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Trying so hard to look like a big girl in spite of my mushy pamps saying otherwise >.<

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Good morning ☀️

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Do I need a diaper change? 🥹

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The Camera Part II

Amanda’s eyes were glassy, fixed on the glowing spiral above the camera. The edges of the room had gone soft, blurred, like she was underwater. Daddy’s voice still hummed through her, deep and slow, curling around her thoughts until nothing else mattered.

She barely noticed she was on her knees now, teddy propped beside her on the changing table. At some point, she couldn’t remember when, her pink onesie had vanished, discarded in a heap on the floor. The cool air on her bare shoulders barely registered. What mattered was the weight between her thighs, the soft resistance of her thick white diaper as she rocked forward against Mr. Snuggles’ plush leg.

Her hazy, toddled-up brain clung to the one clear idea Daddy had left for her: give them a show. Whoever “them” was didn’t matter. The camera was the audience. Daddy wanted her to perform. And good girls always did what Daddy wanted.

Amanda turned so her back was to the lens, hands clutching at the bear’s arms, diapered bottom swaying and crinkling in exaggerated little bounces. Each press sent a dull throb through her, the hypnotic fog in her head making it impossible to tell where the pleasure ended and Daddy’s voice began.

Somewhere deep inside, she knew the next part of the show. Her body recognized the signals before her mind did. The gentle cramp in her belly became a rolling pressure, warm and inevitable. She glanced back over her shoulder, meeting the unblinking eye of the camera, and let go.

The muffled sound filled the air, soft, squelching, growing heavier with each push. Heat bloomed in the seat of her diaper, spreading as the padding thickened and sagged. She whimpered, half in shame, half in relief, but kept her eyes locked on the lens. This was for them. For Daddy.

The speakers crackled, and his voice poured into the room again, rich and slow. “That’s it, babygirl. Mess your diaper for Daddy. Show them what a good little one you are.”

Amanda’s breath caught, hips still rocking lazily against the bear’s plush leg. The praise hit harder than she expected, sending a shiver down her spine. The crinkle and squish beneath her became the only rhythm in the world, and when Daddy’s next words rolled out—low and certain,she couldn’t hold back.

“Good girl.”

Her body went slack, forehead resting against Mr. Snuggles’ fur, the spiral still spinning in her gaze. She didn’t even think about what she’d just done, or that the camera was still rolling. All that mattered was that Daddy was proud.

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Squatting in the woods... nothing to see here

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Just thought I’d share the start to my day because incontinence sucks and uncontrollable accidents are a terrible way to wake up 🥴😡

Woke up to a very unpleasant surprise this morning, my body was actively messing just as I was reaching consciousness. I jumped out of bed hoping I could make it to the toilet, but instead got out of bed just in time to finish the accident. Then, as much as I hate it, had to stand around in my diaper to make sure my accident was over and I wouldn’t poop again mid-change.

Luckily my MegaMax diaper remained secure and did not leak the whole time. I even ended up messing more after the initial accident, so it’s a good thing I stayed in my messy diaper instead of immediately changing 😬

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@littleghxstmouse Is it too early to ask for a diaper check from you?

JFF already got to hear how I messed in my sleep last night ✨

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a vewy messy baby…

. https://justfor.fans/lullabieswithdaisy

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CW | Messing, CNC

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The Bouncer (Pt. 1)

“Wake up sleepy-head!”

The loud speaker booms to life and with a jerk you raise your head from its resting position and groggily open your eyes, dim purple lights and softly-glowing monitors flooding your frame of view. You attempt to manage a question, but quickly find you’re having trouble with your words. Your once nimble tongue feels strangely unwieldy and your, “what the hell?” becomes nothing more than a soft cooing and gurgling, a dribble of spit forming at the corner of your mouth and falling down to your chin.

The room you find yourself in would look like a CIA torture chamber if it weren’t for a few key details. The walls are padded yes, but with a soft plush material ordained with Disney characters amongst its embroidered panels. Several monitors bolted up display nothing but the same hypnotic spiral, leading inwards each time to text reading: “Fall.”

