it again! Please, just don't hate me!"

Mommy's body language and tone softened immediately as I broke down during my apology. She stood up from the bench and wrapped me in a comforting hug.

"Oh, Baby Bean, I could never hate you! Mommy was just frustrated. Everyone is naughty sometimes! You just got a little too big for your britches!"

I nuzzled into Mommy as she hugged and reassured me. She was right. I had gotten too big for my britches. But, a nagging feeling told me that Mommy was going to keep me nice and little from now on, so that being 'too big' would never be an issue again.

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samandcolbyownme · 3 months

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Summary: Reader is having a bad day and Jared makes it better.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, swearing, mom!reader, dad!Jared, mentions of pregnancy, insecurities likes one time, unprotected sex, oral (fem rec), fingering, kissing, biting, scratching, hair pulling, filth in the end.

Word count: 2.8k

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It was one thing after another today.

Spilled milk, crackers crushed into the carpet, pee spots also on the carpet because you’re trying to potty train and it’s going awful.

You felt like you couldn’t do anything right anymore. It was one thing after another, but when you looked at the little face that’s a mix of you and the person you love deeply, you just can’t help but feel okay for a minute.

“Say hi to daddy, baby.” You smile as your son, Leo, turns around, cheesing big as he waves, “Dada!” You reach out, giving his cheeks a squeeze as you end the video, “I love you so much!”

You send the video to Jared before reaching in to grab your son, kissing his face which earns loud laughter from him.

He gets free, running away as he gets distracted by a toy your dog kicked across the floor. Your phone vibrates in your lap and you look down, seeing a text from Jared, Hello my boy! I’ll be home soon! Tell mama to give you a kiss for me!

You send him a picture of you giving Leo a kiss on the cheek and send it back to him. He texts back right away with two hearts.

Quickly following that text up with another, Is my girl okay?

Your heart flutters as you reread his text, debating on what to say for a second, Yes baby. Why do you ask?

You chew on your lip, knowing Jared can read you like a book, even through text, You sound sad, is everything okay?

It’s.. been a day, is all you manage to think of, which, isn’t a lie. You needed a shower, a nap, a shot of vodka, something. I’m on my way home, sweetheart. I love you. You smile slightly at his text, glancing up as you check on your child.

You can’t help but to feel bad. You knew he had work to do. You didn’t want to take that away from him. You let out a sigh as you reply, Okay, baby. Drive safe, I love you.

You set your phone down and walk over to grab Leo, taking him to his high chair. You really felt emotional now, everything was starting to slam into you.

You set your son down in the chair, clicking the belts around his legs, “Hold on, mama will get you a snack.” You smile at the happy child, kicking his feet and babbling on about all kinds of things.

As you work on getting him his snack, you hear the door open and you hold your breath, knowing you were going to lose it the second you seen him.

“Hello mini me.” Jared greets Leo, “Have you been good for mommy?” He gets him out of his chair and bounces him slightly as he looks to you, “Y/n?”

You hold up your hand, “I need.. a sec..”

“You’re fine, babe.” Jared goes back to talking to the boy while you finish up his snack, “Are you ready to eat?” You smile as you walk up to Jared, reaching out to tickle Leo’s belly, earning a few giggles.

Jared puts him back in his seat, bucking him in before putting the tray back, “What’s mama got? Hmm.” He leans in, pretending to be surprised which has Leo smiling.

You lick your lips, “You didn’t, um. Have to come home early, baby. I’m just.. I’m just having a rough mental day. I’m just tired.”

He looks up at you and stands up, “Don’t tell me what I didn’t have to do.” He smiles, laughing slightly as he runs his hand through your hair and rests his palm against your neck, “Zach understands that you and him come first now.”

You smile, trying to fight back the tears, but you lose the battle as your lip quivers and you shove your face in his chest, your body jolting from your sobs, “I-I just..” you gasp out, trying to calm down again.

Jared holds you tighter, shushing you quietly as he glances from you to Leo, who’s still as happy as can be.

“It’s b-been.. just r-rough..” you breathe out, “Lately..” you take a slow breath, reaching up to wipe your face, “Fuck.” You cover your face, your breathing growing quicker, and before Jared can say anything else, you just explode, word vomit everywhere, “I just feel so bad for having bad days, like the house is a mess, I made cookies with him to try and keep my mind from racing and I have to still clean that fucking mess up, and the toys, and the carpet and I need a shower and you’re missing work and I know that’s important and I just-“

“Hey. Hey.” Jared gently grabs your wrists and pulls you to him, “y/n. Listen to me.” He reaches up, tilting your chin up and your eyes meet his, “You need to take another deep breath for me, okay?”

