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ultrapsychicpaperarbiter · 10 days ago

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Your Special Baba!

Hey y'all, it's your girl! And look who's super excited for his… special milky treat! Aw, yeah, someone's a little camera shy today, aren't we, buddy? He's pretending he's not thrilled, but I know better! This is his favorite part of the morning. Well, besides babbling up a storm, making his fussy demands. What did you say this time? Oh, yeah! He was like: "Mommy, Mommy, where are you! Help! Help! She's here again! Can we please talk about this? We can work something out. I can do better! I'll be on my best behavior from now on, I promise. Can you please just get her to ...Blah, blah, blah!" Really, it's just so boring, baby boy. I swear, it was like the second the sun came up and he saw me from his crib, standing in his nursery, his eyes went all wide, like he wasn't expecting me to come back for a visit. Then, without fail, he gets all worked up. He's all: "Waah, waah, please! I can change." And I guess that's sorta true, you will be changed, right into a big O'l fresh diapie... lol, Right, Mr. Man?

But first things first, it's time for your special baba! And I get the honor of feeding it to you this morning! Yay! I know you love your… special milkies, that Mommy helps you make. Hmm, she's much nicer than I am. I see she added a vanilla base to your baba. Well, she's either being nice or just dragging out your feedings; either way, a growing boy like you needs his own protein. Come on now, you know it helps you remember how naughty and careless you used to be with them.

You see, everyone, he used to make his Mommy so unhappy, because he was always so consumed with self-gratification, if you know what I mean... So much so that his Wife (now Mommy) just didn't know what to do with him at the time. Luckily, she has some great friends with connections to services from special Nanny types like me! One who's just full of great ideas and solutions for 'big babies', just like him. It's my specialty after all. I typically work more with those in the kink community. But I owed a favor, and when I heard about this opportunity to put a guy like this in his place. I said. Sure! I'd love to help out and make the world a better place, maybe even make some new 'friends!'

And to be honest, it's not that much work on my part. Seriously, guys are so simple, y'all. It takes just a few select items, aligned with some structure and discipline, you just keep that up, and before you know it, you've got yourself a new routine! And a new outlook on life. So, his Wife Mommy and I got to work, and we turned this fella's life right around, didn't we, little guy? Oh yes, we did! Yes, we did!

You see, under my guidance, his Wife has really come into her own, I guess you could say she really found that 'Mommy spark' I've helped to cultivate in so many others. She's taken the reins and has been doing all the rest. Now, this baby boy here understands that it's a privilege to make squirties. And under my guidance, his Mommy's also perfected the 'art of the ruin,' even with his little cage on! Yep, I showed her she can still get to those milkies while denying him those big boy O's. He doesn't get to feel that kind of adult pleasure unless his Mommy allows it, no, Sir. Even so, like most who find themselves in a similar predicament, he's come to rather enjoy having his little bottom button played with. They can get so blushy when you play back there, I happen to think it's a fortunate side effect. Even his Mommy agrees! Sorry, kiddo, you're Mommy got a Nanny with lots of experience caring for big babies like you.

And OMG, you guys! Would you just look at that shelf back there? Check out all those diapers! (Cha-ching) Yep, I convinced his Mommy to have him participate in my special 'Diaper Maturity Inspections.' This highly popular program is something I recommend to all my like-minded clients. It perfectly complements the immature aesthetic, so while it's already a favorite with certain communities. And the new, unfamiliar clients are quickly brought up to speed, often convinced once I share an album or two, as they get to see images of other littles thriving in similar environments. It's also incredibly effective in helping them envision and commit to setting up a room with this style. You wouldn't believe how easy it is to tap into a woman's nesting instincts, and voila, big baby nursery!

