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[tylerabdl]

“Hi sweetie,” she waved from the library steps, “I’m so glad you could make it to our little study date.”

“W-well,” I blushed, flustered at her flirtatious wording, “I wouldn’t miss it.”

It was true; I would never ever miss this. I’m still surprised that the prettiest girl in my biology class asked me to study with her.

Firstly, I was surprised because we hadn’t really talked outside of a few passing words, and I knew she was out of my league, so I mostly tried to mind my own business.

Secondly, I was surprised because I knew she didn’t need my help studying. While I was no academic slouch, she would usually score insanely high on the quizzes and tests. There were only a handful of times I scored higher than her throughout the semester. I guess she took the upcoming final seriously.

“So you ready to lock in and hit the books?” She offered a gentle smile that made me blush at its tenderness.

“Mhmmm,” is all I could squeak out.

“I know we’re just going to ace this final together, sweetie!”

Her energy was infectious, and I couldn’t help but grin —even through the sweetly condescending pet names that I —honestly— didn’t mind at all.

We didn’t need to walk far to find a secluded spot in the library; despite it being finals season, our ‘date’ was happening late enough into the night that the library was more or less abandoned.

As she sat down at a table of her choosing, I grunted as I heaved my heavy backpack off of my shoulders.

“That must be one heavy bag,” she raised her eyebrow in a gently inquisitive manner, “What’s in it? Must be full of textbooks… or maybe something else…?”

She offered the last question as if trying to imply something. I blushed, knowing full well what was actually in my backpack, but I chose to ignore the implication. There was no way she knew; no need to be nervous.

“Yep,” I chuckled nervously, “So many textbooks.”

“Uh-huh… right,” the corners of her lips tucked into a barely perceptible frown, “Well, let’s get started with studying then.”

I did have textbooks in my bag, but they weren’t the only items in my bag. I also had a couple spare diaper changes.

I liked to wear diapers for as long as I remembered. There was something about them that just drove me crazy: the security, the vulnerability, the… cuteness. It all just made me feel deliciously small and little.

When I moved away to college and eventually got my own room, I decided to start wearing diapers full time. After all, why not — they made me happy, and I was living alone now anyway.

That’s all well and good, but you’re probably wondering why I would risk compromising hanging out with the hottest girl in my biology class by wearing on this date? Well… while I wouldn’t say I’m not potty trained anymore, I definitely am not totally 100% as potty trained as I used to be before I started wearing diapers 24/7.

So I chose to go the better safe than sorry route and continue wearing diapers for this study session.

I was ripped from my nervous inner dialogue by a seemingly innocuous question about the cell cycle.

I’d be lying if I said I was really focused on studying after that. My thoughts were consumed by the gorgeous girl in front of me; she was flirtatious yet condescending, and I didn’t quite know what to make of it. Not that I wasn’t enjoying her company.

I was once again distracted from my thoughts when I heard her pencil gently drop to the table.

I looked up from my own notes to meet her eyes. She was sniffing the air curiously, as if trying to place a certain smell that had no business among the well curated library.

I blushed. I hadn’t had an accident… had I?? I squished my thighs together and felt clearly soggy padding between them. I guess I hadn’t noticed while being distracted by studying and flirting.

I just needed to calm down. If I just focused and acted like nothing was wrong, she wouldn’t—

“Do you need a change, sweetie?”

My whole world shattered with that simple question, asked as if it was as innocent as asking to borrow a pen.

“Uhh-uhh,” I stammered, “I d-don’t know what you’re—“

“Sweetie,” she giggled, “I know you’re in diapers. The bulk is obvious if you know what to look for. I also know that your bag isn’t bulging at the seams from just textbooks; I imagine you have a few spare diapers in there. I also know that it smells just a little bit like pee, and the culprit is sitting right across from me. Isn’t that right mister?”

Tears started to well in my eyes. I didn’t expect this, and I honestly wasn’t prepared for it. Why would she want to hang out with me if she knew?

“I uhmm— why??”

“Hey, hey… save those alligator tears, okay?”

She gave me the same tender smile she’d worn all night that somehow seemed to portray generous understanding and vigorous curiosity simultaneously.

“I knew you were in diapers before I asked you out on this date,” she reached across the table to wipe a tear from my cheek, “I really don’t mind —in fact, it’s the whole reason I asked you out.”

“R-really?” I asked between tears.

“Yep,” she assured, “I think littles like yourself are just so cute, and I’ve been dying to find a little of my own to care for.”

“O-oh,” I blinked, astonished at the scenario unfolding before me.

“Plus, I think you’re pretty cute…” she blushed.

“T-thanks.”

“So how about I change your diaper, and we get back to studying. Then, if you like, we can get coffee —or hot chocolate for you I guess— sometime after this? What do you say?”

“O-okay.”

Because the library was so deserted, she asserted that it would be fine to change my diaper right on the table. She gently unzipped my shorts and pulled them around one ankle.

“Ahhhww sweetie,” her eyes softened, “these turtle diapers are just adorable! Do you like turtles?”

“Y-yes mommy…”

The title felt strange on my tongue; not unpleasant, and she seemed to beam down at me for using it.

“Can you hold your shirt up for mommy?”

I nodded before holding it with my mouth.

“You’re so cute,” Mommy giggled, “I just know we’re going to have a great time together!”

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As Always, all characters depicted are 18+

Credit to @ah-bagels for the image

[tylerabdl]

Don’t fear, Mommy’s here!

“Sweetheart, this is what you wanted,” mommy sighed, “you said you wanted to be little more often, and I happily agreed, remember?”

“Yeah, but not in public!” I pouted.

“It’ll only be a picnic in the park. It’ll be a fun outing with Mommy, super casual.”

“B-but I’ll be in diapers.”

Mommy chuckled at that, “Baby, you’re in diapers most the time anyways these days. I don’t want you to be trapped in the house just because of some silly fear about someone seeing your diapers. What I do want is to spoil my baby boy by taking you on adventures to amusement parks, playgrounds, the zoo, you name it! There’s nothing to be afraid of sweetie, I promise.”

Mommy gave me one of her signature radiant smiles, and when I saw her lovingly looking down at me, I got the sense that everything was going to be alright. After all, she was my mommy, and she was going to take care of me.

“Mmmm okay mommy,” I crossed my arms trying to accent my point but probably looking more like a toddler than I wanted to, “but I want to wear big boy clothes!”

“Hmmm,” mommy put a thoughtful finger and thumb up to her chin as if she was some sagely philosopher, “Well, I don’t know about big boy clothes, but how about these.”

She showed me a pair of khaki shorts and a Barney t-shirt.

“I don’t wanna wear a Barney t-shirt, mommy!”

“But sweetheart, you’d look so cute in it!”

“Nuh-uh Mommy!”

“Hmmm well would you prefer your little onesie that says ‘Mommy’s little stinker’ on it? Or maybe your shortalls with the adorable little teddy bear on the front? Oh you’d look so adorable!”

“No! No! No! I wanna wear a big boy shirt, mommy!” I stomped my feet in a budding temper tantrum. Mommy’s smile faded, and I immediately regretted my brattiness.

“Careful baby,” Mommy raised an eyebrow, “if you keep throwing a tantrum, you’ll wear the onesie with a red bottom peaking out for everyone to see.”

“S-sawry mommy,” I tilted my head downward.

Mommy lifted my head to meet her gaze with her fingers under my jaw, “it’s okay little one. Thank you for apologizing like a good boy.”

“Heh you’re welcome Mommy!” I giggled. I loved when she called me a good boy…

“Now,” Mommy smiled, “Let’s get you dressed. And no more fussing. Honestly, I don’t think you have any ‘big boy’ shirts left. Remember how we threw out most of your big boy clothes? Barney might be the most big boy shirt you have left.”

“Okay mommy,” I sighed, resigned to my fate.

“Don’t worry, Sweetheart; we’re going to have a great time!”

Before I knew it, I found myself on a picnic blanket in the middle of the park with a sippy cup between my lips and a Barney shirt on my chest. Mommy dressing me and strapping me into my car seat usually felt like it took longer, but it probably went by so quickly because of how anxious I was.

Still, whenever I looked at Mommy’s gentle smile, I felt safe, and the world seemed perfect, even if the world felt like it only encompassed the park Mommy and I currently occupied.

Mommy had packed me diagonally sliced peanut butter and jelly sandwhiches as well as animal crackers! They were so tasty!

After awhile, I forgot about my anxiety in lieu of all the fun I was having! Mommy was right —as per usual— picnics were fun!

That is, until she decided to check my diaper.

Without so much as a word, I felt mommy’s hand squish against the seat of my diaper over my khaki shorts.

“Sweetheart, you’re soaked,” Mommy said, “I need to change you before you leak. Lay down for mommy.”

“B-Buh mommy,” I stammered, “people will see…”

“Well baby,” mommy gently yet firmly guided me down to the ground with a hand on my shoulder, “people would definitely see if you wet your shorts and you had to walk around in only a diaper. Is that what you want, little one?”

“N-no mommy.”

“Then be a good boy for mommy, and behave during your changie, okay?”

“O-okay mommy.”

Mommy unbuckled and pulled my shorts down to my ankles as if this were as casual to her as rummaging through her purse for something. I could feel the tomato-red blush singe my cheeks.

To my dismay, a couple waking their dog sauntered by on the walking path at the edge of the park. If they hadn’t seen me before, they definitely noticed when the loud plasticky rip of my diaper tapes came undone.

Tears started to well up in my eyes, as I saw the woman glance over at me, quickly followed by her partner.

“Hey. Hey, baby,” Mommy recaptured my attention, “shhh it’s okay. We don’t know them, and they don’t know us.”

I nodded, but the tears in my eyes didn’t go away.

“Shhhh,” Mommy soothed me again, “look at me. Look at Mommy. I’m going to take care of you. That means changing your diapers when they need changing, and that also means protecting you from the big scary world when you need it, okay? I won’t let anything or anyone hurt my baby, okay?”

As I saw her trademark smile grace her face, the tears in my eyes subsided. I didn’t have to worry. I was with Mommy!

“O-okay Mommy.”

“That’s a good boy!” Mommy beamed.

I loved her so much.

Before I knew it the diaper change was over, and my shorts were back around my waist, once again covering my babyish padding. Mommy was right, all I had to do was trust her.

“You were so good today,” mommy commented as she strapped me back into my car seat, “how about some ice cream as a treat for my good boy?”

