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Hi I'm new here 💗 I love being little and writing stories about it 🍼🥰 Here's my very first!

"Princess, are you ready to go?" he shouted down the hall towards her.

"Daddy, help! Heeeelllp!" she yelled back.

He couldn't help but laugh when he turned the corner to see his baby girl sitting on the floor with her shirt on backwards and shoes on the wrong feet. He could see her diaper peeking out from under the colorful rainbow skirt he asked her to put on, and that she somehow managed to.

"Oh no baby I thought you said you were a big girl and could dress yourself today?"

"I am a big girl!" she protested and started taking the backwards shirt off over her head. She squirmed as it stopped right over her face, her arms now stuck over her head. He smiled at her futile effort to be big.

"Are you now?" He chuckled and walked over to help her, "I think you're much too little to dress yourself, princess." He got down on his knee in front of her and pulled the shirt off the rest of the way, turned it around and swiftly slid it back over her head. He switched her shoes around and lifted her up to her feet. He grabbed her waist and spun her around. He could already see her puffy diaper peeking from under her skirt. Lifting it up, he patted her padded bum.

"Looks like this big girl needs a diaper change too!" he teased, and she buried her face in her hands. He picked his baby girl up under her arms and carried her to the bed. "So do you think you need to let daddy dress you from now on, princess?" he asked, patting her full diaper one more time before laying her down on her back.

"Yes, daddy," she mumbled, blushing. She reached for her monkey stuffie next to her and half buried her face in his. She peeked at daddy.

"Awh that's my good girl," he said as he lightly grabbed her chin and slid her paci into her mouth. She stared up at him while he flipped up her skirt and ripped the tapes from the baby pink diaper that hugged her waist.

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Gwendoline Christie

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"Awh princess, you can pretend to be a big girl but daddy is going to keep you padded anyway"

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love this photo. no i am not wet the diapers are baggy on me. diaper from @wearingclouds

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Please Daddy…let me out…I need to pee!!

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Sorry the image is a bit wonky. Hey, I’m not an artist! 🤷‍♂️

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Mommy's 25 Diaper Rules

1) Baby is now 2 years old from here on.

2) Diapers are to be worn anytime a baby would normally have a diaper on until mommy decides otherwise. Diapers will be used for everything restroom related; no exceptions.

3) You are not allowed to remove or adjust your diaper for any reason.

4) Only mommy or an approved babysitter can change your diaper. Regular checks will be performed anytime and anywhere. Mommy will try to be discrete if possible, but checks will be performed regularly and you must allow for your diaper to be inspected immediately when requested to do so. Diaper checks and changes are performed at mommy's convenience and they cannot be prevented by baby for any reason.

5) If you need to be changed you must find a way to communicate to mommy in an age appropriate way. Crying is an acceptable method to convey that you need a fresh diaper. Directly asking with adult words for a change is strictly forbidden.

6) You absolutely cannot enter a restroom without mommy being with you.

7) Using a potty is now forbidden while baby is wearing a diaper.

8) Baby is forbidden from touching any private parts underneath or through a diaper.

9) You are now mommy's little baby and any sexual contact with mommy is not alloud while wearing your diapers.

10) Baby may only wear a shirt and diaper while at home in order to allow for mommy to easily see when a change is needed. Anything covering your diaper is forbidden unless permission is given by mommy.

11) While at home any drinks will be given in a bottle or sippy cup with a lid. Absolutely no glass cups or anything without a lid can be used by baby.

12) 3 days a week will consist of only baby food being offered. Usually this will be Monday, Wednesday and Saturday.

13) Baby will not use adult language or big words for any reason. Only a consistant babyish babble, crying or pointing with the occasional small/age appropriate word can be used when trying to communicate with mommy or a supervising adult.

14) Mommy will pick out your outfits anytime it is necessary to go out in public and will assist you in getting dressed. Selected outfits must be worn without complaints.

15) All hair must be removed from the diapered area and must be maintained smooth.

