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Daddy loves to put me in goodnites after I’ve been a big girl all day. Especially when I wore sexy underwear that day. He says I need to be reminded of who I really am. So he’ll call me into the living room, put me in between his knees, like a naughty girl about to get scolded , and then he’ll pull my adult panties down then slide up the childish coverage. I try really hard not to squirm as he teases me but he knows how easy I can be. A little girl who can’t control herself.

He’ll make me stand in one spot and tell me I can’t move until I dribble in my “pampers.” I’ll stomp my feet and tell him they’re not pampers and he’ll just laugh and pat me on my head. Already I start to feel myself get blushy and wet.

This was a few days ago. he recorded me once I brought my thumb up to my mouth because he knew that meant I was making my little dribbles right then 😭😭🙈.

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Pranking your wife at yoga with laxatives is always a great idea 💩💩💩

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Talk down to me pleaseeeeeeee

Awww poor baby can’t take it?

Aww you’re too stupid to understand that

Don’t worry baby I’ll take care of it. Your little girl brain will probably just get confused.

There’s no need to worry your pretty head about it okay? Let me do the thinking.

That’s okay if you’re not smart enough to understand. That’s what I’m here for darling.

You’re so cute when you try to think.

Aww you really don’t know do you? That’s so cute!

Don’t bother trying to read that sweetheart. It’s too complicated for you.

Your incomplete thoughts are some of my favourite ones.

It’s okay baby just trust me I know what’s best for you (bonus points if it is absolutely not what is best for me)

Aww come on baby can’t even take that? Don’t worry I’ll make it fit.

You’re just a little slut aren’t you? That’s okay baby. You don’t need words in your mouth. Let’s put my cock in there instead.

Awww little baby can’t think? That’s good baby. You don’t need to think. You just need to do what I tell you to do. Isn’t that right?

Awww there you go baby. Let all your brains leak out your cute little cunt. That’s all that those pesky little thoughts are for anyways huh? Just let them leak out of you and make it even easier for me to take what’s mine.

🐸🎃.

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Who wants to recreate this with me!?!?

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Family vacation

" What are you doing down there, sweetie? Is everything OK???? Does my wittle baby girl feel good? We don't even travel that much, honey! Aren't you enjoying yourself? You should be grateful I insisted on bringing you with us. Daddy wanted this to be a no kids trip HAHAHA!!

But thanks to me, you got to enjoy this wonderful weekend with us! Why are you frowning? Is somewone embawassed? Did you really think anything about your predicament was going to change now that we're not home?

Did you really think you wouldn't wear your diapers? Honey, it's been a long time since you threw that big tantrum when I tossed all your thongs away. And your big girl bras. And all your adult clothes. And all your books and games HAHAHA. Yeah, it's been almost a year of your full baby treatment. A whole year without an adult feeling. You're practically a virgin again, aren't you??? Awen't yoo Mommy's pathwetic wittle viwgiiiin?

Gosh, you're pathetic. What I mean is: you should be already used to this, cutie. I'm the sexy girl, you're the stupid toddler. I'm the tall, seducing woman, you're the smelly, childish dwarf. You suck on bottles, I suck on Daddy's dick. I should make you kiss my toes HAHAHA.

So why awe you embawaaassed, wittle girl??? It can't be because of your poofy diaper! You haven't worn big girl panties for so long that you should love your pampies now! And they're the only thing your princess parts get to feel now, awen't they???

Sniff-sniff. Ooooh, I see. It's because you made a poopie!!! What a wittle baby girl you aweee!!! HAHAHAHA. Remember: your Daddy gets turned on when I take off my underwear, but he can't help but laugh when he's on diaper duty with you. It's such a good thing I'm usually in charge of that now, right??? Don't you woooove it so much when I tickle you while changing your diapieees? Or when I accidentally hold the baby wipe a wittle too long on your princess parts? Don't you woove thaat?

Let me tie my hair and I'll change you, sweetie. What? You don't want me to change you here? Whyyyy, wittle girl??? Afwaid somewone is gonna sweee?????

You shouldn't worry about this, honey. But has Daddy told you about tonight? No?? Does my wittle babie darwing wanna know??? Daddy needs some alone time with this body, you know.

In fact, he's gonna tell you. Run to our table with your poopy tush and ask Daddy about tonight's event at the hotel. They'll set up a Kiddie disco and we've registered you!!! Awen't you excited???? I'm sure you'll fit in perfectly!!

Ooooh, no, babygiwl!!! Is somewone cwiyin'??? HAHAHAHA"

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Sleepover with the mean girl 🥺 Daddy made me go

ManyVids JFF

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When your diaper sis checks your diaper and teases you for being stinky but your not only one that made a stinky. She also left a mushy surprise in her diaper too.