You take a shakey breath, watching as he takes one with you, “That’s good. Now another, just for safe measure.” He smiles, which gets you to smile and he pulls you in, wrapping his around your neck, “You, my love, are doing an absolute damn good job with him.”

Jared continues, “You don’t ever have to be sorry for having feelings. Okay? You are never a bother to me, if you need me, I’m coming to you as fast as I can.”

You smile at his words, tears forming in your eyes, “Thank you.” You glance over at Leo and shake your head, he’s just been, I hate to say it but so bad lately.”

“I fear we have entered, what they call, the terrible twos.” Jared presses a kiss to your forehead and you laugh, “We’ve been in it for a while then.”

You press a kiss to his lips and Jared glances over at him, “Has he had a nap yet?” You kiss Jared’s lips again, shaking your head as he smiles, “No, I’ve been trying.”

He nods, pressing a kiss to your lips, “You go take a bath and get into bed. I’ll get him lunch, I’ll clean up, and then I’ll get Leo down for a nap.”

You press two kisses to his lips, your voice just above a whisper, “I truly believe that you are the greatest thing to ever happen to me.” You nod to your son, “Well, besides him.”

Jared nods, “Of course.” He kisses your cheek and then your lips, “I think about you the same way.” He nods towards the doorway, “Now go. I’ll be up to check on you in a little bit.”

You turn around, giving him a slight smirk, “You promise?”

He smiles, laughing slightly as he starts getting lunch around for Leo, “Yes, baby. I promise. Now go.”

“I’m going, I’m going.” You walk out the doorway, stopping when you hear Jared talk to your baby, “That mommy is so stubborn sometimes, now I know where you get that from.”

“I heard that.” You smile as Jared responds, “You were supposed to!”

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You stayed in the bath until the water got cold. As you lean forward to let the drain go, you blow out the candle you have lit in the corner of the shower wall, and stand up.

It’s been fairly quiet the last ten minutes, or so, but you can only hope Leo goes down easy for Jared.

You wrap the towel around yourself, making your way into your bedroom to get dressed. You dry off, wrapping your hair in the towel as you find a shirt and underwear.

You walk over, sitting on the edge of the bed and your mind just can’t help but wander again. You close your eyes, taking your hair down from the towel before you lay down.

Another twenty minutes goes by and you turn your head as you hear the door open. You smile when you see Jared walking in, “Hey.”

He walks around to his side and crawls into the bed behind you, “He’s down.” He presses a kiss to the back of your head, “How was your bath?”

You gently scratch your nails over his arm that’s holding you close to him, “It was good.” He hums quietly in response, “Mama, you know that it’s okay to slow down right?”

You nod your head, afraid you’ll lose it if you say a single word. Jared tightens his arm around you, “It’s also okay that if all you did today was survive.“

You close your eyes, trying to keep your breathing from going uneasy.

“You can take the rest of the night, do whatever you need to do and you can always try again tomorrow.” He kisses your head, “You are an actual superhero, mama. You actually kind of scare me.”

He laughs and you turn your head slightly, “What?” You roll over, laughing quietly as you look up at him, “You’re scared of little old me?”

He smiles, his hand moving to rest on your cheek, “You can move mountains, y/n.” His eyes search your face, “And I have never loved anyone as much as I love you and our boy.”

You lean in, pressing your lips to his and it quickly grows into a slow make out, “If you’re up for it..” You breathe out, “I think I know something that will really give me a pick me up.”

“Oh yeah?” His hand slides down to your lower back, pulling you closer to him, “I guess great minds think alike then, huh?”

You smile as he pulls the blanket down your body so he can fit his body in between your knees, “Just relax, baby.” Jared says as he kisses down your neck, “Let me do all the work.”

You nod, turning your head to watch him. He pushes your shirt up, leaning in to press kisses down your torso, “You’re so beautiful.”

You were still very insecure about your post pregnancy body, but Jared continued to do everything he can to make sure you know just how beautiful he knew you were.

You bite down on your lip as he hooks his fingers into the band of your underwear, pulling them down your legs.

He slides his hands up your legs, glancing up at you as you spread your legs wider, giving him a nod. He smirks up at you before you feel his tongue slip between your folds, earning a gasp from your lips.

Your head falls back, your back arches and your hands move to his hair as his tongue works from your cunt to your clit, back and fourth repeatedly.

“Please.” You whine out, “Jared.”

He gives you more, sliding his hand down your thigh, “Whatever you need, sweetheart.” He whispers against you as he slips in two fingers.

“Yesyesyes.” You roll your hips forward, moaning out as you feel his fingers curl inside of you, “Fuck.” You moan out, looking down at him.

“Doing so good for me.” He turns his head, kissing along your thigh. Your lips part as you watch him kiss back to your clit, eyes rolling back as he sucks and nips.