Here's how it works. I have her, the Mommy, purchase their first case, and her naughty little one gets taped into one of the big baby-themed diapers, then they're routinely checked for 'accidents'. At first, this serves as a way to catch them making unsupervised 'releases,' which, of course, they all give in to eventually; they can't help it, all that padding and friction, y'know? Then, it's just a matter of pulling back their diapers during these 'inspection times', in this case with his Wife present. I shine down my special flashlight and, boom! The 'evidence' lights right up! You should see the look of shame and guilt on their faces, lying helpless on their backs, ankles up in the air. With the diaper between their legs pulled away, their spouses look down on them with surprised disgust, and well, the suggestion of a cage becomes a quick and easy conversation. And oh, would you look at that? I just happen to have a few cages for sale with me!

Now, even though the cage prevents all that pleasurable padded friction, I still like to ensure they stay in diapers for a bit longer. So, during my nannying services, I continue with the scheduled "inspections" charade. A key part of this is making sure the little ones stay well-hydrated. I also make sure to keep the language I use hopeful to avoid raising suspicions early on, telling them and their spouse that if they show signs of "maturing," they can ditch the diapers and return to their regular big-boy underwear. Then, right on cue, we discover they have another "maturity problem."

I always use the same method to start this phase. Once they're done using the potty (under strict supervision), they're re-diapered like normal. And upon their next inspection. "Hmm, what's this? I guess I never noticed before. There seems to be a bit of moisture in their diaper! No really, I'm serious! Come feel it for yourself. I really can't believe it!" I say, feigning surprise. It's so effective, I almost feel guilty...almost.

Now I will say, it's pretty typical how often men dribble after peeing. But, with our agreed-on zero-tolerance policy during a "Maturity Inspection," it becomes conveniently evident that it's best to keep them in diapers a while longer. There's no reason not to at this point, and after what you've just seen, it's a good thing you have plenty of diapers left from that case you just bought;)

Honestly, I'm not gonna lie, it's an easy sell, especially with those newly developing and impressionable Mommy types. You see, I have a theory that early on, many start getting comfortable and accept seeing their partner in diapers, they find them 'cute,' and they just start to view them this way. You'd be surprised how easy the brain normalizes these situations.

So next, I subtly start delaying and stretching out the process of the regularly scheduled 'inspection' times, and well, their body is so used to the routine, their urge to go peepee around this time can become quite intense for them, and bigger "accidents" start to happen. I'm sure you've experienced a similar urgency yourself when you've just arrived home from being out, and the need for relief sharply increases. Then you know, the sudden pressure can be unbearable just a few yards away from a familiar bathroom.

Okay, okay, now! I know what you're probably going to say. That I'm "influencing" the tests, maybe even "manipulating" these situations. Of course, I know it's in my best interest to ensure his Mommy keeps a well-stocked nursery. But hey, I have my own bills to pay. Sure, I may get a kickback on the cases of diapers I sell. And sure, they've technically become 'members' of my own client base. But at the end of the day, I'm just providing a service, y'know?

Well, alright, I'm just rambling now. And it's definitely baba time for this little guy. So, I'll catch y'all in the next one. Stay dry out there! And as always, make sure to squish that like button, and subscribe for more soggy vids!

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ultrapsychicpaperarbiter · 21 days ago

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Sarah’s stomach gurgled sending a forceful urge down her spine sending her into complete panic instantaneously. She looked around knowing she only had seconds before her worst nightmare would play out in real time. She was babysitting her neighbor’s six year old daughter who had been invited to her friend’s birthday party at the trampoline park that day.

Two weeks prior to this day, Sarah not only started wetting her bed all of a sudden, but also had a few accidents during the day. She was thankful the wetting accidents happened at her house and not in public, but after a week straight of waking up wet and two accidents while watching tv, her mother decided to take her to the doctor for a check up. The nerve endings in Sarah’s bladder had recessed which was causing the loss of bladder control. The doctor said it was common for girls her age and usually passes within a couple months. Unfortunately for Sarah, the only remedy in the meantime was wearing some form of protection. Sarah had never been more humiliated as she was sent to the next room for her ‘diaper fitting’ where it only got worse. Due to the severity and complete bladder incontinence, Sarah was fitting for special ABDL diapers due to capacity concerns of standard medical diapers that are usually prescribed.