16) A diaper must be immediately put back on as soon as bathtime is finished. Mommy will supervise each bath time for baby's safety.

17) You will be respectful to all adults and do as you are told.

18) You cannot hide, lie or be ashamed of your diapers since they are necessary- be proud. If asked if you are wearing a diaper by any adult you must respond correctly.

19) Baby cannot be left at home alone. An adult such as a babysitter will always be present if mommy is not available.

20) When crossing any street baby must hold mommy's or babysitters hand.

21) Big boy underwear must be put in storage until further notice and diapers will be stored in their place. Mommy will select any color or style of diapers she wishes and will keep a home supply maintained.

22) Bedtime is 10:30pm sharp, unless stated otherwise.

23) Mommy's or a supervising adults rules will be followed at all times.

24) Failure to follow the required rules will result in a punishment ranging from extra time between diaper changes, an enema or up to an indefinite amount of time wearing diapers 24/7 being required.

25) Mommy or any supervising adult/babysitter reserves the right to add, change or remove any rule at anytime as they desire.

Photo source: ABdreams

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The Twelve Steps to Babyhood

(A fantasy adaptation of a rather more well-known twelve-step program)

Admit that you are powerless over your irrational urges to pretend that you are an adult.

Come to believe that a power greater than yourself - your caregiver - can restore you to the babyhood that is rightfully yours.

Make a decision to turn your will and your life over to the care of your caregiver.

Make a searching and fearless moral inventory of yourself and your destructive adult urges.

Admit to your caregiver, to yourself, and to at least one other human being the exact nature of your hopelessly misguided adult behavior.

Be entirely ready to have your caregiver remove all these adult flaws from your character.

Humbly ask your caregiver to remove your adult tendencies by whatever means necessary.

Make a list of all persons you have deceived into thinking you are an adult, and become willing to make things right with them by telling them the truth.

Make direct amends to such people wherever possible by letting them see you for the baby you really are, except when to do so would injure them or others, or would violate their consent.

Continue to take personal inventory, and when you are wrong or plagued by thoughts of relapsing into adulthood, promptly admit it to your caregiver.

Seek through everyday practices to improve your conscious contact with your caregiver, asking only for knowledge of their wishes and the opportunity to carry them out as a good baby should.

Having had a personal transformation as the result of these steps, you shall try to carry this liberating message to other consenting adults, and to practice these principles of babyhood in all your affairs.

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Our Rules

1. Safeword

A. The safeword system is the red, yellow, green system

B. The safeword can be used at anytime without question

C. Levels

i. Green

            a. Everything is great, proceed without reservation.

ii. Yellow

            a. I am getting slightly uncomfortable, slow down a little, be cautious.

iii. Red

            a. Stop, begin aftercare.

            b. Any instance where “red” is used must be discussed to avoid repeats.

2. When wearing diapers, little may not touch herself in any manner that is sexual.

A. List of offenses and order of severity.

i. Warning

ii. Mittens

iii. Locking panties

iv. Chastity

v. Chastity and locking panties

vi. Chastity, locking panties, and plugging

B. Good behavior will reduce down an offense one level and a probation period added.  Breaking of said probation leads to two offense levels upward.  If it exceeds the set levels, other punishments may be prescribed.

C.  At the end of the probation period.  That level is now the set level and the good behavior qualification is begun again.

3. During play, Peanut may not be taller than Mommy.

4. While unassisted messing is preferable, enemas may be used for:

A. Punishment/humiliation

B. Reminder of dominance

i. Frequency will be left up to caregiver’s discretion

ii. Amount will be decided by caregiver

iii. Length of time the enema must be held

iv. Plugs may be added to ensure the time is fulfilled

C.  Hollow plugs may be added for total control over enema giving and release

5. Pacifier rules

A. Pacifiers must be one of the following:

i. In sight.

ii. Clipped to clothing.   

iii. In the mouth.

iv. As a gag.