Your hips buck, your legs tighten around his neck, “F-fuck..” your grip tightens on his hair, earning a groan from him.

He lifts his head, “How’s that feel, baby?” He watches your face continue twisting with pleasure while you give him a nod, breathing a quick, “Yes.”

“So close.” You whimper out and he drops his lips to your clit, urging you with cum with flicks of his tongue against it.

You feel your legs start to shake, your eyes screw shut and moans leave your lips as you feel the knot in your belly finally snap.

Jared guides you through your high and then his clothes are quickly discarded and your arms and legs are wrapped around his body.

He brings his hand up, pressing it against your cheek as he kisses you. You bring a hand down, resting it on his wrist as your lips move with his.

You gasp quietly as you feel the tip of his cock brush against your needy entrance, “I need you.” You tighten your legs around his waist and his hand leaves your cheek, going down to guide his cock into where you want him most.

You lace your fingers through his hair, moaning out as you feel him slide into you, “F-fuck.” You clench your walls around him which causes him to grip onto your hip tighter, his voice quiet as he leans down, “You feel so fucking good.”

He slides his hand up to your side as he rolls his hips into yours, both of you gasping and groaning out.

Your back arches off the bed, head handing back as his thrusts speed up, “Fuck, yes, fuck.” You lift your head, eyes on his as your hand moves to his cheek, “I love you.”

He rests his forehead on yours, thrusts slowing down, “I love you.” He presses kisses all over your face, “I love you so much.”

He kisses from your lips and along your jaw, whispering as his hand squeezes the outside of your thigh, “You are so beautiful.”

He kisses down your neck and back up to your lips. You whimper against them as you feel another orgasm approaching, “M’so close, J.”

“I love it when you cum for me, you look so pretty.” He urges as he reaches up, brushing hair from your face, “Shit, you take me so well.”

You gasp as he speeds up his thrusts, tightening your legs around his waist, “Cum in me.” You pull him in for a heated kiss, “Please, I need you so bad.”

You have felt needy for him the last few days, like yes, you’ve had sex, but you needed him more than usual.

You had no idea what’s going on.

“You need me so bad?” Jared asks, “Fuck, tell me again, baby.”

You arch your back, clenching around his cock as you moan out, “Fuck, I-i need you, all of you.” You look up at him, “I need you so bad.”

He nods, kissing your lips, “Okay.” He pulls you body against his, “You have me, you know that, right? You have me.”

You nod, “I have you.”

You pull him in by the neck, lips attaching to his and then it hits you. The realization that you should probably take a pregnancy test - and your orgasm.

Jared’s quick to follow, holding you close as he fills you just like you requested. He rolls off of you, leaning back into kiss your cheek.

You smile, breathing heavy and your head snaps to the door as you hear Leo start to wake up from his nap.

Jared’s quick to get up, “Take your time. Come down when you’re ready.” He leans down giving you a kiss before he moves to get dressed, and watch as he leaves.

You sit up, biting down on your lip as you throw on a shirt and head to the bathroom. You bend down and grab the test from the box. You chewed on your lip as you stared at the pink foiled covered stick in your hands.

“Okay.” You whisper quietly, tearing open the package to pull out the test and you sit down to take it.

You rest it on the counter, standing up and laying your hand over the little window, “Fuck. Okay.”

You knew you and Jared could do it, but you haven’t talked about having another, you weren’t sure if you even wanted to have another. You move your hand, gasping as you see the dark second line, “Fuck. Babe!”

You grab the test, opening the door, “Babe!”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” He answers you from the kitchen and you quickly, and carefully, race down the steps. You take a deep breath before entering and he looks up at you, doing a double take, “What’s wrong?”

You hold up the test and he tilts his head, “That makes a lot of sense.”

“Yeah.” You walk over to him and he wraps his arms around you, “Are we happy about this?”

You shrug, tilting your head up slightly, “Are we happy about this?”

He glances from you to Leo, and lets out a sigh as he chuckles slightly, “Yeah. Yeah. I think we do.” He looks down at you, tilting your chin up so you’re now looking at him fully, “I know this wasn’t planned, but I just fell in love with you even more.”