The following weeks were rough for the 22 year old who felt more and more helpless with every diaper change and check administered by her mother, but she began to get use to it. As the first couple weeks passed, she was cleared to change her own diapers. This, along with the hopes that this would all pass in a few months were the only things keeping her going.

Just the thought of wearing and wetting diapers at her age was humiliating, especially as a full time babysitter, but because this was just a temporary thing, Sarah decided to keep it as secret as possible. Her reputation would be ruined. No one would EVER hire a 22 year old to babysit their kids if they knew what she was secretly wearing under her pants.

Today was Sarah’s first babysitting gig since being back in diapers. She was watching her neighbor’s daughter, Naomi who had been invited to a birthday party at the trampoline park. Sarah blushed as she realized how ridiculous she looked packing a diaper bag with a few extra changes, not for the girl she was babysitting, but for herself.

After picking up Naomi, they headed to the park where they were greeted by her friends and the handful of mothers who were there. Naomi ran off with her friends as Sarah took a seat and began chatting with the mothers. She discreetly checked her diaper and noticed that not only was it a little damp, but that she was also in the middle of peeing! She tried to hide her embarrassment but also knew that her diaper could hold a couple more wettings as she continued conversing.

“I’m have to say, I’m pleasantly surprised by the amenities in this place!”

“Oh my gosh, same! The games, the food, the bar…did you ladies see the diaper changing zone back in the corner? It almost makes me jealous of all the mothers I see taking their kiddos back there to get changed!”

“Oh yes, but I’m glad those days are behind me…is Naomi still having issues with potty training Sarah? I noticed your bag is the exact same diaper bag I used for my daughters”

Sarah blushed with a cute giggle, “well, it’s more of a just in case but honestly I use this as my everyday bag, it’s very spacious!”

The ladies laughed it off as they watched the kids jump around in the park while also making frequent visits to the bar. Sarah got a slight buzz going on after a few drinks, however, the downside was that all those drinks eventually ended up dumping into her diaper. It was time for a change, she was honestly overdue but before she could grab her bag and head to the heralded ‘diaper changing zone’ Naomi grabbed her hand and pulled her into play with her friends and a couple of the other mothers. She was actually having a blast jumping around and into the foam pits for 15 or so minutes, when out of nowhere she felt an unbearable pain in her stomach. It almost felt like when she first started having accidents where she could feel that she needed to pee, but before she could even think, her bladder would immediately empty.

Sarah’s heart stopped and her face went beat red with adrenaline as she looked around in desperation, but she was in the middle of the park. The diaper zone was too far away, the bathrooms were too far away. And in a truly humiliating act, Sarah turned around, jumped into the foam pit and felt her bowels explode into her already wet diaper.

She couldn’t have felt more humiliation than the current situation she was in. Sitting down in a foam pit, surrounded by toddlers, uncontrollably emptying her bowels into her diaper. She could feel the mush slide up the front and back until her ‘accident’ came to a close just a few seconds later. Sarah made a mad dash for her diaper bag, but it couldn’t have been worse timing.

“Excuse me ladies, I will be right back”

“Those drinks going through you already?…I’m kidding, but have a seat, we are about to sing happy birthday!”

Sarah hesitantly sat down, feeling the mush of her wrecked diaper slide up the back of her diaper. All the while PRAYING that no one would notice what was going on underneath her loosely fitting jeans. But then shortly after the cake was handed out, it happened…

“WHEWW! Smells like someone needs a diaper change, huh ladies hahaha”

“Oh yes, it doesn’t matter how long it’s been, a mother will NEVER forget the smell of a dirty diaper!”

“I love playing this game of who is wearing a dirty diaper, especially when it’s not mine!”

“That’s hilarious Ashley! Ope, I think his mother may have found him before we did though lol”

“Hi ladies, I totally forgot to grab my diaper bag when I left the house today. Is there any chance any of you have a spare diaper I could borrow?”