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Right before I messed my diaper like the good girl I am 🤭

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Alexis & The Babysitter

Chapter One:

My name is Alexis. Up until 3 weeks ago, I’ve always been the hottest girl at my high school. Arguably, I still am, but just not dressed or treated as the regular 18 year old and almost senior that I am. I’m 5’2 with a petite body, brunette hair, with perfectly perky breast and piercing brown eyes and have, what I considered to be, the perfect ass.

I know what you want to ask… why are you dressed like a toddler, wearing a diaper, with stuffed animals laying around me? It’s a good question, and one that I honestly have asked myself these past three humiliating weeks.

So here is how I got here…

You see, I have a baby brother named David who I don’t much prefer to babysit, despite my parents insisting and even offering me money. Since my parents both work a lot, obviously they had to have someone.

Rather than doing the traditional thing and hiring a female to babysit, they hired our next door neighbor named Steve who is two years younger than me, a Sophomore. Since it was summer time and my parents planned to be gone a lot, he would be around quite a bit.

I’ve always known that Steve had a crush on me, frequently texting me, trying to start a conversation, or asking if we could hang out. I always suspected that was the reason he took the job to babysit my younger brother so he could be around me more. But maybe that’s just me being over confident, which I am in no position to be now.

Anyways, I was glad that it wasn’t me doing the babysitting, but what I didn’t like was that I never knew when he was around which was particularly troubling given my little secret.

So, I’ve always intermittently been a bedwetter, and within the last 4 months it had pretty much become 2 or 3 nights a week, with some weeks even being 4 or 5. Unbelievably embarrassing I might add.

It didn’t help that I also had a terribly small bladder, which forced me to always stay close to a restroom, especially when out drinking.

Unfortunately I can’t say that I haven’t had a drunk night that ended up with me looking like a hot mess in wet jeans. Again, extremely embarrassing but luckily I had always been able to escape a crowd and avoid the tremendous embarrassment.

My mom was obviously tired of washing my sheets all the time so the inevitable happened and poof, say hello to Alexis, the 18 year old that still wears pull-up diapers to bed. 😭

So, with Steve always being around and me being diapered at night, I had to make sure I was careful not to let my guard down. Luckily my parents are pretty well off and we live in a rather large house so it’s fairly reasonable for multiple people to be at the house and not see each other.

However, as you can imagine, that’s hard to do on a regular basis. One particular day, I woke up with yet again, an unsurprisingly wet diaper.

I got up and threw some jeans on but made the mistake of not changing out of my wet diaper.

While making some cereal, I hear someone walk in, which I assumed (🤦🏻‍♂️) was my mom or dad.

“Hey Alexis!” I almost jumped out of my skin.

“Oh hey Steve, didn’t know you were here. Where are my parents?” I quickly replied, trying to not bring attention to the obvious all the while my face turned all kinds of red.

“They are both at a business conferences or something and left yesterday. I don’t think they’ll be back for a couple of days”

“Oh okay, well see you later!”

“… okay, bye.” Steve said sheepishly looking on as Alexis scurried away.

There was almost no chance he didn’t notice I was wearing a diaper given my diaper was sticking out of the hem of my jeans and the fact that my diaper (I die a little inside admitting that it’s MY diaper 😩) was wet and sagging heavily.

I hurried back to my room, my heart racing and checks burning at the reality of him potentially learning my embarrassing secret.

Crap crap crap, I thought to myself as I quietly panicked as I got back to my room. I quickly removed my… ugh, my, diaper and threw it in the trash and put on my panties and yoga pants.

After finishing my breakfast in my room, I got ready and went to go work out and then hang out with my girlfriends.

Throughout my workout, I couldn’t stop replaying the scene from that morning. Steve, a boy younger than me and who has always had a crush on me, seeing me as if I were an immature 4 year old still dependent on diapers to keep from wetting herself instead of the hot, sexy teenager that I am, or was depending on how you look at it.

Later that night, I took advantage of the fact that my parents were out of town and went to a party with my best friend, Lauren, which was exciting because a boy that I’ve always liked and have recently been hanging out with named Taylor was going to be there.

I’ll be there first to admit that I am somewhat of a light weight when it comes to drinking, so it was easy for me to end up being the drunk girl at a party, which was more or less what ended up happening that night.

Of course, when I drink I have to be leery of the fact that my bladder control issues force me to be intentional about visiting the bathroom often to avoid an embarrassing scene.

However, the more I drink, the more difficult that intentional effort becomes. Luckily, I was able to avoid any accidents before being driven back home by Lauren.