“YAYYY ICE CREAM!” I enthusiastically agreed.

Mommy kissed my forehead, “and next week we can explore the Aquarium! Getting changed in a family bathroom should be nothing to you after this!”

I blushed but still managed to smile. To my surprise I was actually looking forward to all of Mommy’s adventures that the future held. I knew as long as she was there to take care of me, I would be okay.

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As always, all characters depicted are 18+

[tylerabdl]

Gurgle, gurgle… Blag-rgh-rgh-rrr… Mumm-mumm…

The young woman babbled mindlessly on, here in her neatly cordoned-off gaming corner. Surrounded by her pastel blankets and pillows and stuffies, she looked every bit the part of a toddler trapped in the body of a twenty-year-old. Her form-fitting little top, flat chest, knee socks, and rustling diaper weren’t exactly doing anything to dispel the illusion, either. But what was perhaps most disturbing of all was the vacant expression in her wide, staring eyes.

She was not altogether there anymore.

Oh, it hadn’t all happened at once. A heated summer romance had turned out badly for her, that was all. In the aftermath, and from the very ex she had already begun to block out of her mind, came a penitent little gift one day: a peace offering of sorts. It was the very game that she had pined after for months now - though oddly enough her ex had always thought it was far too stupid and immature for a grown-up…

Well, perhaps they’d changed their mind.

It hadn’t taken long for her to get hopelessly addicted to it. The game was just so cute, and so much damn fun! Hour after hour had flown past. As a student she had had the summer off anyway, and with current circumstances as they were, well… It wasn’t like she’d had anything better to do, like make sourdough bread or cut her hair.

So absorbed in her game she’d become that she never even noticed the whispering little voice that persisted through every moment of her game. It had been there from the start, and in the rare moments she noticed it, she simply wrote it off as part of the ambience. Just an in-game voice, soft and soothing and sibilant…

She didn’t think twice when she had the brilliant idea of turning the corner into a little gaming area. Pillows were cute and soft. Oh, and so were those stuffies she’d seen on Etsy! Ooh, and she might as well kick back and relax in whatever clothes she happened to wear - or not wear. Why not get comfortable and let it all go?

When the first package of oversized diapers arrived in the mail, she hadn’t really understood why. Had she actually ordered them? She supposed she must have. They seemed like a silly idea - but then again, they were so cute, just like her game. Hey, wouldn’t it be such a laugh if she tried one on just for fun?

And so things had progressed - until today. Today being the day when she finally got that final in-game achievement, the last star to complete her island. It was everything she’d ever wanted, the culmination of weeks of labor… But curiously, as soon as the screen had lit up with the congratulatory confetti and trophy, she’d heard a whispered phrase, and slipped limply backward onto her pillows, feeling as if a little switch had been switched off within her brain…

***

So here she was now, a babbling wreck, gurgling and cooing in what was already a visibly used diaper. Whether she would ever be able to revert back to her former self would be hard to say. Perhaps her ex might have been able to offer a clue - if they could be found…

Video games would rot the brain, so her mom had used to tell her all those years ago. But what ever would she have said if she could see her dear, helpless, brainwashed daughter now?

Image Credit: ABDreams.com

Please don’t remove my caption or accreditation! If you do, may your mailbox begin to leak.

[tylerabdl]

Gurgle, gurgle… Blag-rgh-rgh-rrr… Mumm-mumm…

The young woman babbled mindlessly on, here in her neatly cordoned-off gaming corner. Surrounded by her pastel blankets and pillows and stuffies, she looked every bit the part of a toddler trapped in the body of a twenty-year-old. Her form-fitting little top, flat chest, knee socks, and rustling diaper weren’t exactly doing anything to dispel the illusion, either. But what was perhaps most disturbing of all was the vacant expression in her wide, staring eyes.

She was not altogether there anymore.

Oh, it hadn’t all happened at once. A heated summer romance had turned out badly for her, that was all. In the aftermath, and from the very ex she had already begun to block out of her mind, came a penitent little gift one day: a peace offering of sorts. It was the very game that she had pined after for months now - though oddly enough her ex had always thought it was far too stupid and immature for a grown-up…

Well, perhaps they’d changed their mind.

It hadn’t taken long for her to get hopelessly addicted to it. The game was just so cute, and so much damn fun! Hour after hour had flown past. As a student she had had the summer off anyway, and with current circumstances as they were, well… It wasn’t like she’d had anything better to do, like make sourdough bread or cut her hair.

So absorbed in her game she’d become that she never even noticed the whispering little voice that persisted through every moment of her game. It had been there from the start, and in the rare moments she noticed it, she simply wrote it off as part of the ambience. Just an in-game voice, soft and soothing and sibilant…

She didn’t think twice when she had the brilliant idea of turning the corner into a little gaming area. Pillows were cute and soft. Oh, and so were those stuffies she’d seen on Etsy! Ooh, and she might as well kick back and relax in whatever clothes she happened to wear - or not wear. Why not get comfortable and let it all go?

When the first package of oversized diapers arrived in the mail, she hadn’t really understood why. Had she actually ordered them? She supposed she must have. They seemed like a silly idea - but then again, they were so cute, just like her game. Hey, wouldn’t it be such a laugh if she tried one on just for fun?

And so things had progressed - until today. Today being the day when she finally got that final in-game achievement, the last star to complete her island. It was everything she’d ever wanted, the culmination of weeks of labor… But curiously, as soon as the screen had lit up with the congratulatory confetti and trophy, she’d heard a whispered phrase, and slipped limply backward onto her pillows, feeling as if a little switch had been switched off within her brain…

***

So here she was now, a babbling wreck, gurgling and cooing in what was already a visibly used diaper. Whether she would ever be able to revert back to her former self would be hard to say. Perhaps her ex might have been able to offer a clue - if they could be found…

Video games would rot the brain, so her mom had used to tell her all those years ago. But what ever would she have said if she could see her dear, helpless, brainwashed daughter now?

Image Credit: ABDreams.com

Please don’t remove my caption or accreditation! If you do, may your mailbox begin to leak.

[tylerabdl]

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Read Part One Here!

Oh, but that isn't the end. Not by a long shot.

Your mind is still spinning lazily within the dreamy, pastel world of orgasm into which your partner has lovingly thrust you. Only slowly do you become aware of your surroundings: not merely of the seductively musical rustle of the disposable diaper between your splayed legs, and your partner's low, delighted chuckling… but of the many other sensations that accompany your unorthodox love-making.

There's the shaky intake of your breath. The slick wetness of your own thumb, still firmly tucked between your drool-sticky lips. The weight of your partner's delightfully smooth ass, resting ever so naturally atop your outspread thighs. And yes: now the quiet, repetitive creak of the bedframe as her weight shifts above you, over and over and over…

"Oh, darling. Such a good baby for me. Such a good, good baby… making that sweet, cummy little mess in your pampers for me…"

You blink, staring eyes glancing down past your comforting thumb and clenched fist. Your gaze connects with your partner: her delicious waist, her own unabashedly wide-spread thighs, and the sleek black panties that conceal the intimate secret of her womanhood. She's easing her weight forward, lowering herself down, smiling mysteriously… and slipping inexorably, irresistibly down onto the thick, still-bulging front of your diaper.

"That's perfect," she murmurs, and in her voice you hear the catch of longing stronger than ever. "That's exactly what you should do for me from now on, honey. No more cumming like a big boy. Not anymore…" She draws breath, her beautiful breasts swelling beneath her low-cut nightgown. "You only get to do that in your diaper from now on, sweetie. It's what you want, after all! And remember…" She flashes a pleasure-drunk smile full into your upturned eyes. "It's what I want, too."

You're still floating in little space, half awake and half regressed. But the words she says strike a chord somewhere deep within you, and your eyelids slip closed once more in quiet acquiescence, your suckling redoubling. Yes, Princess. Yes. You want me this way. I obey. I good boy. Good baby. Such good baby…

"Lay still for me now, darling," she orders – rather unnecessarily, for in your limp state you're no more likely to squirm free than you are to sprout wings and fly. "You've had your fun. You've made a nice, sticky mess in your diaper… just like I wanted you to. And now…" The pressure atop your padded groin is increasing now, the rhythm of her grinding slowly accelerating. "Now it's time for your Princess to have her own fun. Fun playing with her adorable little toy…"

Toy? Yes, toy. Me boy toy. Baby boy toy. Sticky, messy boy toy. Your mind has given up all semblance of coherence now, the words spinning dreamily in no apparent need to connect with anything. Now and again a phrase or handful of sounds seems to coalesce from the chaos, but just as you seem on the verge of generating your own full-blown sentence, another ecstatic murmur from your partner fills your ears and overwhelms your wandering mind.

"God, you're so cute like this," she articulates, and her breathing is growing ever more labored. "You like that? You like it when you feel your Princess rubbing your willie in your diaper?" She laughs, and in the sound you hear nothing but unadulterated desire. "I bet you do! Aww, it must be such a strange feeling, sweetie. Being so very close to the Princess you love so much… and yet, you know… being trapped in that adorable diaper!"

The bed is rocking gently beneath you, a lullaby fueled by your partner's passionate arousal. Just as pleasure sent you sinking down into helpless little space, she's now caught in an updraft of passion – rocketing up into top space, with every moment becoming more possessive… dominant… condescending. "You're all locked away now, baby!" she taunts, and you shiver and nod beneath her in blind agreement. "I've got you all wrapped up: nice and tight and snug, like the sweetest, stickiest little present. And you're not getting out. No way. Not when I'm in charge…"

Yes, yes- Princess- in charge-

"You please me- So much…" she manages, and now her voice is edged with the fierce authority of unadulterated lust. "You're my dumb- adorable- baby. You're gonna lie here, and you're gonna let Princess ride you. Ohhh-" Her hips are slipping back and forth, back and forth with increasing vigor, and the ssshick-ssshick of her grinding against your infantile padding accompanies every word. "And you- you can't do anything to stop me, baby! No, you can't. You're- you're gonna lie there- nice and sweet and quiet- uuunnnhhhhh-! Sucking on your thumb… Like the most adorable- helpless- dumb little baby-!"

She's close now – and the tiny corner of your mind that is still a full-grown man is tingling with the conviction that she needs you. You long to help her, to do anything and everything to bring her to the pinnacle of pleasure. You don't even have the words for it, but that doesn't matter. You feel her primal urgency, her need, her lust for you. And yet… you are her baby now. Which means that the only thing you can do to help your Princess is lie still. Suckle. Lie here with all the innocent and mindless naivete of an infant, letting her ride you and use you and shamelessly pleasure herself upon the bulge of your pampers and the wilting, sticky cock trapped within…

She's your Princess, after all.