“I’m so sorry dear, I don’t think we have any diaper wearers in our group today…”

“Oh wait! Sarah? Didn’t you say you packed a diaper bag just in case? Do you have any extras?”

Panicked, Sarah answered, “ummm let me see…I think I might have one extra but they are a little bigger, I’m not sure if they will fit?”

“Oh I can make ANYTHING WORK, whatcha got?”

Sarah had no way out. She reached down into her bag and pulled out the exact diaper that she was wearing. The front displayed a couple of blue and green characters and the back had baby building blocks on it. But that wasn’t what grabbed the attention of the ladies

“My goodness Sarah, you weren’t lying, that thing looks like it would fit you HAHAHA!”

“I’m honestly not even sure where I got them but you are welcome to use it if you think you can make it work…”

“Sheesh, that diaper is HUGE Sarah. What size is that?”

Before Sarah could answer, another woman came up with an actual baby diaper in her hand and gave it to the woman, THANK GOD. Trying to act casual, Sarah made her way without her diaper bag to the women’s restroom to check the state of her diaper and surprisingly, it was t as bad as she thought. Squishy from the pee of course, but no signs of browning in the back where she had assumed it would’ve been prevalent. Sarah left the stall somewhat joyful that her diaper was still intact; embarrassing for any normal 22 year old but Sarah was far from at this point as she scooted to the sink in her cute outfit. A crop top, high waisted jeans, and sneakers; a perfectly normal outfit for a girl her age. Thinking she was alone in the bathroom, Sarah quickly turned her back to the mirror and pulled her pants down to get a better look…but right behind her were a couple teenage girls

“OMG is that girl wearing a diaper? HA!”

“And at a trampoline park of ALL PLACES LOL”

“Cute diaper little girl, you fit right in with all the other little babies in here HAHAHA!” They laughed as they walked out of the bathroom. Sarah was on the verge of tears, fumbling to get her pants pulled back up when a mother with three toddlers behind her walked in

“Mommy, why is that lady wearing a diaper?”

“I thought you said only babies wear diapers. Isn’t she too big to be a baby?”

“Yes she certainly is too big to be a baby…”

“Why doesn’t she wear pull-ups if she’s not a baby?”

“Hahaa…some girls just take a little longer to get out of diapers than you three big girls!….it looks like she might be a better fit for the diaper zone in the back…” the mother giggled with the three girls. Sarah pulled her pants back up and quickly made her way back to the table with the other ladies

As Sarah sat down she felt ANOTHER long squirt of pee shoot into the front of her diaper. She blushed as she instinctively moved her hands down to her crotch

“Sheesh ladies! Is anyone starting to get a whiff of that all too familiar smell LOL…?”

“Sarah? Did you poop your pants again?” One of the mothers said jokingly as Sarah’s face turned beat red, “uhhhh hahaha….”

“We’re just giving you a hard time Sarah, you’ll understand one day”

“At a certain point, mothers see anyone under the age of 30 and just categorize them as just one of the toddlers, if you know what I mean!”

The giggles from the ladies became overpowered by the giggling happening behind Sarah’s back…it was the girls that saw her in the bathroom”

“Look! You can literally see her diaper sticking out of the top of her pants HAHAHA”

“OMG what is wrong with her! Why is she wearing a diaper and why is she SAGGING her pants like that to show it off?”

“I would NOT want to be in charge of her diaper changes!”

“Ya, I bet she already pooped it too! Hey diaper girl, are you the one stinking up the place HAHAHA!”

Thankfully the other ladies weren’t paying attention to the teasing from behind. Sarah immediately shot up and started walking towards the diaper zone with her diaper bag

“Hey stinky butt, where do you think you’re going? Where is your mommy at? HAHAHA”

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t you think it’s a little rude to shit your pants and not get your diaper changed immediately?”

“How much you wanna bet she’s been sitting in her dirty diaper all day and blaming all the little kids around her for the smell HAHAHA!”