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perpetuallypottytraining · 11 months

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a little going out to a movie theater for the first time in headspace, and them and their CG are caught offguard by how excitable and hyper they are to be in a "brand new place!" they're constantly looking around, excited by every little thing. they have to get popcorn and a soda, bc that's what all their storybooks and cartoon characters do when they're in movie theaters!

when they get to their seats, the previews are still playing, which gives the little plenty of time to get their wiggles out before the movie starts! however, with not much else to do while they wait, the little can't help but to start on their soda and popcorn, no concern at all for the amount they're consuming

by the time the movie does start, they've made a sizable dent in their salty popcorn, which of course led to them drinking plenty of their refreshing drink

their wiggling slows at the production company logos, finally sitting still as the movie is truly underway

until... all that soda sits heavily in their abdomen, taking almost no time at all to reach their bladder

this is their first little movie tho, and they don't want to miss anything!!

so, they stay seated, continuing to sip their soda and munch on their popcorn with less enthusiasm than when they started

it doesn't take long for their wiggling to start up again, but instead of being because of excess energy, it's now because they're attempting to shift any pressure off their bladder, which is slowly beginning to ache

this wiggling isn't very subtle. but, their CG is also trying to enjoy the movie - so when the wiggles start up again, especially if they're big enough that some popcorn may be spilling as the little adjusts and adjusts the way they sit, the CG, eyes on the screen, leans over and whispers to the little that "big kids can sit still through a movie - you're a big kid, aren't you?"

the little immediately stops their wiggling, blush hidden in the dark. they are a big kid, they are. they're potty trained and everything, big kid pants on - they're not a baby who needs diapers

except diapers sound pretty good right now

or, bare minimum, the pull-ups kept in their closet, for when they wake up with wet sheets or they're going on a long car ride or or....

or how their CG asked before they left if they wanted to wear one "just in case," but the little had shook their head innocently and said, "I'm a big kid!"

now aware that they can't just wiggle freely, the little reaches below their bag of popcorn and holds onto themself, hoping that they can last until the end of the movie

their legs still shift, but not enough to be distracting

uncomfortable, the little wishes they were at home - how they could pause the movie and go potty without missing anything

this isn't like home though, there's no pause button!!

they risk a glance at their caregiver, disappointed to see that they're fully engaged in the movie

the little doesn't want them to miss any of the movie either

they think about getting up and heading to the bathrooms, but they shrink in on themselves when they remember how far away they are, how'd they'll have to walk down the stairs, then walk down the hallway, then go use a stall all by themselves, wipe all by themselves, and flush all by themsleves, then wash their hands, then dry them, then come back to this exact theater

what if they get lost? what if they forget a step? what if the toilet flush is really really scary? what if someone tries talking to them?

no, no - they're simply too little to go to the bathroom all by themselves. they need their caregiver with them

but they'll be so disappointed to miss the movie :(

as the minutes drag on, their bladder aches and aches, all that soda the little kept sipping having to go somewhere

a whimper escapes from the little, and their caregiver's head snaps over to them

as they take in the sight of their hunched over little, one hand disappearing underneath their popcorn, legs twisted together, the caregiver hesitating grabs the soda from the cup holder and gives it a little shake

ice clinks against one another and the caregiver can feel that more than half has already disappeared

immediately standing to their feet, caregiver grabs the popcorn bag with one hand and their little's arm with the other, hauling them up

the little stumbles, but finds some relief that they no longer need to make a decision as their CG leads them out of the theater

a gasp is let out as all the movement causes the little's bladder to find some relief itself, big kid undies immediately getting wet

the caregiver doesn't slow down their pace, dragging, then pushing their little into the family bathroom, careful to lock the door properly behind them

when they turn around, they watch as their little is hunched over the drain in the ground, a pattering noise audible as the little is unable to hold it even for a few more seconds, the grown-up potty only a few steps away

as the caregiver leads the little out of the movie theater and into the parking lot, the little instructed to hold their bag of popcorn in front of them to hide the worst of the damage while they stand closely behind them, they make a promise/assurance to their little:

they'll catch the movie when it comes to home video

#omo #omorashi #omocute #fictomo #mine #this was supposed to be a prompt/concept but then i got a bit carried away 😅#ah well! happy omovember!

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age-of-play-i-say · 5 months

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Sentence prompts, huh? Well, never let it be said that I'm not predictable...

"Oh sweetie - if you can't hold it anymore, just do your tinkles on teddy..."

-🐻⚡️

CG and potty-training Little are heading home from what was supposed to be a quick Saturday afternoon errand run: dropping things at the library, stopping by the grocery store, and then picking up some Thai food for tonight. Because they had meant to be out for 90 minutes, 2 hours tops, CG allowed Little to wear big kid undies, just this once! Little was so excited, they have yet to be out of the house with no padding since the potty training started! This will be their first test, and they're determined to prove themselves as a big kid. CG even asked them at the restaurant if they needed to go. Little knew home was a 10 minute car ride away, so they said no. They wanted CG to have no excuse to diaper them up for every outing like this. Unfortunately, the universe has other plans, and the two of them get stuck behind a car accident caused by some serious surprise road construction. No escape routes, no turn offs, no diapers, let's go.

CG: Whoa, what's going on up here? This wasn't here on our way down to the store.