B. Exception: Public play

i. During public play, pacifier must be kept in pocket

ii. Must not be able to be seen by passerby  

C.  Pacifier must be taken out when speaking.

i. Pouting is the exception.

ii. Excessive pouting (after one warning) can lead to a punishment:

              a. Corner time

              b. Spanking

              c. Gag (Paci or other gag to prevent pouting)

              d. Lines

D. Pacifier during nap time is highly encouraged but not demanded.

E. Pacifier may not be taken out without permission.

i. Exceptions:

               a. Risk of exposure

               b. Pain/soreness

               c. Excessive drooling

6. Swearing is not allowed (Mario Kart exception)

    A. Punishment for swearing

o. Crap

            a. Caregiver discretion

i. Minor words (shit, damn, etc.)

            a. Writing lines (princesses do not swear, etc.)

ii. Moderate words (swearing at caregiver)

            b. Corner time

iii. Severe words (cunt, fuck)

            c. Spanking (20 spank minimum)

iv. Talking back to caregiver (choose 2)

            d. Spanking (20 spank minimum)

            e. Lines (20 line minimum)

            f. Punishment enema (2 liters)

            g. Put down for a nap

            h. Gagging

7. Diapers

A. Little must wear diapers

B. When addressed by any Adult, Little must comment on state of diaper

i. Yes/No

ii. “My diaper is…”

            a. Punishment

                i.  Bottle filled and finished in x-amount of time

                ii. More exposed diaper

                iii. Diaper used by caregiver

                iv. Gag

                v. Spanking

8. Clothes

A. Adult underwear is forbidden

i. Professional or family events are exceptions

ii. Diaper or pull up as situation allows

B. Outfits must be appraised by caregiver.

C. Diaper must not be visible if play is at all public

D. In private, diaper must be accessible for checking

E. Little may not fidget with outfit

i. Discomfort may be voiced (too hot/cold, uncomfortable)

ii. Fidgeting may result in clothes locked on

F. Onesie under everyday clothes if going out

G. Dresses/skirts highly encouraged

H. All little girl outfits must have some pink element.

9. Punishments

A. Spreader bar, hands cuffed behind back, gagged.

B. Lines.

i. Non-dominant hand

C. Apology letter to caregiver.

D. Time plugged (appropriate for infraction)

i. Inflatable plug

            a. Number of pumps

E. Edging without release.

F. Chastity.

G. Extended corner time.

i. Kneeling

ii. In chair

iii. Standing

            a. Nose in corner

H. Extended time in a diaper

I. Restricted talking for set period of time

J. Bedtime modifications

M. Watching caregiver get off, not allowed to touch anything, including self

i. Chastity

ii.Inflatable plug

N. Embarrassing task

i. Use diaper flat on floor

ii. Video of baby talking or wet/mess

iii. Errand with diaper somewhat exposed

               a. Short skirt

               b. Tight pants

               c. Short dress

               d. Short shirt

iv. Potty chair

O. Enema

10. Reward system

A. Tracking

i. Good girl chart

B. Chores done

i. 1 sticker

C. Offer to help Caregiver

i. 2 stickers

             i. “Accidentally” Little

               a. Calling Caregiver name

              b. Asking for paci

              c. Asking for stuffie

              d. Little utensils at meal (Little initiated) 

              e. Bib at meal (Little initiated) 

D. Caregiver discretion   

i. Anti-potty training

              a. Every time woken up wet 

              b. 1 sticker for wet

              c. 5 stickers for unassisted mess

E. Rewards

i. Coupon

              a. Free orgasm (20 stickers) 

              b. Get out of one punishment free (50 stickers)

              c. Diaper change request (10 stickers) 

              d. Later bedtime (20 stickers) 

              e. Little’s choice of outfit (30 stickers)

              f. Little’s choice of outing (30 stickers)

              g. Paci in diaper bag during outing (15 stickers)