Image Credit: @abdreams

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"Oh, sweetie… you really are just a hopeless little baby, aren't you?"

Your mind is floating in a dreamy space, babbling with all the sycophantic intensity of the mindless submissive you know you are. Yes- yes, Princess- Yes I am! Just a silly, hopeless little baby for you-

The smile in your partner's low, breathy voice intensifies – as does the pressure of her seductive kneading at the straining front of your fresh diaper. "Such a sweet, helpless little man… actually begging me to make him into my little baby." She chuckles softly, and your lips tighten around your thumb, suckling with ever-greater intensity as her words twine their seductive way into your hormone-soaked brain. Yes, yes I'm begging you. I want that- I want you to make me into a baby-

"Remember when you first told me your naughty little secret?" She pauses for only a split second – long enough to arrest your veering attention, yet short enough to remind you, without even saying as much, that she no longer expects her thumbsucking little man-baby to even attempt an answer. "Oh, you were so embarrassed! And so worried that you wouldn't be able to perform… That you'd become so used to having naughty fun in your diapers that not even a naked woman would be able to get you excited. Or at least, excited enough to cum inside her like a real man should…"

Why- why is she saying this? You're shivering, suddenly anxious at the idea that maybe you need to be your big adult self for her. You do need to be her man, after all. You've always needed to be – to balance your little side with your adult commitments and your grown-up sex life…

And then her next words put your anxieties to rest once more.

"Such silly worries were in that sweet head of yours!" Her kneading of your crinkling crotch slips now into a steady, rhythmic stroking that draws a plaintive little moan from your suckling lips. "Oh, sweetie… you definitely didn't need to worry about that. You know how to please me in bed better than anyone else, after all."

I- I please you? Yes, I mean, I try- I really try-

She bends forward, her string of pearls swaying provocatively over her tantalizing cleavage. "But sweetie, I've got a little confession to make. I've been thinking lately… and as much as you turn me on when you're a great big strong man for me, well…"

Your partner trails off, and your eyes blink open, peering up at her over the clenched hand lodged in your mouth. "See, it's these adorable diapers of yours, honey! They're just so thick and pretty and cute… and just so right for a wee little man-baby like you." She giggles, and another moan, louder than before, escapes you as you feel her hands caressing your amply padded crotch with renewed intensity, her fingers forcing the padding tighter against your straining cock. Your eyes squeeze closed once more, your submissive brain babbling once more in agreement. Yes, yes- Yes, Princess! So right, so perfect for me-

"And so… I've made up my mind." Her tone is so sweet, so deliberate, so gently condescending that you almost lose control just from her words alone. "Sweetie, I never thought I'd say this. But I really think I've come to prefer you in diapers. You belong in them, after all. You love them, you dream about them, you look so incredibly cute in them…" She giggles gently, and now your hips are thrusting with soft crinkles of desperation toward her magical hands. "And pretty soon, if we do things just right… well, you just might come to need them."

Your brain is melting, afire with longing and desire and the fierce blaze of your love for this woman. She's dominating you… teasing you… Lovingly regressing you with all the gentle force of a mother coaxing her restive toddler into obedience. She does know best, you realize. She does get to decide. And if she decides that it's best for you to- to-

"I want you to need them, darling," she breathes, and you shudder and let out a gurgling moan of humiliated pleasure behind your thumb. "I want to diaper train my little man-baby. I want to make you so utterly, adorably dependent on your diapers that…" A shaky sigh escapes her heaving chest and parted lips, and the beautiful sound alerts your hormone-soaked brain that she too is becoming achingly horny. "…That in the end, you won't be able to cum any other way!"

As the orgasm explodes within you and your limbs convulse and writhe beneath her in ecstasy, you are deaf to all. All, that is, but the two sounds that for you now embody the very essence of love and sexuality…

The soft crinkle of your now cum-spattered diaper. And the low, musical laughter of the woman you love more than anyone else in the entire world.

Image Credit: @abdreams

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[tylerabdl]

Walking in [warning, bad pun]

You push open the door, the familiar creak barely registering over the surprise of seeing your roommate caught in such an unexpected state. There she is, only in a soft pink diaper, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade as her eyes widen in shock. You were supposed to be away for two more days, and her embarrassment fills the room like thick perfume.

"Oh! I, uh... I thought you were coming back on Thursday," she stammers, her hands awkwardly trying to cover up, though there isn’t much to hide that the pink diaper hasn’t already revealed.

You can't help but feel a stir of excitement at the sight, her vulnerability so openly displayed, but you keep your tone playful to keep the mood light. "Looks like I've caught my naughty roommate red-handed. Or should I say, pink-diapered?" you tease, stepping closer, your smile broadening.

Her face heats up even more, if possible, and she bites her lip, a mix of mortified and something else—perhaps a dash of excitement? "It's not what it looks like," she tries to defend, her voice a whisper of defiance.

You chuckle, walking over to sit beside her on the sofa, your expression softening. "It looks exactly like someone loves her comfy diaper time a bit too much to check her phone," you say, nudging her playfully with your shoulder.

She sighs, a playful pout forming as she finally meets your gaze. "Maybe I do," she admits, her voice small. "Well, since I'm back early, how about we make the most of these next two days?" you suggest, your tone teasing yet gentle. "You seem to love being so coddled and cozy in your diaper—how about you be my baby for the next two days? I think it suits you."

Her eyes sparkle with a mix of excitement and nervousness, but she nods, a shy smile creeping across her face.

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Pony

There is no mistaking her intent as she straddles you; no ambiguity in her eyes.

She loves this.

Your bulging, soggy, overworked diaper squishes to accommodate her body. You tremble as you feel her, remembering exactly how it felt when there wasn’t a diaper between you and her.

Exactly what she wants.

“Uh oh, mister!” she says in that grating, horrifically condescending tone, “Feels like someone has soggy woggy diapee! Does my little man need changies?”

You don’t answer—you're too busy fighting your own body. Determined not to give her the satisfaction of getting hard. You won’t let her win this infantile game.

“What’s the matter, little one? Is it as hard to use words as keeping your diaper dry? You poor, poor baby.”

Her body suddenly starts bouncing. “Oh, oh, oh! I know why! Silly me, you need your paci!” she yells before a paci is unceremoniously shoved into your mouth.

You shudder with every bounce. She may act innocent—but you know why she’s bouncing so excitedly.

Yet it’s tortuous all the same. The pleasure, the humiliation. The near bliss, the implied message: you’ll never be in this position without a diaper between the two of you ever again.

Each bounce causes a wave of pleasure to erupt in you.

It feels so good. So very good.

Were it not for the sickening squelch of your diaper accompanying each bounce, you might have given in.

But you couldn’t give in. You wouldn’t let her win. Not after she took your continence and forced you back into diapers.

She may have taken your control—and your dignity—but you wouldn’t let her have this too.

You were so lost in your head, fighting your body, that you didn’t realize the bouncing had stopped. It wasn’t until you heard the ripping of your diaper tabs that you were brought back into the present.

“Let’s see what’s in your diapee, silly,” she says as she peels open your diaper.

She giggles before regaining her composure. “Looks like your little guy is as soft and mushy as your diapee!”

You grin, knowing you took away her satisfaction. You knew she must be disappointed.

Yet, her smile never wavered.

“Looks like I was right about you, mister!” she squeals triumphantly, “You really are better off like this! You are a ginuwine baby! If having a sexy, beautiful woman bouncing on you doesn’t do anything for you, then you’re right where you belong!”

Your eyes grow wide in terror. That wasn’t supposed to happen.

“I’m so proud of you!” she says, playfully rubbing your tummy, “Now I know you won’t have any problems transitioning to your new life. You won’t miss those icky stickies—you’re just a baby, aren’t you!”

Her hand forces your mouth shut the moment you try to argue.

“Hush baby. This is a good thing! If you were a real man, you wouldn’t have stayed mushy! But you did! Because deep down, you want this. Mommy knows, little one.”

All you can do is whimper as baby powder is sprinkled onto you before a new, dry diaper is taped into place.

She admires her handy work before playfully patting your diaper. “Awww, don’t pout, kiddo! You’ll be so much happier without those silly orgasms! Free to fully be the baby I turned you into. Besides, you’ll probably forget how they felt after a while!”

You very much doubt it.

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Part time Diaper Discipline

As regular readers will know we’re big advocates for 24/7 Diaper Discipline but this isn’t always possible for your situation so this short guide are some options to explore.

Firstly these are still about diaper discipline not random diaper punishments so there has to be a level of consistency and regularity to it. 24/7 is most effective by being constant but the suggestions below can be ways to get started more easily.

Most of these can be combined and you should try layering them up until you can make the leap to 24/7.

Diaper Discipline Weekends

From after work on Friday until Monday morning they’ll be in diaper discipline. This should be without exceptions for any weekend activities so they’ll quickly get used to being diapered and using in public.

This should happen every weekend so another neat trick is to reduce them to 5 pairs of underwear to be used in the week which are then put aside to be washed over the weekend.

If you not combining this with other diapering in the week you should make this more intense to ensure it isn’t all fun for them. Incorporating a baby day, forced messing and/or bondage can be a good way to achieve this.

Diaper Discipline Evenings

Every evening after work they’re promptly diapered which will be their toilet until the next morning. Use exposed diapers or abdl clothing at home to add to humiliation elements of this.

One night a week make them sleep restrained in a spare bedroom after taking laxatives for a punishment element.

Diaper Discipline Vacations

Keep them in diapers for the whole of your next vacation. From leaving your house to returning they should be diapered.

For the best results inform your hotel/resort they’re incontinent so a medical trash can is included in your room which they’ll find highly embarrassing.

As your away from people you know experiment with being more open about their diapers, keeping them in thick medical ones at all times, leaving them visible in the room, dressing them in less discreet clothing and openly asking them how their diaper is or if they’ll need a change soon.

Swim diapers are also recommended and you can insist on this by saying the hotel would be concerned if they weren’t wearing one.

Baby Staycation

Take a few days off work and potentially combine with a weekend to give them a stay at home vacation as a baby. This should be 3-5 days where they spend the whole time at a baby age of your choice.