Little: looks scary daddy!! *clutches teddy tightly* shiny stuff all over da road. . .

CG: Pieces of the car, yeah. Wow, looks like the clean-up crew just got here. We're gonna be sitting for awhile, Baby. Here, why don't you enjoy your bubble tea and watch a little Emperor's New Groove on Daddy's phone?

Little: really Daddy?? *bouncing in their booster seat*

CG: Yes, you've been so good for me and I don't want the accident to scare you. Go to your happy place, sweetie, I’ll call you back when we're ready to move.

10 minutes later:

Little: drinkie all gone Daddy! *wiggling with teddy* we almos goin home??

CG: Not yet, Baby. Looks like it's pretty complicated up there. Good job with your drink! Are you doing okay with your movie?

Little: *wiggling faster* hh- mm-hmm! how much longer till home??

CG: I don't know yet, Baby. Be patient for Daddy, okay?

10 minutes later:

CG: I know it's not fun, Baby, but it's gonna be okay, looks like the crew is about halfway done with their work. Can you keep being good for Daddy?

Little: umm!! wanna be good, wanna be big kid!! but um!! *hides face in teddy and plunges one hand down to hold tight against their baby parts, sniffling*

CG: Oh no! Does my sweet Baby need to make tinkles? And you were doing so well with your big kid undies, too!

Little: *crying and potty dancing in their seat with their hand on their undies* no fair!!!! ‘s no fair, Daddy, am a big kid!!! b-but needa make tinkles!! emerg-*hiccups, begins to wail* emergency!!

CG: Oh Sweetie, - if you can't hold it anymore, let's just do your tinkles on Teddy. Here, I’ll take him. Lift up your tush off the seat. Shhhh, it's okay, we’ll wash him at home.

Little: ahh! hhh teddy feels good, Daddy!! *wiggling and sniffling* woulda m-made it!! stupid cars!! stupidt road!! *crying louder again*

CG: I know it, Baby. This won't count against you for future big kid clothes, okay? For now, we gotta get those tinkles out before they start hurting. Come on, sweetie, you can do it. Can you show Daddy how you’d make peepee in your big kid potty at home?

Little: y-ye Daddy *reaches out to cling to Daddy's hand and sniffles once more before a loud hissing noise fills the car* ahhhh - m-makin peepee Daddy!! mmm teddy all wet!

Daddy: There we go, good Baby! That's Daddy's good, sweet Baby. Oh, that sounds like it feels good, sweetie. Are you feeling better?

Little: almos done peepee Daddy feels so good! *stream finally slows to a trickle and then stops while Baby shivers* hhhah all done tinkies!!

Daddy: And it looks like we’re moving again! Good job, Baby! Tell you what. You're right, that wasn't fair, and you didn't make a mess in your carseat. We’re calling this a success!

Little: really?? thank Daddy!! *bouncing on Teddy until Teddy squelches, then a little whimper*

Daddy: We’ll be home in 10 minutes now, Baby, but I have a question for you. Big kids get to choose, so when we get home, do you want to be cleaned up and keep wearing big kid undies? Or do you want soft, cozy protection after all of that? Keep in mind you won't have Teddy to snuggle for a few hours while I clean him up.

Little: ohh umm *hides face in hands* wan diapies Daddy, please!

CG: Of course, sweetie. You can wear your diapers, Daddy understands.

#maple answers #thank you for the prompt!#love it! hope you enjoy!

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queenimmadolla · 2 years

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𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

Based on these two requests: “I saw you write for dad Eddie Munson and was wondering if you could write the reader and Eddie are potty training their child” “Wait, can you possibly write a potty training or something like that little thing for the penny-verse”

p.s. birth stories are in progress, and yes Uncle Wayne will be making appearances

Eddie stood in the doorway of the bathroom, arms crossed and eyes stern with determination, he would be the victor of this stare down.

Not the three year old glaring back at him from her place on her pink baby potty, pull-up diaper around her little ankles.

Eddie and Penny had been at it all day, both thoroughly frustrated with each other. Eddie because Penny refused to go pee in her baby potty and Penny because her dad wouldn’t let her up from the potty.

You’d both been trying to potty train her for three months now, but it was proving to be difficult with having to juggle a toddler and a newborn. Penny was great with her brother, not even a smidge of jealousy. If anything, she was protective of him. Eddie thought it may have been because of the first time she’d seen him. He hadn’t wanted her to see baby Wayne in that incubator, hooked up to so many machines with patches over his eyes. It broke his heart to watch his son struggle for breaths but Penny had begged to meet him and you both figured you’d have to explain why Wayne wouldn’t be coming home all that soon eventually, so the first time Penny saw her brother, it had been with a glass window separating them.