Dispersed between each of those monitors is a standard standing-mirror, providing a full glimpse of the particular seating arrangement you find yourself in. The loudspeaker blares again with the same sing-song voice as before.

“Hello there sweet-heart! And welcome to Better Times Academy! You’re here because someone in your life decided you needed what we call here at the academy a Reboot. What’s a Reboot, you ask? Awe! Don’t worry your little head so much, things will be clear shortly! For now, focus that little noggin of yours on the following instructional video.”

On the monitors, the hypnotic spiral fades but remains in the background as a cartoon dinosaur, not unlike Barney, appears on screen in front of it.

“Hiya kiddos! Today’s a special day! I hear it’s someone’s very first day at the academy! You know what that means?”

A chorus of replies echoes through the loudspeaker from an imaginary crowd, followed by muffled giggles.

“The Bouncer!”

You don’t fully realize the position you’ve found yourself in until those words echo through your ears, and you turn your head to get a good look at yourself in the mirror as the Barney clone continues. You’re suspended a foot off the ground in the confines of a glorified baby-bouncer, its structure adorned with Academy Stickers proclaiming congratulatory phrases like, “You did it!” Your once adult body is now clad head-to-toe in what can only be described as a toddler’s outfit scaled up. Overalls conceal a Winnie the Pooh t-shirt and end in a cuff around your ankles right next to branded Spider-Man sketchers.

The bouncer hoisting you by your crotch makes it hard not to notice that your underwear has been replaced by what you only assume from context is the biggest, thickest, most absorbent diaper you could ever have imagined. You feel it hug your waist and nether regions tightly as the bouncer swings you back and forth. You whine and mutter, more spit falling onto your already-stained outfit.

“Now that you’re all back from dream-land, and more acquainted with your academy uniform, it’s time for your first training session!”

The lights dim as mechanical arms attacked to each screen pull them closer into your frame of vision, eventually completely filling up your sight in every possible direction. As they do so, a small round module attached the front crotch of the bouncer begins shaking with small vibrations, sending your already discombobulated mind into a state of building stimulation.

“Today’s lesson: [PAMPER PROFICIENCY LEVEL 1] ! And….. off! we! go!”

The monitors go black for an instant then spring back to life. Displayed front and center is another academy trainee, camera positioned squarely on the back side of their colorful, pee-stained padding. The monitors surrounding your vision display similar shots of separate models, with each diaper its own unique brand of humiliatingly childish design. You flail frantically looking for a method of escape but the baby bouncer’s waistbands seem to tighten up as you do so, pressing the soft padding hugging your bottom against the most sensitive parts of your body like a weighted blanket. Loudspeakers blare to life with the same familiar voice, this time accompanied by a backing track of what you assume to be several different nursery rhymes playing at once in a cacophony of “A B C” and “1 2 3.” A red arrow points to the padded bottom on first monitor.

“Question 1! What’s that?”

You’re taken a back for a minute before you carefully mutter out between small gasps and moans what you think is the word diaper, “d-dah—pah” accompanied by yet another dribble of spit onto your once-pristine Winnie t-shirt.

“Great job super-soaker! And what’s our little potty-pants on screen here doing now?”

With that, the once still-image becomes animated. The model is pin-drop silent for a moment, before they double over and begin muttering baby-babble just like yours. Their moans become more intense, their legs shaking visibly with greater and greater intensity as their breath quickens, almost drowning out the discord of nursery rhymes bombarding your senses. They manage a final few strained gurgles and moans before the inevitable: Plop! The models padded seat expands with a sizeable lump, their moans of discomfort turning into what only can be described as blissful murmurings. The video returns to stillness with the model managing to sound out the word “p-poo-pee!” in such a delighted tone you’re left completely dumbfounded. The loudspeaker interrupts silence with a scripted audio message.