This will be hard work for you but can be fun and can be a great stress reliever for your partner too. At a minimum this means 24/7 diapers with no toilet usage, you taking care of all their checks and changes, and baby clothes / exposed diapers at all times.

The rest should depend on the age you pick:

Newborn:

Immobile (locking mittens, booties and other restraints)

All food puréed and drinks fed to them in bottles

No talking / pacifier at all times

Oral laxatives each day to simulate regular loose bowel movements

18 hours sleep each day, wake them up twice in the night for new bottles

Age 1:

Locking mittens and booties to force crawling

Food fed to them and drinks in bottles

Baby talk only, pacifier at most times

Mix of suppositories and oral laxatives used to give them lose and firm messes

Baby tv allowed

15 hours sleep each day

Age 2:

Locking mittens at night

Food eaten using their hands, drinks in sippy cups

Limited single word talking allowed, pacifier used regularly

Suppositories used randomly

Baby tv allowed

13 hours sleep each day

You could even start at newborn and progress them up a year every day or every other day.

Random Diaper Discipline days

Each week pick a 3 day period where they’ll be in diaper discipline. The timer starts for 72 hours when you say and diapers become their toilet, best used when diaper wearing is possible at work.

Week on, week off

Simple, follow 24/7 dd rules every other week.

50:50 DD

Your partner must be in diaper discipline 50% of the days in a month. They earn a day off with every day in DD and can spend these when they like up to half of the days in a month.

This % can be slowly increased so it’s 70:30 and 7 days of DD are required to unlock 3 days off.

Combine with other rules to reward higher DD elements, maybe they only earn a day if they mess that day, or they get a bonus day for a day trip out wearing & using thick diapers. Get creative!

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What I Want

I want to be treated like a little boy.

I want you to help me pick out what to wear, and put on my clothes.

I want you to ask me if I have to potty, because little boys don’t always remember to stop when they’re playing.

I want you to ask me which superhero is on my underwear today, and wonder out loud whether they’ll have to fight the Evil Pee Monster.

I want you to check and make sure that my pants aren’t wet every so often.

I want you to gasp loudly and say, “uh-oh!” when you find I couldn’t stay dry.

I want you to take me by the hand to go change into something dryer, and more appropriate.

I want you to gently but firmly make me put on my pull-ups that you brought with against my protests.

I want you to reassure me that it’s ok to have accidents sometimes, that’s just what little boys do.

I want you to give me my paci to calm me down when I fuss about my new, thicker underwear.

I want you to help me take my pants off so you can check my pull-ups when we get home.

I want you to ask me when my pull-ups got wet ,and how, and why didn’t I say anything to you.

I want you to take me over your lap when I admit I didn’t even try to make it to the potty.

I want you to pull down my wet pull-ups and spank me while commenting on how disappointed you are that I don’t seem to care about not going pee pee in my pants.

I want you to hold me close, and gently rub my red bottom and tell me it’s ok while I cry softly into your chest.

I want you to stand up and tell me that it’s bedtime, and therefore diaper time.

I want you to drag me away while I protest that I don’t need diapers, and it’s still daylight outside.

I want you to ask me if I’ve already forgotten my sore bottom, since backtalk results in spankings.

I want you to lay me down on the diapers you laid out and powder and lotion my bottom.

I want you to tell me that I must be a very little boy indeed to still need diapers at my age.

I want you to ask me if I secretly wanted to be back in diapers when you see how turned on I’ve become.

I want you to tease me about my diapers getting wet during the night while you tape me securely into them.

I want you to give me my paci and cuddle me, and call me little one, and pat and rub my bottom while telling me that you don’t mind that I’m just a little boy, even when I’m naughty.

I want you to tell me that if I’m a good boy tonight and wet my diapers, maybe you’ll give me an extra special change only for really good boys in the morning.

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“Hi sweetie,” she waved from the library steps, “I’m so glad you could make it to our little study date.”

“W-well,” I blushed, flustered at her flirtatious wording, “I wouldn’t miss it.”

It was true; I would never ever miss this. I’m still surprised that the prettiest girl in my biology class asked me to study with her.

Firstly, I was surprised because we hadn’t really talked outside of a few passing words, and I knew she was out of my league, so I mostly tried to mind my own business.

Secondly, I was surprised because I knew she didn’t need my help studying. While I was no academic slouch, she would usually score insanely high on the quizzes and tests. There were only a handful of times I scored higher than her throughout the semester. I guess she took the upcoming final seriously.

“So you ready to lock in and hit the books?” She offered a gentle smile that made me blush at its tenderness.

“Mhmmm,” is all I could squeak out.

“I know we’re just going to ace this final together, sweetie!”

Her energy was infectious, and I couldn’t help but grin —even through the sweetly condescending pet names that I —honestly— didn’t mind at all.

We didn’t need to walk far to find a secluded spot in the library; despite it being finals season, our ‘date’ was happening late enough into the night that the library was more or less abandoned.

As she sat down at a table of her choosing, I grunted as I heaved my heavy backpack off of my shoulders.

“That must be one heavy bag,” she raised her eyebrow in a gently inquisitive manner, “What’s in it? Must be full of textbooks… or maybe something else…?”

She offered the last question as if trying to imply something. I blushed, knowing full well what was actually in my backpack, but I chose to ignore the implication. There was no way she knew; no need to be nervous.

“Yep,” I chuckled nervously, “So many textbooks.”

“Uh-huh… right,” the corners of her lips tucked into a barely perceptible frown, “Well, let’s get started with studying then.”

I did have textbooks in my bag, but they weren’t the only items in my bag. I also had a couple spare diaper changes.

I liked to wear diapers for as long as I remembered. There was something about them that just drove me crazy: the security, the vulnerability, the… cuteness. It all just made me feel deliciously small and little.

When I moved away to college and eventually got my own room, I decided to start wearing diapers full time. After all, why not — they made me happy, and I was living alone now anyway.

That’s all well and good, but you’re probably wondering why I would risk compromising hanging out with the hottest girl in my biology class by wearing on this date? Well… while I wouldn’t say I’m not potty trained anymore, I definitely am not totally 100% as potty trained as I used to be before I started wearing diapers 24/7.

So I chose to go the better safe than sorry route and continue wearing diapers for this study session.

I was ripped from my nervous inner dialogue by a seemingly innocuous question about the cell cycle.

I’d be lying if I said I was really focused on studying after that. My thoughts were consumed by the gorgeous girl in front of me; she was flirtatious yet condescending, and I didn’t quite know what to make of it. Not that I wasn’t enjoying her company.

I was once again distracted from my thoughts when I heard her pencil gently drop to the table.

I looked up from my own notes to meet her eyes. She was sniffing the air curiously, as if trying to place a certain smell that had no business among the well curated library.

I blushed. I hadn’t had an accident… had I?? I squished my thighs together and felt clearly soggy padding between them. I guess I hadn’t noticed while being distracted by studying and flirting.

I just needed to calm down. If I just focused and acted like nothing was wrong, she wouldn’t—

“Do you need a change, sweetie?”

My whole world shattered with that simple question, asked as if it was as innocent as asking to borrow a pen.

“Uhh-uhh,” I stammered, “I d-don’t know what you’re—“

“Sweetie,” she giggled, “I know you’re in diapers. The bulk is obvious if you know what to look for. I also know that your bag isn’t bulging at the seams from just textbooks; I imagine you have a few spare diapers in there. I also know that it smells just a little bit like pee, and the culprit is sitting right across from me. Isn’t that right mister?”

Tears started to well in my eyes. I didn’t expect this, and I honestly wasn’t prepared for it. Why would she want to hang out with me if she knew?

“I uhmm— why??”

“Hey, hey… save those alligator tears, okay?”

She gave me the same tender smile she’d worn all night that somehow seemed to portray generous understanding and vigorous curiosity simultaneously.

“I knew you were in diapers before I asked you out on this date,” she reached across the table to wipe a tear from my cheek, “I really don’t mind —in fact, it’s the whole reason I asked you out.”

“R-really?” I asked between tears.

“Yep,” she assured, “I think littles like yourself are just so cute, and I’ve been dying to find a little of my own to care for.”

“O-oh,” I blinked, astonished at the scenario unfolding before me.

“Plus, I think you’re pretty cute…” she blushed.

“T-thanks.”

“So how about I change your diaper, and we get back to studying. Then, if you like, we can get coffee —or hot chocolate for you I guess— sometime after this? What do you say?”

“O-okay.”

Because the library was so deserted, she asserted that it would be fine to change my diaper right on the table. She gently unzipped my shorts and pulled them around one ankle.

“Ahhhww sweetie,” her eyes softened, “these turtle diapers are just adorable! Do you like turtles?”

“Y-yes mommy…”

The title felt strange on my tongue; not unpleasant, and she seemed to beam down at me for using it.

“Can you hold your shirt up for mommy?”

I nodded before holding it with my mouth.

“You’re so cute,” Mommy giggled, “I just know we’re going to have a great time together!”

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As Always, all characters depicted are 18+

Credit to @ah-bagels for the image

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Zach’s New Life, Chapter 5: The Park

Read Chapter 4 here

“Now go play, sweetie!” Mommy Claire patted my poofy bottom to prod me onto the playground.

It was a nice spring day out, and the park was mostly empty besides Mommy, Momma, and I. Mommy and Momma busied themselves with passionate conversation on the park bench. An adult conversation. A conversation I decidedly wasn’t a part of, despite my physical proximity. I stood awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what to do or what role to slip into; the two gorgeous women only occasionally eyed me to make sure I ‘wasn’t getting into too much trouble’. It seemed that I was expected to dissolve into the general scenery of the playground, as if I was an actual little boy that would normally be found swinging from the monkey bars or dashing down the slide.

My stomach churned with pressure. An unpleasant reminder of the tension in my tummy. I was still getting used to peeing my diapers, I didn’t want to think about doing that in them. I eyed the two adults talking with each other on the bench. The same bench that Mama Lucy had spanked me on mere minutes ago. I frowned. Claire and Lucy didn’t seem likely to let me use the big boy potty after that fiasco.

Failing to find a solution to my little stomach problem, I decided to meander away from the park bench toward the playground. Maybe it would provide a good distraction. Plus, it’s what Mommy and Momma would expect, and I wasn’t at all averse to earning some brownie points after my recent punishment.

I first wandered to the swing set, remembering enjoying them in my actual childhood. I squeezed into the elastic seat, feeling the swing push against my things and squish the padding between my legs. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but I did find myself enjoying swinging through the air more than I expected.