She was so good with Wayne that she didn’t seem to want to distract them, never telling you or Eddie when she’d gone in her diaper. The two of you felt horrible when you realized she’d been sitting in her dirty diaper for who knows how long because she wanted to make sure mommy and daddy were taking care of Wayne.

It had been the last straw for Eddie, so he’d taken a couple days off the shop, canceled band practice (all the guys were 100% understanding) and you’d be handling Wayne while he taught Penny how to use the potty. Originally, you’d made a deal. He’d teach your son and you would teach your daughter. And you had. Penny knew exactly how going potty worked for people with her anatomy and she knew how to go in the potty.

She just freaking wouldn’t. And on top of that, she seemed to think tricking Eddie was funny. They’d be cuddling, watching cartoons and Penny would tell him she had to go, so he’d rush her over to the potty, pull down her diaper and sit her on it only for her to burst into a fit of giggles because daddy is soooooo silly! she doesn’t really have to go!

She’d done it during breakfast, again immediately after breakfast, before her nap, while she was playing with her toys, and then again when he’d taken her out with him to the store (he had shouldered so many people to get to the restroom and all she had done was laugh her cute little butt off when he put her on the lined seat, then she’d peed in her diaper while he strapped her into her car seat in the van), Eddie was tired of it.

So, this last time Penny had faked it, he hadn’t allowed her to get off.

“Daddy, I don’ havta go potty!” She stomped her little foot on the ground, face scrunched up in anger.

“That’s too bad, you’re gonna stay there until you go potty. No more tricks.” Eddie leaned his shoulder against the doorframe, refusing to give in.

“I wone twick you ‘gain! I pomiss!”

“You promised the last four times, too. You’re going potty in your potty whether you like it or not.”

“No!”

“Penelope.” Eddie warned, raising an eyebrow down at her as she talked back.

“No! No! No! NOOOO!” She began stomping her feet over and over again, when she put her hands on the side of the potty, ready to push herself up, Eddie grabbed her and placed her down again while she screamed.

“Stop it, daddy! I go potty in my diapy!”

Eddie took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool. He wasn’t as good as you were when it came to Penny’s tantrums, but he absolutely hated yelling at her. She’d look up at him with those big, beautiful brown eyes full of tears and guilt the shit out of him, even if he had been in the right to do so! That’s why she usually got what she wanted from him. But on the rare occasions where he put his foot down, he’d spend the entire day arguing with a toddler.

You said it was because she was just like him, reactive. So they’d clash. You’d let her scream it out, yell at you, stomp around because you knew she was trying to get a reaction out of you and trying to get her way. Then you’d let her calm down, put her in a time out if you had to but normally she’d come find you after she calmed down to apologize and cuddle to make sure you still loved her despite you constantly telling her you’d love her no matter what. So, you had no problem telling her no. That’s not to say it often led to tantrums, you were teaching her how to control and express her emotions so she’d gotten significantly better at talking things through.

If Eddie had tried teaching her how to use the potty a couple months ago, Penny would have thrown the baby potty across the bathroom.

This wasn’t one of those things Penny was willing to talk about.

But Eddie knew, he just knew if she actually used the potty, she’d love it. Not because she wouldn’t have to go in her diaper—she seemed to love doing that—but because of the praise he’d give her once she did. Penny loved having her parents' attention and making them happy and laugh. She was a ray of sunshine and if she saw how happy the two of you were with her going potty, Eddie was positive she’d stick to it.

So he just needed her to piss in the goddamn potty.

“No more going potty in your diaper. Potty in the potty only.”

Penny mimicked him, crossing her arms over her chest to display her anger. “No!!”

Eddie sighed, shrugging as he approached the sink. “I didn’t want to have to do this, baby. You’re making me waste a ton of water.”

He turned the cold water knob on the sink, not all the way, just enough to have a good little stream going, and leaned back against the wall, waiting.

Penny just stared at him, eyebrows comically furrowed but if Eddie laughed, she’d get even angrier. He could only laugh at her when she was trying to be funny, not when she was trying to be mad. He’s learned that one the hard way.

It took a couple of minutes but soon Penny began fidgeting on the potty, still looking very much so upset, but Eddie knew what was about to happen. Her fidgeting got more restless and she was all but hopping on the potty.

She was trying to hold it in.

Penny bounced on the potty for a couple more minutes before Eddie heard it, a stream hitting plastic. Penny was peeing in the potty.

He pushed himself off the wall, a look of disbelief on his face as he waited for her to finish. When she did, the anger was gone from her face. She was staring down at her lap, like she couldn’t believe it herself. Then she looked up at Eddie, eyes wide.

“I went potty.”

Eddie squatted down, pulling her off the pink baby toilet to confirm, and sure enough, she’d peed.