“Shut up! I have no idea what you’re you talking about…leave me alone”

“How about this? We pull your pants off so everyone in here can stop blaming their two years olds for the smell of a dirty diaper…and then we can go out and play in the pits until your mommy decides that you need a diaper change!”

“Leave me alone or I’ll call security…!”

Then, within an instant Sarah found herself pinned down, but a bunch of kids having her pants ripped off her legs, exposing her humiliating secret

“EWWW look! She IS wearing a dirty diaper!”

“THATS SO DISGUSTING! She’s so scared right now I bet she’ll poop her pants AGAIN!”

“Hey! What’s going on over here?”

“We were just trying to help this little girl find her mommy so she can get her stinky diaper changed…I mean look at it, SHE STINKS!”

Just then the ladies walked over to see the commotion, and to their dismay they witnessed Sarah in the squatting position, unloading ANOTHER WAVE of poop into her diaper

“I KNEW IT! I KNEW THAT DIAPER BAG WAS FOR SARAH! This is pathetic…and she calls herself a babysitter LOL”

“Oh come on Amanda, we ALL knew it. Naomi’s been potty trained for years…Sarah, no so much HAHAHA”

“Oh my God that diaper has some DROOP to it!”

“Mommy look, that girl from the bathroom is going stinky..EWWWW!”

“Stop! I promise it’s just temporary! I don’t actually need diapers…!”

“HA! Says the girl squatting down as she finished dumping a load into her diaper”

“I promise! I can show you the paperwork!”

“Sarah, how about you stand up straight when you talk to us, you look like a literal toddler shitting his diaper squatting down like that…oh wait, that’s basically what you are!”

“Babysitter of the year right here folks…the six year old she’s ‘babysitting’ is walking towards the bathroom right now like a big girl and her so called babysitter is squatting in front of us about to overflow her stinky diaper HAHAHA!”

“Well ladies, it looks like today is the day we get to use the world famous DIAPER ZONE, huh?”

“HAHAHA this is NOT the diaper I was planning on changing!”

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ultrapsychicpaperarbiter · 22 days ago

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Scotty Doesn’t Know

The last few weeks had been pure, unexpected bliss.

A few months ago, you finally managed to admit your ABDL kinks to your wife.

It did not go well.

“So let me get this straight. You, ostensibly an adult man, want to not only wear diapers, but have me treat you like a baby? And you’re serious?”

Needless to say, you did not bring it up again.

After a few awkward weeks, however, it seemed to be forgotten, and your relationship seemed to get back to normal. Both of you pretended that the conversation never happened.

Which is why you were so surprised the night you got home from work and found her waiting along with cases of diapers, onesies, and more accessories than you could have ever imagined.

“Awwww, are you surprised to see all this, baby? Good! At first I thought it was just so…pathetic. But I’ve done a lot of research and think this is perfect for us!”

You couldn’t believe your ears.

It didn’t take long to see just how thorough her research must have been. She hadn’t just bought every ABDL item she could find—she had fully immersed herself in the kink.

“I need you to understand one thing, baby. If this is what you want, then you will fully commit. This won’t be something that happens when it suits you. It’s all or nothing.”

She continued, “You will be diapered 24/7. No exceptions. At home you will have no more rights than a baby. You can wear big boy clothes in public over your diaper, but I will check and change your diaper when I see fit. Got it?”

How could you say no?

She was a natural. A perfect mix of loving Mommy and firm domme. Caring and attentive, yet unrelenting and uncompromising. She was unambiguously in control.

And it was better than any fantasy you ever imagined.

Which brings us to today.

Mommy just fed you your lunch: a large bowl of oatmeal with sliced strawberries and bananas, followed by two jars of pureed prunes.

As usual, you were doing your post-lunch tummy time on your oversized Winnie the Pooh blanket in nothing but your Rugrats t-shirt and comically soggy Little Kings diaper.

Of course, Mommy knew you were due for a change. She wasn’t blind. But she knew her little one was extremely regular—especially after eating those prunes.