That became boring after a few minutes, so I made my way over to the slide. I went down it once. It was okay. I went down it a second time, and that was actually pretty fun. Then, before I was even conscious of it, I heard my giggles echo through the traffic-cone-orange plastic tube of the slide as I went down the fifth… or maybe the sixth time? I don’t know, it wasn’t important how many times I went down the slide. It was just fun, okay!

As I was about to throw myself down the slide again, I staggered from sudden stomach pain. I clutched my tummy and looked up to see both Momma and Mommy’s eyes had found their way to me. Mommy’s lips were flat as she watched with empathetic concern, but Momma had the slightest hint of a sadistic grin. Typical. After a few seconds of clutching my tummy, the pressure receded. I sighed out my relief, and the adults went back to their conversation.

I blinked. When did I start thinking of Claire and Lucy as “the adults”? I frowned, choosing to refocus my attention on the monkey bars instead of the not-at-all-worrying realization.

The monkey bars were fun too, but not nearly as fun as the slide. Regardless, I paid little attention to the fun I was having on the monkey bars, even subconsciously evoking monkey noises as I swung from bar to bar. I only consciously noticed my own childish antics when I heard Momma Lucy’s giggle and saw Mommy Claire taking pictures with her phone.

As soon as I noticed the evidence of my own childishness, I promptly dropped from the bars and felt a heated blush flush my cheeks.

I stomped over to Claire and Lucy with a scowl. I didn’t want to get punished again, but I wanted –no, I needed– to know what they were going to do with those embarrassing pictures.

“Why were you taking pictures of me!” I blurted as I approached the bench. If I’m being completely honest with myself, it was more of an outcry than a question really.

“Oh buddy,” Momma Lucy’s freckled dimples perked up as she grinned, “It’s for your baby book!”

“Baby book!?”

“You’ve been living with us for a week now, Zach. It’s only natural that we wanted some picture of our baby boy’s first week.”

“Plus, you’re just so adorable in them!” Mommy Claire added with such an enthusiastic smile that I almost felt bad for raising my voice.

“W-what are you going to do with it?”

“Oh, don’t worry sweetie,” Mommy’s gentle gaze met mine, “we would never do anything to hurt you! We’re your friends –much, much more than your friends now– so you have to trust us, okay?”

Her earnest demeanor and gentle voice completely disarmed me: “O-okay… Mommy.”

“Good boy,” Lucy continued to wear her signature smirk. Even that smirk felt comforting in a way in this context.

“While you’re here,” Mommy Claire pulled me closer to her by my shortalls, “Let’s check your diaper, Hon.”

“So, are you having fun kiddo?” Momma Lucy asked as Mommy’s hands investigated the backside waistband of my diaper.

“Mhmm,” I nodded, thankful for the distraction from the public diaper check, “The slide has been my favorite so far.”

“A little wet, but no need to change yet,” Mommy announced in a sing-song voice, “You can go back to playing now, sweetie.”

I blinked. The playground was fun, but I had already played on most the stuff in it. I also wasn't in a huge hurry to leave Mommy and Momma either. I smirked. If I had lived with Mommy and Momma for more than a week, they may have recognized that this particular smirk of mine meant I had a particularly devious idea brewing. Maybe I could get these lovely, gorgeous, boring adults to play and have some fun too.

I looked between Mommy Claire and Momma Lucy, unsure of what my play would be. I quickly decided that Momma Lucy with her aloof nature would make a better conspirator to my plans than Mommy Claire.

That’s why my hand reached out to Mommy Claire instead of Momma Lucy. I tapped her on the shoulder and yelled, “TAG, YOU’RE IT!” before dashing away.

As I looked over my own shoulder, I grinned; it looked like I had chosen correctly. Lucy had bolted from the bench away from Claire, lending legitimacy to the game of Tag I had just initiated.

Mommy chuckled to herself before launching herself off the bench to pursue us.

We swung through play structures, vaulted over pieces of the playground, and dashed between swings, all giggling the entire time.

Eventually, Mommy managed to use her more slender athletic frame to catch up to Momma Lucy and tag her before promptly retreating.

I had a good run myself before Momma Lucy managed to barrel toward me and land a clean tag off.

I spent a solid five minutes chasing Mommy and Momma around, but they were surprisingly fast and strategic with how they looped me around the playground structures.

Breathing hard from our active play, I felt my stomach churn again with an audible grumble.I I dawned the same smile I had previously worn when tagging Mommy.

I immediately dropped down to the woodchips, hunched over at the knees. I squeezed my eyes shut as I grunted, allowing my internal pain to be perceived by anyone around (which was luckily just Mommy and Momma at the moment). I whimpered.

I allowed one eyelid to barely slip open, and I saw exactly what I hoped to see: Mommy and Momma were walking to me, empathy, concern, and was that… pride in their eyes?

I slammed my eyes shut once more, listening to their wooden footsteps encroach along the woodchips.

I felt the warmth of their bodies as they both crouched beside me to offer comfort and praise. Instead I launched from my knees and shouted “TAG!” as I got them both.

Mommy and Momma caught me in their arms and started giggling at my antics. I couldn’t help but giggle too.

I felt a hand –I wasn’t sure if it was Mommy’s or Momma’s– pat my bottom to check if I had actually pooped my pants or if it was just clever subterfuge. I didn’t care about the humiliating implications of their uncertainty, instead choosing to bask in the warmth of the embrace and giggles.

My heart felt more full than it had felt in years.

“I love you Mommy and Momma,” the words slipped from my mouth as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“We love you too baby,” they replied without hesitation.

“Now, let’s get home,” Momma smiled, “I think someone could use a nap after such an active day at the park.”

“Okay Momma,” I nuzzled even deeper into the hug, feeling –no, knowing– that I had made the correct decision accepting their proposition.

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As always, all characters depicted are 18+

I hope everyone enjoyed this series! While I have idea for more Zach’s New Life chapters in the future, I think these 5 chapters stand alone well enough. So, there might maybe be more of this series coming at some point!!

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Zach’s New Life

Read Chapter 3 Here

Chapter 4: The Car

Sunlight poured through my window, and I woke up gently. There had been days I had woken up within the admittedly comfortable confines of my cream white crib when I had panicked, forgetting where I was. After all, it’s been a long… how many days had it been? Probably no more than three, but it was hard to tell; my time had blended together in a nauseating blur of nap times, playtime, and diaper changes.

But now I begrudgingly admitted that I was starting to fall into my new role in Claire’s and Lucy’s house. Or Mommy’s and Momma’s house as they insisted I call them. I squeezed my thigh together feeling the damp diaper between my legs. I groaned, and my stomach rumbled with a foreboding pressure that I tried to force out of my mind. Luckily, I hadn’t had to do that yet. I did miss using the toilet, but it was a mostly worthy trade off for not paying rent. Plus I was desperate, and Claire knew that. Not that I minded; I was surprised by how much I was enjoying the affectionate pampering from my ex girlfriend.

Speaking of Claire, the door to my nursery slowly creaked open as she sauntered over to me. She was dressed comfortably, yet her beauty was still somehow magnified by the tight fitting PJ pants and tank top.

“Hi little one,” Claire smiled down at me from over the crib bars, “How did you sleep?”

“I slept good, Cla– mommy,” I quickly corrected myself. Claire wasn’t quite as strict as Lucy, but I didn’t want to take any chances.

“That’s great,” Claire gently pressed her hand against my diapered crotch feeling the squish, “Ahww baby, someone woke up wet again didn’t he? You really are such an adorable baby.”

“Mommy!” I blushed, “It’s only cuz you don’t let me use the bathroo– I mean potty!”

“Oh stop fussing,” Claire giggled, “If you were really as potty trained as you say, this diaper wouldn’t be so squishy now would it baby?”

“Whatever,” I grumbled.

“No need to be so fussy cutie,” Claire lowered the crib rails and led me to my changing table without letting go of my hand for a second, “Momma and I have such a fun day planned for you today! We’re going to take you to the park! Isn’t that exciting baby?”

“The park,” I gulped, “like in public?”

“Yep.”

My stomach grumbled with pressure, worsened by anxiety. I needed to sneak off and use the toilet sometime today.

“Ahww sweetheart,” Claire cood, “do you need Mommy’s help to make pushies?”

“Nuh-uh,” I quickly shook my head. I really really didn’t want to poop my pants.

“Hmmm okay,” Claire gently frowned, “Well just tell Mommy if you need to make a poopy, okay?”

“O-okay…”

The rest of the morning, like myself, followed the new status quo that had quickly formed. Momma Lucy made bacon and eggs, and I went from being strapped down to my changing table to being ferried to my high chair downstairs where I was similarly restrained.

“Morning cutie,” Momma Lucy gave me a quick kiss on the forehead before snapping a colorful bib around my neck that cheerfully declared me to be Mommy’s lil’ Munchkin.

Breakfast went about as well as it normally did these last few days; Mommy and Momma talked about adult stuff, making sure to exclude me from these ‘big boy’ conversations that they insisted I shouldn’t worry about. They’d occasionally pause to comment on how much of a messy eater I was –despite the fact that they took turns feeding me– and to wipe said mess off my food-stained face.

“Okay sweetie,” Mommy Claire began to unbuckle my high chair, “We’re gonna get you dressed and then we’re gonna go to the park! So exciting!”

“D-do we have to?” I pathetically squeaked out.

“Yes cutie,” Momma Lucy tussled my hair, “It’s not healthy for you to stay in the house all the time. Plus it’ll be so much fun to play on the playground and go down all the slides!”

“Now come on,” Mommy pulled me from the high chair and began leading me upstairs, “Let’s get you dressed for the day. I have just the outfit!”

Despite my objections, I found myself in a blue and white striped onesie, a childish diaper (of course), and shortals with the head of a teddy bear stitched onto a large front pocket on my chest. I hadn’t looked like anything but a toddler since I had officially moved in, but I had never gone out in public looking like this before. I was terrified. But… I still remembered the power behind Lucy’s spanking hand. Maybe no one would be out. Maybe it would be fine. After all, it was a weekday morning; kids were in school, and adults were at work.

My thoughts came to a screeching halt when Mommy's car door opened to reveal an adult sized car seat. My car seat, I noted with horror as I realized that I wasn’t just Mommy’s and Momma’s baby inside their house; I was their baby, period.