Not surprisingly, when I arrived home, Steve was still there babysitting my little brother who he had put down earlier, but to my surprise, Steve was still awake.

Being more than a little tipsy dulled the embarrassment of seeing him again after our little run-in that morning.

“Hey Alexis, how was the party?”

“Umm good, how’d you know where I was?”

“Well I knew that what’s his name was throwing a party and I can only assume that’s where you were given that it’s 1:00am”

Damn, he’s not as dumb as he looks.

“Oh, it was good. How was your day?”

“Good, just looking after the little one.”

“Cool, well, see you later.”

“Want to watch some TV or something?” Steve offered in yet another attempt to hang out with her.

“Thanks but I need to go to sleep.”

“Okay” Steve defeatedly responded.

I went up to my room and reluctantly applied baby powder (and only because I have to to avoid diaper rashes 🙃) and put on my pull-up, t-shirt, and shorts.

After watching TV for 30 minutes, a large cramp hit my stomach. I got up to use my bathroom but realized I didn’t have any toilet paper.

‘Shit!’ I quietly said aloud. I’m going to have to go down stairs, I nervously thought to myself.

I quietly began to walk down stairs. Luckily the TV was off which meant Steve was most likely already asleep. It was deafeningly quiet which made it increasingly difficult for me to remain quiet, which meant slowly walking down the stairs. But my time was quickly running out as I felt a second cramp hit.

‘Damnit I shouldn’t have ate that Mexican food today’ I blurted out before covering my mouth remembering to be quiet.

I finally reached the bottom of the stairs before hearing keys in the front door turning, which startled me, but before I could hide, my parents walked through the door.

“Mommy and daddy! Y’all are home early!” I exclaimed when they walked through the door, temporarily allowing me to forget my potentially compromising situation.

“Hey Alexis! Yeah, we decided to come back early.”

My mom paused for a second while analyzing the situation.

“Why are you up so late…? And why isn’t your car in the driveway?”

“Uhh I was just going to the bathroom. I’m out of toilet…”

A third cramp hit my stomach, and this time, much more intense.

“Alexis, have you been drinking tonight? I smell alcohol on your breath.”

“No, I don’t know what you’re…”

I tried to escape this potentially extremely embarrassing situation and make it to the bathroom before my mom grabbed me.

“Alexis, where do you think you are going young lady?”

As she grabbed me, it happened. I felt like such a baby… there I was, the most sought after girl in school and yet, I stood there as my battle to remain an adult was lost and I began to mess and wet my diaper despite being an 18 year old adult. I cringed as I felt the poop quickly fill the seat of my diaper, which continued to expand, humiliatingly affirming my infantile appearance.

My mom couldn’t believe what she was witnessing, even being surprised at the words that came out of her mouth next.

“Ugh, you stink…” my mom commented as my lost battle became not only visibly apparent, but regrettably smellable as well.

At this point, I didn’t think things could get any worse, but I was very wrong.

As I began to stand back up, still fighting to hold the remaining contents of my bowels from escaping into my already dirty diaper, I looked up to find a terrifying truth.

“Hey guys…” Steve annoucned.

Steve saw everything. Not just the casual comments that insinuate that diapers aren’t a new occurrence for me, but neither is using them.

Then my dad speaks up.

“Well I knew we had one toddler that we needed a babysitter for but I didn’t know we needed one for two.”, he laughed. “Steve, you’ve been underpaid!” He joked.

The embarrassment was almost unbearable until my mom preceded to pull down my shorts to reveal my now dramatically sagging and smelly dirty diaper💩

“Yep, she messed her diaper.” My mom declared in a surprised tone as she observed my dirty diaper infront of the onlookers witnessing my regression from adulthood. As if it couldn’t get any worse, I involuntarily let out a fart before releasing the remaining contents of my bowels, pushing my diaper to its limits of expansion, and further sagging heavier.

I blushed as I acknowledged all the times I remembered my 2 year old baby brother’s dirty diapers sagging, and yet at 18 years old, I was no different.

“Steve, will you go to the nursery and get a changing mat, wipes, baby powder, and a diaper please.” My mom asked.

Steve was in utter shock, but kind of found the situation comical.

The girl that he has had a crush on for the longest time had just done the unthinkable. Yes, he had thought that he saw a diaper sticking out of the hem of her jeans that morning but he wasn’t sure. Now, he watched as she had gone from the girl of his dreams to the likeness of her infantile little brother that he had been babysitting.

“Sure…” Steve reluctantly said as the familiar smell of a dirty diaper became stronger. He reacted by cringing and crinkling his nose which only added to Alexis’ embarrassment.

My mom surprised me by lifting me up under my arm pits as she would my little brother.