“That’s right! And now it’s your turn! What’s that?”

The speaker pauses for a moment as if waiting for another queue, and two monitors adjacent to the one front and center begin flashing to life. To your complete shock, the monitors display a steady drip of your wildest sexual fantasies. Everything you’ve ever desired flashes before your eyes in quick succession, and you try to resist even giving a modicum of attention but; you can’t. The collection of material feels tailored to you and as you look on you fall deeper and deeper into a state of total pleasure and, more importantly, mindlessness. The lewd acts still bombarding your senses are interrupted only by two building sensations. The module strapped to your crotch builds in intensity, keeping you focused fully and utterly on your building arousal as you’re made painfully aware of the second sensation: a cramp building in your stomach and bowels. Like all babies eventually do, you now need to poop. You squirm terribly to no avail, the bouncer even retracting its supports rhythmically up-and-down so as to bounce and calm you as if a real-life toddler. The speaker comes back to life.

“Uh-oh’s! Sounds like a certain little stinker is feeling the effects of our patented Time-o-Lax! That means you’re ready to show us what you’ve learned, right kiddos? It’s time to…”

The chorus replies in a delighted shrill

“Fill! Those! Pants!”

The rhymes blare to a higher sound level, and the pornographic material still harassing your ability to keep your mind straight is augmented with one of the same hypnotic spirals from before. You’re falling, deeper and deeper into baby-brained bliss.

(To be continued)

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Not easy to mess yourself in front of your boyfriend... It took some taunting and teasing, but he knew you'd like it. Being on the spot. Finally giving in and letting go, proving what a dirty little girl you are. Feeling his hand press into the back of your diaper, fingers lightly tracing between the cuffs and your thighs. Telling you all about what he discovered as he pulls your diaper taught from the hem and how embarrassing it must be.

Filthy and helpless, there you are.. But you knew he was ready to pull you in to his lap, taking care of everything from there on out with love and kindness like the flip of a switch. I'm sure you've got more fortitude then last time though, before aftercare kicks in.

Maybe we have a long road ahead of us this weekend, as we push boundaries and find out what really makes you feel alive with someone you trust.

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Let’s see, little girl. Oh, yes. You left daddy a nice present for later. Yes, later. Hop on Daddy’s knee. It’s time for a horsey ride and then a bottle.

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Daddy wanted me to share this present 🎁 with everyone for my first picture in years. He loves baby girl in full diapers.

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Throwing a tantrum when the adults won’t give you a change 😣

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That's it baby girl, make pushies for Daddy.

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Not easy to mess yourself in front of your boyfriend... It took some taunting and teasing, but he knew you'd like it. Being on the spot. Finally giving in and letting go, proving what a dirty little girl you are. Feeling his hand press into the back of your diaper, fingers lightly tracing between the cuffs and your thighs. Telling you all about what he discovered as he pulls your diaper taught from the hem and how embarrassing it must be.

Filthy and helpless, there you are.. But you knew he was ready to pull you in to his lap, taking care of everything from there on out with love and kindness like the flip of a switch. I'm sure you've got more fortitude then last time though, before aftercare kicks in.

Maybe we have a long road ahead of us this weekend, as we push boundaries and find out what really makes you feel alive with someone you trust.

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If you’re at home, wearing a proper diaper, having tummy cramps, and feel like you have to make poo-poos, how long before you just squat and push onto your diaper? Do you try to hold it until you can’t any longer, or do you just make pushies without a second thought?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ um as horrific as it is to admit it I don’t really have to think about it too much with my ibs and all…. I normally don’t even have to go into a full squat… the only give away is this sorta bouncy motion I do and I make a weird face (so dada says) 🙈 My tummy starts to hurt about five ish minutes before and then shortly after I just sorta start goin I don’t try it just happens and yea… but then of course I eventually have to you know… put in the work to finish up if you catch my drift….

~ Thanks for the ask ~

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How often do you mess in public?

Last winter I went on a little snowy walk while very gross. ✨