As Momma got comfortable in the driver’s seat, and Mommy strapped me in, I noticed something else amiss. Something that was much much more troubling.

My car was missing! I had parked it out front when I arrived however many days ago. Maybe it had gotten towed or stolen. I started freaking out; I needed to deal with this.

“Guys,” I got the two womens’ attention up front, “what happened to my car!? I parked it right there! You don’t think it got towed… or worse, stolen!”

“Silly boy,” Claire giggled, “Little boys don’t drive cars, other than hot wheels of course.”

“This isn’t funny Claire!” I squirmed against the trappings of the car seat.

“Hey,” Lucy interjected, “Watch your tone little one.”

“Why aren’t you guys taking this seriously,” I screamed, “I want my car!”

Claire turned around in the front-side passenger seat and wordlessly shoved a pacifier into my wailing mouth. Then I realized it.

My car wasn’t towed or stolen. I suckled as I figured out the puzzle. Mommy and Momma had done something with it. My cheeks started to heat with rage. Sure my car was a shitbox, but it was my shitbox! It was the only vestige of my old life –shitty as it was– that I had left. It was no fair!

“Wha did you do wit my cah?” I lisped around the pacifier.

“Ahhww such a clever baby,” Lucy chuckled to yourself, “Mommy was right when she said that little boys don’t drive cars, so we did you a favor and sold it. That’s your diaper fund now, buddy!”

“WHAT!?” The pacifier fell out of my agape mouth, “THAT'S NOT FAIR!!” I started to scream and kick, feeling utterly powerless in my stifling car seat. It was NO FAIR!!

Mommy picked the pacifier off the car floor and wiped it on her shirt. “Hush,” she commanded as she forced the pacifier back into my mouth, “You didn’t need that filthy car, but you do need your diapers.”

“Buh–” I tried to retort around my paci.

“I said hush. I don’t want to hear another peep out of you until we get to the park. Then we’re going to play and have a great time.”

The park. I had completely forgotten about it in my frustration about my car. Now, I really didn’t want to go, but I had a devious idea. I allowed a devilish grin to form behind my paci. If I just kept throwing tantrums, they'd have to take me home to spank me. Sure it would hurt, but it would be better than going out like this.

With a goal in mind, I set to work. I spat my paci out as far as I could and began shrieking and shaking, kicking my feet and swinging my arms as much as the restrictive car seat would allow. Most of my cries were unintelligible, but I didn’t care about that – I just wanted to go home!

“That’s it!” Momma Lucy said in a firm voice.

Perfect. She was about to turn this car around like an angry dad on a road trip and bring us home. I smirked. Looks like I wasn’t completely without agency after all.

“You’re getting a spanking when we get to the park, mister!”

I blinked. What did she just say?

The rest of the short ride to the park flew by with a quickness only achievable when dreading something. I spent the short ride in silence, contemplating my strategic fumble.

Upon arriving at the park, it seemed –luckily– that it was mostly deserted with the exception of a miscellaneous runner that seemed too focused on running to really notice us.

Momma Lucy dragged me by wrist to the nearest park bench she could find and laid me over her lap. I clenched my teeth, bracing for the barrage. She began removing my suspenders and unbuttoning the crotch snap on my onesie. To my surprise I felt her finger slip into the leg gatherer of my diaper.

“Hmm a little wet, but you don’t need a change yet,” Momma said before untapping my diaper to expose my bare bottom.

Momma began wailing on my bottom, and I tried to remain stoic but failed; the park was quickly filled with the sounds of my sobbing and wailing. Momma really could spank.

After what felt like an eternity, Momma taped up my slightly soggy diaper and redressed me. She then stood me in front of her. And stoked a strand of my hair out of my face.

“I’m sorry I had to punish you cutie.”

“We get that you’re adjusting and are having some BIG feelings,” Mommy Claire explained as if I actually had the mental faculties of a toddler, “but tantrums aren’t an acceptable way of expressing those big feelings. Okay Zachie?”

I quietly nodded. A part of me was tempted to correct her, and say that I didn’t actually throw a tantrum; it was a strategic play to get my way, not a tantrum.

“Good boy,” Momma Lucy continued the dialogue, “Now we’re here to have a good time, so all this is behind us now, okay?”

I allowed a smile to slip onto my face. Maybe it was the spanking or talking it out, but I did feel like I had some sort of closure.

“Okay!”

“Now go play, sweetie!” Mommy patted my poofy bottom to prod me onto the playground.

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As always, all characters depicted are 18+

Credit to the amazing @daddyiwantthis for the first image.

Sorry I’ve been leaving this story hanging so long! I at least want to get through the first five chapters before I decide what I want to do with it, but regardless I hope everyone enjoyed!!

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Zach’s New Life, Chapter 3: The Morning After

“Sweetie, it's time to wake up.”

Who was that? It sounded like my ex-girlfriend, Claire. Was this a dream? Why did my head hurt so bad?

“Sweetie, you need to wake up now.”

My eyes fluttered awake as I adjusted to the natural light that poured through the curtains and soaked the nursery. The nursery? I was in a giant crib in a giant nursery. Even stranger still, I was dressed the part of a baby as well. I wore a onesie, hugged a stuffed animal, and even had what felt like a suspiciously damp diaper bulging between my thighs.

I quickly scanned the room. My ex, Claire, was actually standing on the other side of the crib bars beaming down at me, “How are you feeling sweetie? You had a lot to drink last night?”

That would explain the wet diaper… among other things, including why my head hurt so bad. I found a light blue sippy cup in the crib that was half filled with water. I grabbed it and chugged the remaining contents. As I gulped down the slow trickle of water through the sippy cup’s drinking hole, my head began to hurt slightly less, and I began to remember slightly more.

Fuck, right. Lucy had totally manhandled me last night. I had very mixed feelings about that, considering both the redness of my cheeks and the firmness of my penis.

“Uhmmm,” I stammered, “I feel… better.”

“That’s good then,” Claire began to lower the bars of the crib, “you look adorable by the way.”

“Thanks… I guess”

Claire largely ignored my shaky gratitude, “you know, it’s no fair that Lucy got to play with baby Zach, and I didn’t. Especially on my birthday!” She feigned indignation with a stout “hmph!”

“Where is this going?” I cautiously questioned.

“Well, I know you just woke up, and probably haven’t thought much about our… proposition,” Claire timidly scratched the back of her head, “but you just look so cute like this! Even if you decide to turn down our offer, can’t you at least stay this adorable for breakfast?”

“Breakfast?”

“Mhmm Blueberry pancakes,” Claire nodded, “a favorite of yours if I recall correctly.”

My stomach growled in anticipation, “…Fine.”

“Great!” Claire clasped her hands together, “first I just need to get that soaking diaper changed!”

She grabbed my hand and walked me to the oversized changing table while I groggily muttered under my breath about how I was too old for this. She patted the table, “Hop up, Zach.”

I slowly climbed on top of the table and laid on my back. I heard the plastic sounds of diaper tapers being ripped off as Claire got to work.

“Pee eww,” Claire smirked, “someone was certainly a wet and stinky baby last night.”

“Please,” I rolled my eyes, “I was just super drunk.”

“Regardless,” Claire unfolded a new diaper and slid it under my cheeks, which were still tanned from Lucy’s spanking, “it’s a good thing Momma Lucy put you in a diaper last night, isn’t it baby?”

“ Yeah,” I sighed, “I guess.”

“I know what might cheer the fussy baby up,” Lucy grabbed a baby wipe and began to stroke my shaft.

“C-Claire,” I moaned in surprise as my cock immediately responded to her gentle touch.

“Shhh,” Claire said as her other hand took out a second wipe from its Pampers brand packaging, “gotta make sure you’re all clean.”

While her first hand ran a baby wipe up and down my throbbing shaft in a mesmerizing rhythm, Claire used her second hand to wrap her index finger in a baby wipe and tease my butthole.

I gasped as she lightly pressed in and out in rhythm with the handjob she was giving me. For a few fleeting seconds I was transported back to a better time in my life – a time that had Claire in it.

“Oh,” Claire giggled, “I remember how much you liked this.”

“C-Claire,” I gasped in between waves of pleasure, “P-please?”

Claire stopped, “So desperate already? You’re even more adorable than I remembered.”

She threw the wipes into the diaper pail and taped the diaper up, concealing my begging member.

“C-Claire?”

“C’mon little one,” she grabbed my hand and helped me off the table, “it’s breaky time.”

The walk to the kitchen was too short; I spent most of it admiring Claire’s finely shaped ass as she pulled me along by my hand. It reminded me of how much I missed her, her voice, her smile, her eyes. In that moment, I was happy to be with Claire, even if I wasn’t her boyfriend.

The homey kitchen was mostly the same as the day before, save for two key differences: first, Lucy was flipping pancakes on the stove, and second, there was a massive high chair now sitting at the table. Where did they even hide that thing?

“Good morning, buddy,” Lucy nodded to me.

“Morning,” I mumbled in reply.

“Let’s get you in your high chair,” Claire tussled my hair before leading me over to the huge white, plastic piece of baby furniture.

She helped me climb into it and sit down before buckling the straps around my diapered crotch. “Safety first,” she said. Then she fastened the tray tightly into place, making sure that my hands were trapped underneath.

After Claire was sure that I was safe and secure, she sauntered over to Lucy who was still flipping pancakes. Claire smacked Lucy’s plump ass before holding her around the waist and kissing her neck.

“Well good morning to you too,” Lucy chuckled, “how did the little guy sleep?”

“Like a baby,” Claire glanced back at me, “wet diaper and all.”

“No way,” Lucy laughed, “you’re kidding!”

“Nope.”

Lucy put the last of the pancakes on a plate before walking over to me and ruffling my hair, “We got a little super soaker on our hands, don’t we?”

“Yea, yea,” I blushed, “just get on with the blueberry pancakes.”

“So impatient,” Lucy smiled, “I don’t need to spank you again, do I?”

The red of my cheeks seemed to be enough of an answer for her.

“Just kidding buddy,” a devilish grin crept its way onto her face, “or am I?”

“That’s enough teasing for now,” Claire came to my aid, “let’s eat!”

“Yea about that,” I nodded to my trapped hands, “how exactly am I supposed to do that?”

“With help of course,” Claire began to cut up my pancakes for me and feed it to me.

“Here comes the choo choo,” she’d coo, and I’d roll my eyes.