She’d change you once you made your afternoon poopoo.

The first wave of cramps hit seconds before the doorbell rang.

You looked up in panic; you’d be immediately obvious to anyone at the door.

Yet Mommy completely ignored your terrified squeals from behind your paci, heading straight for the door.

You watched in horror as the door opened. It seemed to happen in slow motion, slowly and inevitably.

“Hey girls! Come on in!”

Nothing could have prepared you for this.

Standing in the doorway were Mommy’s two best friends, Lauren and Mary, smiling from ear to ear.

Looking right at you.

Utterly exposed.

You instinctively try to cover your diaper in an admittedly adorable, yet wholly futile attempt to preserve your dignity.

As if that was even possible.

Your bulging, yellow diaper was merely one aspect of the humiliating, infantile menagerie before them.

“Oh! My! Gosh! Fiona! He’s adorable!” Lauren squealed in delight, walking straight toward you, “He’s even cuter than you described! And that diapie? Ahhh, I can’t!”

They knew about this?

Mary followed right behind Lauren. “Like…he even actually looks like a baby! Just…bigger.”

The three women surround you, looking down at the red-faced baby too stunned to speak.

You can’t believe Mommy told them!

“Told you you’d love him!” Mommy says with pride, “He just belongs in babyhood!”

Mary laughs. “I know Lauren thinks so. Remember that fight before your wedding?”

“Can you believe I actually argued this sweet little boy was a man?” Mommy says quickly, noticing Lauren’s hesitation, “But you were right all along!”

“Well, I still shouldn’t have said all those things at the Bach party. It was way out of line.”

Mommy waves a hand dismissively. “You were just being a good friend. I wasn’t ready to hear it, yet. Good friends tell hard truths.”

Your eyes go wide in fear as a strong wave of cramps hits you. A tiny whimper escapes your mouth.

You look at the women, praying they’re too distracted to have heard you.

“What’s wrong little guy?” Mary asks softly, kneeling down, “What are you whimpering about, hmm?”

Mommy flashes a knowing, devious grin.

“Ut oh! Does Mommy’s little baby have an icky tummy? Is someone gonna make poopoo in his diapie for us?”

“Ahhh! He even makes the same poopy face as actual babies!” Lauren squeals, tickling your tummy, “Go on, baby. You don’t have to be embarrassed! Babies like you go poopie in their pampers!”

Your face burns in embarrassment. Or maybe from the effort of holding it.

All you know is you cannot mess your diaper like this in front of them. It’s bad enough being seen like this—but you won’t give them the satisfaction of pooping your diaper.

“Poor baby, trying to hold it,” Mary coos, “Just let go for us. We know you’re just a baby. Don’t pretend to be a big boy. It’s okay! Just push all your ickies into your diaper, and it will all be over.”

“I think it’s cute,” Lauren giggles, “Does he actually think if he holds it, we won’t see him as a baby? Well, kiddo, about that…nobody will ever see you as an adult ever again. Besides, we’re going to be here all night babysitting you. We’ll see your stinky tushie sooner or later!”

They’re babysitting you tonight?

Lauren sees the look of confusion on your face. “Oh, does he not know we're babysitting him, Fiona?”

The thought distracts you from your cramps, forcing out a loud, bubbly toot followed by a small amount of mess.

“Good job, baby!” Mary says encouragingly, “You can do it!”

Mommy just smiles.

“Why would I tell a baby my plans? What Mommy does in her free time is of no concern for him, is it baby? All he needs to worry about is when he’ll be changed.”

Mommy is planning on going somewhere?

Another grumbly toot trumpets into your diaper. You grunt as you push warm mush into your diaper.

Despite the overwhelming humiliation of losing the battle in front of Mommy’s friends, you’re more concerned about Mommy leaving you.

“I think the baby is finally making pushies!” Mary shouts, “Is that bulge in your diapie poopie, baby? Yes it is! Yes it is!”

