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I know you're all tingly down there sweetie but you're too little for daddy to play with. Last time we took your dipey off and tried to play you went potty all over daddy, Remember? Best you just rock the tingles away in your mess okay? Follow us on instagram

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Making her poop in the living room with all the windows wide open and a fresh bar of soap in her mouth for an actual punishment! This is what summers are for.

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So is your daddy keeping you diapered 24/7 and if so what are some of his rules for you? Hope you have an amazing day

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ um… I wouldn’t say I’m 24/7 because although I’m in padding 24/7 I am allowed to use the potty on “potty training” days…. And the rules for those days is my pullys are like big girl undies and they need to stay dry although that rarely happens. And I’m also allowed to use the potty at work because dada knows how anxious I get about it but if I have an accident then it’s okay because technically I’m not potty training when m at work…. Does that make sense?

and typically I get some sort of punishment for not staying dry on potty training days like corner time or I have to do silly little dances and sing alongs for dada in nothing but my dirty pully🙈

a little treat to make this post interesting

~ thanks for the ask ~

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All that Baby Einstein really payin off 😌

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Victoria Volunteers, Part One

The nurse was just so horrifyingly matter-of-fact about it. "Good, good. Very nice. I see my assistants did their work well. No pinching straps anywhere, hon? Hmm?"

Not that Victoria could have told her, of course. But nonetheless the nurse paused, smiling, as if to allow her nervously-squirming patient to interject somehow. Perhaps with a nod of her now-pigtailed head, or maybe a muffled grunt…

Which she now gave. "Uh-hmmugghh?"

It wasn't a response to the nurse's question, of course. It was a question itself: panicked, fearful, and utterly pathetic. Veronica twisted in her pastel bonds, the rubbery phallus working as she fought to expel it from her mouth. "Uh-hmmummgh?!" she repeated, and now her elbows were jerking emphatically in time to her burbling protests. Her nostrils flared, her eyes slanting about the babyish room in mingled panic and shame. She shifted her stance, veering away from the massive, open crib before her and poised to bolt for the door-

But again, the nurse's matter-of-fact voice cut through – as firm and cool as the hands that now propelled the hapless young woman back against the bars of the waiting cage.

"And nice and snug around the arms, too. Perfect. Now, let's take a peek at your diaper."

The captive girl flushed. Your diaper. Your. It wasn't a question of it being someone else's – some alien garment that had been forced onto her unwilling body. No. Your. As far as the nurse was concerned, it was hers. It belonged on her. She, a grown woman of twenty-two, belonged in that very diaper.

"Oh, good. Nice and thick. Exactly as it should be." The fingers were probing around her butt-cheeks, slipping deftly underneath the rustling pink plastic now and again as if to test how snugly it had been drawn. "Can't have any leaks now. Not that a wet crib is the end of the world, of course. But still…"

Victoria shivered, twisting uneasily in an attempt to glance backward and see what the nurse was doing. "Mmmuuggh?!" she burbled in dismay. Leaks?! But she was- she wasn't going to pee-! She wasn't about to gratify these weird medical jerks, to just stand here and piss herself-

"Three days in wet sheets wouldn't be fun for anyone – and especially not our star participant!"

Oh… fuck. What the hell was she about to endure?

(To be continued!)

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Victoria Volunteers, Part Five

Be sure to check out Parts One, Two, Three, and Four!

No thinking. Good girls don't think. Good girls let go. Good girls relax. And you… are a good girl. A very good little girl…

The chorus of whispers – some in sultry feminine tones, others in now masculine rumbles – seeped out through the headphones and into the hapless woman's brain. How long she had been here in this medical facility, she no longer knew. She no longer knew much of anything, in fact – not even how many times she'd fallen into unconsciousness and then blinked back to confused reality. Besides, how could anyone think straight with all these voices echoing nonstop in their ears?

Little. Yes, a little girl. You're forgetting everything else… except that you're a good, obedient little girl. You've always been a little girl… so very good and little and obedient…

Was that the truth? Victoria's external struggles had ceased long before – the straitjacket and bonds had seen to that – but now a small, tired burst of resistance flared within her drowsy brain. No… adult. She was… adult. Young adult. And good girl…? Well, Daddy had called her that in years past. Mandy also liked to joke about her "little" sister. And so she… well, she kinda was? The voice… it might be right after all…

Little girls like you… they forget. They don't have to think… or remember… or do anything. They get to relax. Yes… relax. Let everything go. Everything. Their thoughts… their memories… their bodies…

Victoria twitched silently, her mind and body still struggling feebly against the regression programming. But she… she didn't want to forget… did she? Somewhere far off – in the faint corners of her mind – there seemed to be something about urgency. Something between her legs, deep in her belly. Something she had to do…

Good little girls… they always want to become good little babies. Yes, they do. So sweet, so cute, so adorable… You're a good little girl… and we know. We know how you long to be an even better baby… Because babies don't even know how to think. They can't. They just play… and sleep… and drink. They crawl and cry and coo… Their bodies don't obey them… They have no control, because they don't even know what control is…

Control. What… was this control about? Victoria was having trouble remembering amid the wash of sound. Whatever it was, it sounded hard. She was so tired after all this fighting. She just wanted it all to stop. To relax. To let everything fade away…

And you don't know either… do you? Of course you don't. You don't even understand the question anymore – and that's because you've become a little baby now. Oh, yes. You already have. No control… no thoughts… just relaxing every… single… muscle… Letting everything go…

Something slowly unclenched deep within her now. Victoria's bound body twitched involuntarily… but it was a primal reflex and nothing more. Her mind was drifting now: only vaguely aware in the dreamiest of ways of the trickling sensation between her legs… and practically oblivious to the warm, silently swelling bulk of the diaper as it drank in her first infantile accident.

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Above her, and unseen by Victoria's glazed eyes, a blue light winked. A moment later, it winked again. And then again… the only indication of the high-resolution camera mounted there, and which was effortlessly documenting this patient's first and most momentous foray into regression therapy.

Not that Victoria was aware of it, of course. Let alone that her image – as a bound, gagged, and diapered prisoner – was at that very moment flashing up on a monitor some three hundred miles away in her elder step-sister Mandy's office.

An image, it must be confessed, that brought a slow, satisfied smirk to Mandy's handsome face.

(The end – for now!)

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The overnight diaper was about to burst. But cookie never wants to change in the morning

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Little Nikki Is Made To Go To A Public Pub In An Exposed Diaper & Harness And Makes A Big, Smelly, Humiliating Mess

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Fresh out of the bath and diapered💕

Thanks to daddy for the suggestion to take a bath before I changed, light some candles and turn out the lights. I don’t think I would’ve had a nice little moment to just relax and enjoy a bath while we talked if it wasn’t for him.

It seems small but means a lot to have someone nudge you to hit pause and do something kind for yourself when it’s the last thing on your mind

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