“That’s a good boy!” She’d say after every few bites. For some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to roll my eyes at her silly praise; something about it made me melt and feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It was nice being appreciated every once in a while, even if that appreciation was condescending.

After all the pancakes on my plate were in my tummy, Claire leaned in and kissed me on my forehead. It was a surprising gesture that I hadn’t received since dating her. Honestly, I missed it.

Some time passed as the two finished their own meals, taking breaks to talk to each other and dote on me.

After a brief lull in conversation, Lucy said, “it’s time.”

Claire nodded, “Zach, we need an answer. Before you give us one, you have to understand what you’re getting into. You’ll be treated totally as a toddler, not allowed to feed yourself or even use the big boy potty. You’ll have to trust that Mommy Claire and Momma Lucy know what’s best for you and submit to our loving authority. You’ll be expected to act a certain way, and have rules to follow, but Momma and Mommy will love you. With that being said, what do you think?”

This was crazy. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was a good offer –or better than living alone out of my car for the foreseeable future. Plus, I’d be lying if I said a part of me hadn’t enjoyed this treatment and the sweet care that came with it. I had my answer.

Water welled up in my eyes, “Yes.”

“Really,” Lacy giggled, “Just like that? You really are adorable.”

“That’s all you have to say, “Claire raised a quizzical eyebrow, “Just yes?”

“Yes, mommy.”

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Credit goes to @daddyiwantthis for both images used.

Here’s the third chapter! I’m planning on rewriting and re-releasing at least two more chapters after this one, but after that I may take the story in a new direction or put it on hiatus depending on its reception/how I’m feeling.

As always, all characters depicted are 18+

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Zach’s New Life, Chapter 2: The Party

Claire and Lucy had given me a lot to think about and even more to drink about. I had until the end of the party to decide. I could either continue struggling as an adult with —realistically— nothing going for me at the moment, or I could choose to live as a toddler under my ex-girlfriend and her current girlfriend. And they made it clear that’s exactly how I would be treated, as a toddler.

I stared at the cocktail in my hand. My sixth of the night and potentially the last I would be allowed for a long while. Though I liked cocktails, my hard penis couldn’t lie; the idea of being pampered by two gorgeous women did have some appeal. Maybe it was just the alcohol, but I swore I saw Claire glance at my crotch with a knowing smile, as if she knew I would accept her offer before I did.

Maybe she was right. I didn’t even know if I would reject her offer yet. All I know is that life sucks, and I want to get turnt.

“Hey every- everybody,” I stumble into the living room, “W-who wants to play a drinking game? With me!”

“You’re so fucking faded, dude,” some girl I didn’t recognize laughed. A frown slipped onto my face as I noticed Claire’s concerned expression.

“Nah,” my smile returned with my alcohol-fueled confidence, “I’m good. Anyone wanna play race horse?”

“Not race horse,” Claire groaned, “I don’t need anyone throwing up on my carpet.”

“C’mon,” I slurred, “It’ll be fun! All we need is a deck of cards!”

Claire rolled her eyes, “Fine, let’s play race horse.”

The game was simple, which made it perfect for drunk people. Each person chose a card suit, and if that suit was drawn, they’d have to drink as well as move their race horse piece one tier closer to the finish line. The person’s piece that reached the finish line first would be exempt from taking a shot.

A few rounds passed, and I was definitely feeling it. So was everyone else. We stupidly decided to play another round. Claire’s suit was drawn first, but she wasn’t exactly eager to take a drink:

“Oh guys,” she put a hand over her stomach, “I think I need to tap out.”

“C’mon,” I goaded in between sways, “it’s a party! Drink with us!”

“No, I think I’m done,” Claire reaffirmed.

“Drink! Drink! Drink!” I started chanting, but no one else joined in. I was too drunk to care though: I was misery, and everyone knows misery loves company. This was definitely something I’d regret in the morning.

“No,” Claire said sternly.

“Just take the drink!”

Before Claire could refute, I felt a hard tug on my ear. Lucy had grabbed me by the ear and was dragging me out of the room like a misbehaving child

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” I whined.

“Zach,” she grabbed my wrist and began to pull me up the stairs, “I think you need to go to bed. You’re so far gone.”

“I’m—“ I belched, “I’m fine!”

I heard the gaggle of gorgeous girls giggle as Lucy guided me up the stairs. Whatever, it’s not like I knew them anyway.

“No, you’re being rude and ruining Claire’s party,” Lucy opened the door to the nursery, “is that what you want?”

“I just want to party hardy, Lucy!”

Lucy sighed, “If you want to act like a child, I have no problem treating you like a child.”

Lucy began to unbuckle my belt and slide my pants down, then she took of my shirt.

I didn’t understand how I got here, but I wasn’t going to complain; Lucy was hot, and I needed a win.

When she was done undressing me, I reached to the waistband of her yoga pants. Before I could, she swatted my hand away without a word before turning and walking across the nursery. She came back with an open diaper, a bib, and a baby bonnet.

“Wha—“ I tried to ask, but Lucy shushed me.

“I’m going to put these on you, and you’re going to be good for me, understand?”

“Sure,” if this meant u was getting laid, I would totally wear the ridiculous outfit.

After Lucy tied the bib around my neck and the baby bonnet around my head, she led me over to a rocking chair in the corner of the room.

She sat on the rocking chair, splayed the open diaper on her lap, and yanked me closer. She then forced me over her lap, which wasn’t very difficult due to my astute intoxication.

My hard member felt the soft padding that I was now laying on. To my surprise, it was much more comfortable than I would have imagined. Before I could get too comfortable, I felt a sunned sharp pain on my ass; Lucy began peppering my checks with repeated smacks.

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” I wailed. Even through my drunken stupor, I could feel the sting of Lucy’s hands.

“I’m- I’m sorry!”

“I bet you are,” Lacy continued smacking without even a second of hesitation, “Next time I’m sure you’ll be a good boy!”

After what felt like an hour, Lucy finally relented. She picked me up off her lap and pointed to the floor, “sit.”

I obeyed.

“I’m going to tell you what’s going to happen now. You’re going to crawl up on that changing table, and I’m going to put you in a diaper and then put you in the crib for bedtime. Then I’m going to go downstairs, fill up a sippy cup with water for your inevitable hangover, and I’m going to tell Claire that I put the baby to bed. Understand?”

“Yes,” I frantically nodded my head.

“Try yes momma,” Lucy corrected.

“Yes momma.”

“That’s better,” Lucy smiled, “when you’re sober in the morning, you can give us a proper answer. For now, get on the changing table.”

I scrambled onto the changing table as fast I could manage; I did not want to face Momma Lucy’s wrath again. Lucy quickly got to work removing my adult clothes.

Then she picked a whole seperate diaper from underneath the table; it had cute animals in train cars on the front and a big orange koala on the back. I’m sure she picked the more childish one to emphasize how immature I had been acting.

“Booty up,” she commanded.

I obeyed again. She slid the diaper under my butt, and got to work with powdering my nether regions and carefully rubbing in anti-rash cream to avoid my throbbing member. She finally taped up the diaper. After the diaper was snugly secured, Lucy opened the closet and produced two items: a light blue sippy cup and a white onesie featuring colorful trains and planes.

“Reach for Mr. Sunshine,” she said.

I put my arms up and she pulled the onesie over my head and around my body. She then buttoned the crotch closed around my diaper. Afterwards, she grabbed my hand and helped me off the table. She led me on the short walk over to the crib. She lowered the bars and patted the mattress. I climbed into the crib, joining my stuffed animal cell mates, before she relocked the bars into place.

“By the way Zach,” Lucy smirked as she held up the sippy cup, “if anyone asks about the sippy cup, I’m going to be 100% honest about who it’s for.”

“Night night,” Lucy disappeared.

The crib I found myself in was so comfortable, and the stuffed animals only made it that more soft. I barely remember Lucy returning to hand me the blue sippy cup, and giggling at me, probably because I could barely keep my eyes open at that point.

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What trouble will Zach get himself into in the morning I wonder?

Credit to Voloh for image 2, and credit to @wittlesissyb4by for image 3.

Here’s a link to chapter 1 of this story.

As always, all characters depicted are 18+

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Zach’s New Life, Chapter 1: The Proposition

CW: ABDL, MDLB, Threesome dynamic, light cucking

Despite being able to sleep in, my body’s internal clock woke me up at eight. I really did try to sleep in, so that I would have some sort of silver lining to loosing my job. I groaned as I lazily bounced myself off my air mattress. My hardwood apartment floor was mostly barren besides the air mattress, an old TV that I took from my parents, and two envelopes that sat at the feet of my door. One red, one white. The red one was anticipated but still disappointing, but the white one was elusively intriguing. I opened the red envelope and found exactly what I expected to find:

Mr. Zach Slider,

We regret to inform you that your monthly rent payment is now late. This marks the third consecutive month you have missed rent. As per Desperado Apartment management policy, you will be evicted. Please be ready to move out within the next ten business days.

Regards, management

I ripped the letter in two in a fit of frustration. The paper shreds floated to the floor where the white envelope sat. I glanced down towards it and was shocked out of my frustration. The first line of the return address held a familiar name: Claire Elise. The same Claire Elise that used to be my girlfriend. The same Claire Elise that discovered that she was, in fact, gay two years into our relationship. We were friendly, but didn’t exactly do a great job keeping in touch besides a few birthday texts and other miscellaneous minor exchanges. All the more reason why this correspondence was strange.

I tentatively scooped the envelope up, and carefully opened it; there were two paper notes inside. One was a thick blue card with large, machine-printed bubble letters that read, “It’s Birthday Time, and You’re invited! 🥳🎉”

The second piece of paper was a piece of stationary paper swimming with beautiful handwritten cursive, Claire’s beautiful handwritten cursive:

Dear Zach,

I hope you’re doing well, but I’ve heard through the grapevine that you’ve fallen on some hard times. With that in mind, my girlfriend and I have a very special proposition for you that I think you’ll find interesting. I’d love to see you at my birthday party, so that we can catch up and discuss! Between loosing your job and getting kicked out of your parents’ house, I’m sure cash is tight, so we’ll reimburse you for the road trip to our house. I hope to see you soon!

Love, Claire.