I wanted to cry. In fact, I was fighting back tears attempting to avoid adding to the appearance that I was no better than my baby brother who I was 16 years older than!

She laid me down on the floor before Steve returned with the supplies. Of course I protested the entire thing which unfortunately fell on deaf ears.

But who was I kidding? OF COURSE I looked like I needed diapers. Wetting the bed had become the norm rather than the exception and now I had further regressed myself and messed my diaper, in front of people, no less.

“Thanks Steve. Whew, she sure does smell doesn’t she? I thought her baby brother’s dirty diapers were bad.” My mom announced as she slid the changing mat underneath my bottom.

I could’ve melted from the embarrassment. There I laid on my back in front of Steve, a boy that I have found every way to ignore for years despite the fact that he likes me, or maybe liked me now, as well as my mom and dad, in just a t-shirt and dirty diaper awaiting my first diaper change since I was a biological toddler.

My mom began tearing the sides of my diaper while everyone looked on. The mixed smell of baby powder and dirty diaper filled the room causing everyone to cringe.

Steve was unsure of what to do while he stood by, but couldn’t bring himself to leave the room as he almost found Alexis’ predicament rewarding given how many times he had been shot down by her. Now the tables had turned, instead of him being the one chasing after her, there she lay on her back awaiting a diaper change, ‘a diaper change!?’ he announced almost as a question but with a hint of amusement in his mind.

He couldn’t help but replay all of the times that she had rejected him for one reason or another which brought him some contentment given that she was being regressed before his eyes. He now had an unquestionable advantage over her, but his train of thought was again interrupted by the staunch smell of her dirty diaper.

My dad chimed in, “Steve, looks like you have another little one to look after.”

Steve couldn’t help but chuckle which only added to Alexis’ embarrassment which she couldn’t imagine getting any worse, or could it?

TO BE CONTINUED

Shoutout to @princessdiaperkitty for allowing me to use her beautiful pictures which shy in comparison to how beautiful a person she is!

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Jamie smiled up at her little man, her little hero. It didn’t take her long into her marriage to discover that her husband, like most men, desperately needed order and discipline in his life. His years as a bachelor had taken their toll but it wasn’t anything a firm and loving hand couldn’t address. In many respects her hubby was just an overgrown toddler and she didn’t mind providing what he needed, even if he didn’t want it. What he wanted was a man cave to have his freedom. What he got was a separate bedroom fit for a toddler, complete with diapers! The day she placed her big boy back into pampers was the day their relationship took a turn for the better. The maternal hand he needed was now the hand of his wife; the hand that would spank, bathe, diaper, dress and nurture him. He offered some resistance at first but once he realized that disputes were settled over his wife’s knee and the changing table he shaped up to being her sweet little boy. If you’re tempted to think this a cruel form of control I might add that her hubby is not without his rewards. All Jamie has to do is reach her hand between his legs and give his thick diaper a rub, or unbutton the front of her blouse to offer a breast, and he is quite content.

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Diapered, restrained and gagged @geeky-guitarist

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The subtle little changes in my mental vocabulary since starting to explore omo/omu and abdl are wild to me. Like in such a short amount of time my inner dialogue has changed so much. I really am just becoming a dumb little baby bunny.

Bathroom/restroom is now “potty”

Needing to pee is now “make peepees”

Needing to 💩 is now “make pushies”

My panties are now “big girl panties”

My pussy is now my “bunny parts” or “princess parts”

Orgasms are now “cummies”

Masturbating is now “doing humpies” or “doing bouncies”

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If you like the thought of being hypnotized to need diapers, here are a few links to free hypnosis files that might be of interest to you:

1. TrainDiapers (Bladder incontinence when diapered and in safe space):

https://www.emghypnosis.com/index.php/hypnosis-files/product/613-traindiapers

2. DiaperTrap (Bladder incontinence when diapered + 2h after taking it off):

https://www.emghypnosis.com/index.php/hypnosis-files/product/626-diaper-trap

3. Bedwetter Fear to Reality (convinces you to need diapers for bed):

https://www.emghypnosis.com/index.php/hypnosis-files/product/362-bedwetter-fear-to-reality

4. TrainBedWetting (training to become bladder incontinent when sleeping):

https://www.emghypnosis.com/index.php/hypnosis-files/product/618-trainbedwetting

5. TrainBladderIncontinant (training to permanently erase all bladder control):

https://www.emghypnosis.com/index.php/hypnosis-files/product/622-trainbladderincontinant

6. Anti-Potty Training (erases the knowledge of how to control bladder and bowels):

https://www.emghypnosis.com/index.php/hypnosis-files/product/363-anti-potty-training

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