He cleaned her up with a baby wipe before pulling her diaper up, then scooped her up, tossing and catching her as he cheered.

“You did it, baby! You went peepee in the potty! I knew you could do it!”

Penny laughed in delight as her dad threw her around and then pulled her in for a hug. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she returned it enthusiastically, basking in the kisses he was covering her face in.

“Let’s go tell mommy, yeah?”

“Yeah! Mommy!”

Eddie carried her out into the living room, where you sat on the floor with Wayne, he was curled up on a nursing pillow, sucking on his pacifier and looking chilled out.

“Mommy! Mommy! I wen’ potty!” Penny was bouncing in Eddie’s arms as she bragged and your mouth dropped open in shock.

“You did??” Your gaze darted to Eddie and when he nodded, your face broke out into a grin.

“Yeah! I wen’ peepee in the potty!”

You made sure Wayne was secure before you got up and ran over to join them, pulling Penny right out of Eddie’s arms as you kissed her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, anywhere you could reach.

“Oh my gosh! You went potty! You’re such a good girl, baby!” You pulled back to look at her, face serious for a moment.

“Are you gonna go peepee in the potty like a big girl, now?” Then you added a small disclaimer, “Even though you’re not allowed to grow up because you’re my baby, of course.”

“Yeah! I go peepee in the potty now, onwy.”

Eddie wanted to roll his eyes so bad but he refrained, watching the two of you with a smile.

“Okay, only in the potty now.” There was no way you weren’t gonna keep her in diapers for a few more months, sure that she’d be going in the potty and whenever she wanted standing up.

“Down, pease. I havta tow Waynie baby now.” You put her down and she went scampering over to Wayne, babbling all about how she could go in the potty now, which meant she was also the best big sister. Wayne of course didn’t look like he was listening, but the baby did look entranced with his sister, reaching a tiny arm up in the direction of her face while she droned on.

You turned to Eddie and found that he’d been staring at them too, a tender look on his face before you stole his attention, “Did you flush it, already?”

He dragged his eyes away from his kids to smirk at you, “And risk you killing me for robbing you of one of her milestones? No. I didn’t.”

“You’re so sweet,” you reached a hand up to pinch one of his cheeks. “But that’s actually really gross, I’ve seen her pee tons of times, go flush it.”

“Yes, dear.” He leaned down to give you a kiss.

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mellowsadistic · 7 months

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The Magician's Game - Chapter 8

Katherine’s New Life

Katherine seethed as she squatted down and pushed out a horrible, disgusting mess into the seat of her adult-sized Pampers. She blushed scarlet when she caught sight of herself in the mirror, bare-breasted, her hair in ludicrous pigtails, a thick diaper drooping between her legs.

It hadn’t taken Katherine long to realise that with her ability to dress (and just as importantly undress) herself taken away, she had no way of taking down her underwear to use the toilet. So to her own squealing dismay, and her sister’s very great amusement, Katherine had no choice but to pee and poop in her pants, no different than if she’d been rendered incontinent. It was incredibly humiliating having to deliberately wet and dirty her nappies, reduced to the same level as that snivelling pants-filler Becky despite the fact that she still had all her bladder and bowel control. But it was even worse having to waddle up to her sister and beg her for a diaper change.

Of course, at first Katherine had tried to insist her sister accompany her to the toilet every time she needed to go, so that she could pull her underwear up and down for her. As humiliating as it would have been needing help to use the toilet like some stupid little girl struggling with her potty-training, it would’ve been better than diapers, but her sister had only laughed at the idea and said she had better things to do than run around after some overgrown toddler who couldn’t even go potty by herself. So Katherine had to wear diapers. In fact, most of the time these days she didn’t wear anything but diapers. Her sister thought it was funny to watch the former snobbish fashion model waddle about nearly naked, with nothing but a symbol of her newfound babyhood taped around her waist, which was how Katherine came to be stomping into the living room of her sister’s house in nothing but her stinky nappy, her large bare breasts sloshing about stupidly on her chest as she approached her sister, who was sat on the sofa watching television with a glass of wine in her hand.

“Mommy,” Katherine said through gritted teeth.

“Yes, baby?” her sister smirked, looking away from the screen. She was enjoying having her bitchy older sister reduced to her pathetic, oversized toddler.

Katherine took a deep breath. “Baby Katie did a whoopsie!” she whined, turning around and shaking her diapered bottom from side to side. The drooping seat of her nappy swung pendulously between her legs. Doing this was part of her routine for asking for a change – if she didn’t make herself look and sound as ridiculous as possible, she’d have to stay in her used diaper all day. Katherine looked over her shoulder, hating her sister almost as much as she hated the Magician, and put a finger up to touch the side of her pouting lips. “Me a vewy stinky giwl! Pwease will you wipe my poopy bum-bum, Mommy?”