Lauren slides your pacifier into your mouth between grunts. “Here, sweetie. Suckle on your paci while you go poopoo.”

Mommy stands up. “Do you two mind watching him for a bit while I shower? He’ll probably be going for a while. Prunes go straight through him.”

“Not at all, Fiona! You’ve been excited for this date since you put him back in diapers!”

No. No. No! Mommy is going on a date?

You look at Mommy, who doesn’t have even the slightest trace of shame. If anything, she looks more radiant than usual.

“Thanks, girls. I’ll show you how to change him when I get back.”

Your attempt to get up and follow her are foiled by another large cramp. Instead of following your wife, you push another round of mush into your diaper.

“Oh, honey!” Mary coos, rubbing your hair and rattling a toy for you, “Mommy will be back in a bit, I promise. Are you almost done pushing?”

You hate the way Mary talks to you.

She knows why you’re upset—you’re not an actual baby!

Your wife and her friends are casually talking about her going on a date with someone named Mark, but Mary has the audacity to make it seem like it’s because you’re an infant with separation anxiety?

“Sweetie pie, what did you expect?” Lauren chides, “I mean, look at you! You’re pooping your diaper during tummy time! Do you really think your Mommy—or any woman—would ever want to be with you after that?”

You want to argue but can't bring yourself to look her in the eye.

“Baby, you made your choice. This is what you wanted. You gave up your adulthood to be pampered by your Mommy. You’re a baby—not a husband. So guess what? Your Mommy has needs babies can’t satisfy.”

Tears well in your eyes.

“Aww, don’t cry, honey,” Mary says as she wipes the tears from your eyes. “Be nice to him, Lauren. He can’t help it! He’s just a baby!”

“I think you have a soft spot for the baby, Mary,” Lauren teases, “You just love helpless things.”

“Guilty. And what’s more helpless than a baby in a poopy diaper? Poor thing, you should never have been allowed to grow up, huh, kiddo? Don’t you fuss about Mommy. She loves you very, very much, okay?”

You look into Mary’s eyes. To your surprise, you don’t find a hint of mockery—only authentic concern and affection.

And for some reason, that makes everything worse.

Lauren may taunt and tease you, but at least she’s recognizing you’re an adult when she does. Unlike Mary.

Mary genuinely sees you as a baby; that much is clear.

You squirm at the realization. You passed the point of no return.

This isn’t a game anymore. It’s not a fun role play between you and your wife.

This is your life.

“You look stunning!” Lauren shouts when she sees Mommy come back into the room in a red dress you had never seen before.

Lauren wasn’t lying. If anything she was underselling how beautiful your wife looked.

She looked so good you forgot about your rapidly cooling messy diaper. You forgot her friends were here to babysit you.

Forgot she was your Mommy.

For the first time since her friends arrived, you found your voice. “Babe, you look amazing!”

“Awww, you’re so sweet, little one,” Mommy says before dramatically sniffing the air, “But Mommy is more concerned about your stinky bum. Babies get diaper changes, not dates, silly!”

“He definitely needs a changie! Such a stinky boy!” Mary adds unhelpfully.

The momentary bliss fades away as you remember you’re about to have your poopy diaper changed.

You stare longingly at your Mommy in her dress as she grabs your diaper bag.

“No, no, we got this, Fiona. That dress shouldn’t be anywhere near a poopy diaper,” Mary assures her.

“Are you sure?”

“Your baby is in good hands. You’re off the clock. Go have fun with Mark.”

You pretend you don’t see her wink.

“Ugh, thank you! You guys are the best!” she says before turning to you, “You behave for your babysitters, honey. I’ll see you in the morning. I love you, sweetie!”

She blows you a kiss as she walks out the door, leaving you with a poopy diaper in desperate need of a change.

“Alright, mister,” Mary says patting your diaper, “Let’s get you out of that icky diapie so we can play!”

The way Lauren laughs sends shivers down your spine.

“We’re going to have so much fun getting to know the real you, baby!”

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