That note was strange for a couple of reasons: firstly, I knew her girlfriend. Her name was Lucy, and I was actually the one who introduced them in an ironic twist of fate’s knife. Second, Lucy and Claire must be doing well for themselves if they were offering to pay my way; I knew they made good money from their respective professions and investments, but still. I wasn’t sure if I should be insulted or grateful. Finally, Claire signed the letter “Love”. She hadn’t used that word in regards to me in at least a year and a half. Also, why was Claire being so vague about this proposition? A part of me wanted to ignore the letter, but I knew I couldn’t; I had already opened my phone to text Claire to let her know that I’d be there.

She responded almost immediately: “Awesome! No need to bring a gift btw”

The party was in a day, so I packed my TV and my deflated air mattress into my car, prepared to live out of my car for a few days. The road trip was only three hours, but the gas money was greatly appreciated. With some good music and some even better vibes, I found myself on Claire and Lacy’s doorstep in no time.

I took a deep breath to steady my nerves before I knocked. I knocked timidly. At first, I thought no one heard me, so I was about to knock again. Before I could, I heard Claire’s voice, “coming!”

The door swung open. Claire stood before me, wearing a gorgeous blue sparkling dress that complimented her dark brunette hair. Her crystal blue eyes regarded me with surprise at first. For a split second, I began to sweat with anxiety. Was that note somehow a mistake? Was I not supposed to be here? Before I could continue contemplating, Claire regained some semblance of composure, “Zach!” She pulled me into a hug, “I’m so glad you came! And you’re early.”

I could feel Claire’s full bodied curves, curves that I used to routinely explore in the dead of night. I cautiously returned her embrace, “yea sorry about that, but there wasn’t a time on my invitation.”

“Oh, sorry about that sweetie, I must’ve—“

“Who is it, honey?” Before she could finish, Lucy sauntered down the stairs to interrupt.

Before Claire could respond, Lucy answered her own question: “Oh it’s the little guy who couldn’t cum unless we told him how much of a good boy he was.”

I blushed. Organizing that threesome might’ve been one of the top 11 worst decisions of my life.

“I’m just kidding, Zach,” Lucy and Claire giggled together, “How are you doing, buddy?”

“Good,” I lied on instinct, “…or actually not great. I just got evicted from my place, so I’m hyped to forget about that and party the night away tonight!”

“Oh that sucks,” Lucy replied, casually flicking her fiery red locks out of her freckled face. Her emerald eyes anxiously darted to Claire and then back to me.

“Yea,” Claire agreed, “that actually reminds me of that proposition I mentioned in my note. Do you want to come sit at the kitchen table, so we can talk about it?”

“Sure,” I replied cautiously.

The kitchen was ornate in a homely kind of way; the light wood of the cabinets was polished and the marble countertops shimmered in the natural light that flowed through the windows.

“So,” Claire started, “do you have a plan now that you’ve been evicted and have lost your job?”

I looked to the table. Of course this was the first thing they wanted to talk about. Who were they, my parents?

“Not yet,” I admitted.

Lucy nodded, “then I think our proposition might interest you.”

“Totally,” Claire agreed, “the proposition involves you living with us as a sort of… roommate. And you’d get to live here rent free!”

I blinked. Why would they want me to live here rent free, “what’s the catch?”

Lucy chuckled, “what a clever boy you are.”

“Just keep an open mind,” Claire said, “and we’ll show you to your room and explain.”

I followed the pair of women up the stairs. We stopped at a room near the end of the hallway. Claire removed a key from her pocket and unlocked the door. Nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see.

The room was a nursery, except it was massive. There was a massive white, wooden crib in the corner, a huge changing table in the opposite corner, and a large circular rug in the middle of the room that was decorated with trains, dinosaurs, and the ABCs. Stacks and stacks of adult diapers with childish prints sat under the changing table.

“Wha—“

“Ah ah,” Claire shushed me, “Let us explain before you say anything.”

I silently nodded.

“Good boy,” Claire continued, “Zach we know you’re kinky, and you know we’re kinky. Think of this like that: a fun little kink for all of us to enjoy. Plus, it’s a free place to stay and everything would be taken care of for you!”

“It’s a steal of a deal,” Lucy agreed.

“But… why?” Is all I could muster.

“Well,” Claire’s eyes sunk to the floor, “Lucy and I have been exploring some different things, and we came to the decision that this is what we want.”

“We want a little to care for and call our own, but neither of us felt quite right slipping into that role,” Lucy shrugged.

“But then we thought of the cutest submissive boy we both already know…”

“...Me?” I raised my eyebrows. It was true I tended to lean more to the submissive side, but this was definitely something new to me.

“We’re your friends,” Lucy added, “we want to help you out while helping ourselves at the same time, you know?”

“You work so hard just to get by,” Claire agreed, “and you’re such a sweet guy. Maybe it would be nice to let someone else take care of you for a change?”

“Maybe,” I muttered, trying my best to keep an open mind. Part of me wanted to take offense but a separate part of me was touched by their display of care and concern, albeit strange in nature.

“So what will it be Zach,” Claire smiled up at me, “will you be our baby?”

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This is an old story originally featured on my old blog, Diapy Dragon, but I would like to continue/reboot it, so I’m posting it here.

As always, all a characters depicted are 18+

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Don’t fear, Mommy’s here!

“Sweetheart, this is what you wanted,” mommy sighed, “you said you wanted to be little more often, and I happily agreed, remember?”

“Yeah, but not in public!” I pouted.

“It’ll only be a picnic in the park. It’ll be a fun outing with Mommy, super casual.”

“B-but I’ll be in diapers.”

Mommy chuckled at that, “Baby, you’re in diapers most the time anyways these days. I don’t want you to be trapped in the house just because of some silly fear about someone seeing your diapers. What I do want is to spoil my baby boy by taking you on adventures to amusement parks, playgrounds, the zoo, you name it! There’s nothing to be afraid of sweetie, I promise.”

Mommy gave me one of her signature radiant smiles, and when I saw her lovingly looking down at me, I got the sense that everything was going to be alright. After all, she was my mommy, and she was going to take care of me.

“Mmmm okay mommy,” I crossed my arms trying to accent my point but probably looking more like a toddler than I wanted to, “but I want to wear big boy clothes!”

“Hmmm,” mommy put a thoughtful finger and thumb up to her chin as if she was some sagely philosopher, “Well, I don’t know about big boy clothes, but how about these.”

She showed me a pair of khaki shorts and a Barney t-shirt.

“I don’t wanna wear a Barney t-shirt, mommy!”

“But sweetheart, you’d look so cute in it!”

“Nuh-uh Mommy!”

“Hmmm well would you prefer your little onesie that says ‘Mommy’s little stinker’ on it? Or maybe your shortalls with the adorable little teddy bear on the front? Oh you’d look so adorable!”

“No! No! No! I wanna wear a big boy shirt, mommy!” I stomped my feet in a budding temper tantrum. Mommy’s smile faded, and I immediately regretted my brattiness.

“Careful baby,” Mommy raised an eyebrow, “if you keep throwing a tantrum, you’ll wear the onesie with a red bottom peaking out for everyone to see.”

“S-sawry mommy,” I tilted my head downward.

Mommy lifted my head to meet her gaze with her fingers under my jaw, “it’s okay little one. Thank you for apologizing like a good boy.”

“Heh you’re welcome Mommy!” I giggled. I loved when she called me a good boy…

“Now,” Mommy smiled, “Let’s get you dressed. And no more fussing. Honestly, I don’t think you have any ‘big boy’ shirts left. Remember how we threw out most of your big boy clothes? Barney might be the most big boy shirt you have left.”

“Okay mommy,” I sighed, resigned to my fate.

“Don’t worry, Sweetheart; we’re going to have a great time!”

Before I knew it, I found myself on a picnic blanket in the middle of the park with a sippy cup between my lips and a Barney shirt on my chest. Mommy dressing me and strapping me into my car seat usually felt like it took longer, but it probably went by so quickly because of how anxious I was.

Still, whenever I looked at Mommy’s gentle smile, I felt safe, and the world seemed perfect, even if the world felt like it only encompassed the park Mommy and I currently occupied.

Mommy had packed me diagonally sliced peanut butter and jelly sandwhiches as well as animal crackers! They were so tasty!

After awhile, I forgot about my anxiety in lieu of all the fun I was having! Mommy was right —as per usual— picnics were fun!

That is, until she decided to check my diaper.

Without so much as a word, I felt mommy’s hand squish against the seat of my diaper over my khaki shorts.

“Sweetheart, you’re soaked,” Mommy said, “I need to change you before you leak. Lay down for mommy.”

“B-Buh mommy,” I stammered, “people will see…”

“Well baby,” mommy gently yet firmly guided me down to the ground with a hand on my shoulder, “people would definitely see if you wet your shorts and you had to walk around in only a diaper. Is that what you want, little one?”

“N-no mommy.”

“Then be a good boy for mommy, and behave during your changie, okay?”

“O-okay mommy.”

Mommy unbuckled and pulled my shorts down to my ankles as if this were as casual to her as rummaging through her purse for something. I could feel the tomato-red blush singe my cheeks.

To my dismay, a couple waking their dog sauntered by on the walking path at the edge of the park. If they hadn’t seen me before, they definitely noticed when the loud plasticky rip of my diaper tapes came undone.

Tears started to well up in my eyes, as I saw the woman glance over at me, quickly followed by her partner.

“Hey. Hey, baby,” Mommy recaptured my attention, “shhh it’s okay. We don’t know them, and they don’t know us.”

I nodded, but the tears in my eyes didn’t go away.

“Shhhh,” Mommy soothed me again, “look at me. Look at Mommy. I’m going to take care of you. That means changing your diapers when they need changing, and that also means protecting you from the big scary world when you need it, okay? I won’t let anything or anyone hurt my baby, okay?”

As I saw her trademark smile grace her face, the tears in my eyes subsided. I didn’t have to worry. I was with Mommy!

“O-okay Mommy.”

“That’s a good boy!” Mommy beamed.

I loved her so much.

Before I knew it the diaper change was over, and my shorts were back around my waist, once again covering my babyish padding. Mommy was right, all I had to do was trust her.

“You were so good today,” mommy commented as she strapped me back into my car seat, “how about some ice cream as a treat for my good boy?”

“YAYYY ICE CREAM!” I enthusiastically agreed.

Mommy kissed my forehead, “and next week we can explore the Aquarium! Getting changed in a family bathroom should be nothing to you after this!”

I blushed but still managed to smile. To my surprise I was actually looking forward to all of Mommy’s adventures that the future held. I knew as long as she was there to take care of me, I would be okay.

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As always, all characters depicted are 18+