Katherine’s sister continued to smirk, and took a slow sip from her glass. She opened her mouth to reply, but at that moment the show she was watching suddenly cut to an advert, and her eyes lit up. “Oh look, Katie! It’s your commercial!”

Katherine blushed and averted her eyes, but her sister got up and leaned close to her. “No, no, baby,” she said maliciously. “If you want a diaper change today, you have to watch.”

Katherine clenched her jaw and forced herself to look at the television. She’d seen her commercial before, but it still made her want to sink into the ground and disappear forever. Stuck in nappies and baby clothes, Katherine’s modelling days were over, but her sister had got her a new job – the poster girl for Pampers Adult Discipline Diapers. Katherine had tried to refuse, but after spending two whole days in the same filthy nappy, she’d had no choice but to give in to her sister’s demands.

“Hi everyone!” came her own exaggeratedly enthusiastic voice, as she toddled onto the screen with a very forced smile. She was wearing a tight pink t-shirt with the words “Mummy’s Little Princess” written on it in sequins, and no bra beneath. There was a cheap-looking plastic tiara on her head, like something out of a little girl’s dress-up set, and below the waist she wore a very short skirt that did nothing whatsoever to hide the thick disposable nappy taped around her bottom. “My name’s Katherine Bower-Thomas, and I used to be such a spoilt little princess,” she said, sticking out her bottom lip in an exaggerated pout and pointing at the plastic tiara on her head. Katherine could still see the anger and resentment burning behind the eyes of her on-screen counterpart. “Being a successful model gave me such an attitude, and the only thing I thought about was me, me, me. But thanks to Pampers Adult Discipline Diapers, I’m a good girl again! Studies have shown that diaper discipline reduces brattiness significantly in adult women, and Pampers have the thickest, crinkliest, most absorbent adult nappies on the market.” The Katherine on the screen forced a grin. “When your naughty girl has to pee and poop in her own pants like a baby, she’ll never be able to take herself seriously!”

The Katherine of the present knew what was coming, but it still didn’t make it any easier. She watched in disgust and shame as the on-screen Katherine squatted down. Her face took on a look of concentration and, with a loud grunt, the seat of her nappy started to sag heavily. She was pooping her pants on television for millions to see. There was a faint hissing sound, barely picked up by the on-set microphone, as pee rushed into her diaper as well. After a few moments of grunting and straining, she looked up into the camera, her face bright red with humiliation, and said with supressed tears, “It’s hard to have an attitude when you’ve got a yucky load in your pants! Try Pampers Adult Discipline Diapers today! Put your naughty girl in her rightful place!”

The screen suddenly cut to a recording of her from a different day, squalling like a baby over her sister’s lap with her diaper un-taped and her jiggling bare bottom exposed. A man’s voice was talking over the scene. “Now with reusable tapes, so you don’t have to worry about wasting diapers when your bratty little lady needs a bare-bottom spanking! Get yours today!”

Katherine closed her eyes, wishing she could wake up and find this was all just a horrible nightmare. Her sister was laughing and applauding. “I’ll never get tired of seeing that! Even though we have all the Pampers we’ll ever need – aren’t you grateful that the company gave you a lifetime supply?” She giggled, reaching out and jiggling the messy nappy between Katherine’s legs. “You’re going to need them after all!”

Katherine felt tears coming on, but she did her best to hold them back. “Can I… Can I please have a diaper change now, Mommy?” she asked stiffy.

“Awww, I’m afraid not, sweetie!” her sister said in a falsely sympathetic voice. “Some of your old colleagues and managers are coming to visit in a little bit, you see. You know, the ones you were such a bitch to for so many years. And I promised them you’d put on a little fashion show! You can put on your bonnet and show them all how cute you look sucking you thumb. You can wiggle your butt in those adorable plastic pants, the ones with the ruffles on the back, and make lots of cute crinkles. You could do it in a clean diaper, but I think you’ll look much more precious waddling around in a dirty one. You can even re-enact your commercial! Doesn’t that sound fun?”

Katherine couldn’t contain herself any longer. The former fashion model burst into tears. She sobbed and wailed at the top of her lungs, mourning the adulthood that had been taken away from her forever. She wanted to be a model again! She wanted to wear sexy clothes and underwear, not bonnets and plastic pants and stupid nappies! She wanted to be a grown-up who used the toilet! She didn’t want to pee and poop her pants anymore!

Her sister patted her bottom, half sadistic, half soothing, and started to steer her towards her nursery. “Come along, stinky-pants,” she cooed gently. “If you’re a good girl for your fashion show, I’ll change you before dinner, okay? To start off with, I think you’ll look just darling in that frilly pink frock!”

#mellowsadistic

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