11. Sexual Play

i. Caregiver orgasms first

ii. Little asks permission to orgasm

              a. Chastity

              b. Edging without release

              c. Corner time

              d. Lines

12. Outings

No exposure to non-consenting people

Caregiver hand must be held at all times

Paci in pocket

Little must carry diaper bag

Discreet Little behavior expected

Little must use Daddy/Mommy in place of name

Diaper checks to happen discreetly and frequently 

Punishments to happen ASAP as situation allows 

Family bathrooms or car may be used for diaper changes

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Mommy's Little Baby

The bell rang for school. I put my backpack on, and followed the crowd down the stairs and out the front door. I walked across the schoolyard and on through the crosswalk into my neighborhood. As I walked towards my house a strange but familiar feeling overcame me. My heart started pounding faster, and I was drenched with a feeling of restlessness. I was counting my steps and I only had two blocks until I would have to walk down her street. I knew I didn’t have the luxury of an alternate route home. As I followed the sidewalk left I could see the white and red house near the end of the street. Every day I take this same walk and every day I hope and pray that she isn’t outside. As I walk closer and closer I notice that there isn’t any activity at her house, and I think to myself “what a relief”. As I walk by the front of her house I barely peek over to see if anyone is home. Just when I think I’m all clear, she is there, gracefully watering her garden on the side of her house. Immediately, she looks up and waves to me. “Hi Ryan” she exclaims, in a very kind and nurturing, but bubbly voice. “Hi Miss Eve” I mutter back, with my head slightly down. She turns off the water and begins to walk towards me. Her long tan legs glide across the grass glistening from the overspray of the hose. Her shoulder length butter blonde hair, shimmering in the sunlight. Her loose white summer tank top accented her amazing cleavage, and just barely covered the curves of her hip line. As she approaches me I look up at her because she was taller than me even without her high heels on. This, among other things, added to her intimidation. Miss Eve was not married, she didn’t have any kids, and I’d never even seen a man at her house. All that said, Miss Eve was incredibly hot, and I knew that she had absolutely no problem attracting men. “How was your day sweetie?” She asked. “It was ok” I said, trying to avoid eye contact. “Just ok?” She asked. “Yea, I’m just kind of tired” I replied. “Maybe someone needs a little nap?” she said. “Well, I, uh, think I have some homework to do” I quickly responded. “Oh ok, well I really need some help with something that won’t take long at all”. I looked around frantically, trying to come up with an excuse that would let me continue my walk home. As I tried to think of anything, she leaned down closer to my ear and with a very direct but loving whisper asked “Are you gonna come be Mommy’s little helper?” As I started to blush she held out her hand, and I reluctantly reached out to touch her soft fingers. She grabbed my hand and escorted me up the front stairs and through the door as the panic inside me continued to build. The door closed behind us and I was once again trapped in her house. “I appreciate this very much” she said. “What do you need help with?” I asked. She turns to the side to reveal a few large cardboard boxes. “This is a large order of diapers I placed online for a boy that I babysit for, they just showed up today” she said. As the word ‘diaper’ left her lips, my excitement level went up immediately, and Miss Eve knew this. “Oh ok” I said “Do you need help moving the boxes?” trying to mask my curiosity of what kind of diapers they were. She laughed, “No silly, since they were purchased online I had to estimate a size, so I want to make sure they will fit him.” Confused, I asked “So how would I be able to help you with that?” She smiled, “You are about his same size, so I was hoping you would try some on to make sure they fit.” Panic continued to swell inside me because I knew where this was going. “Um, I don’t really have time for this right now,” I explained. I started to turn for the front door when she walked right into my escape path. “Now Ry, honey, Mommy really needs your help with this,” she said in her loving voice. “But I can’t today. I have too many things to do,” I explained. As she looked at me with her gorgeous blue eyes she leaned down towards me “I would definitely agree, but I think you need to help Mommy first so I don’t have to tell anyone about our little secret”. My heart suddenly dropped, and I realized that she was not asking me to do this. The ‘secret’ she was referring to was more like our history, as this was not the first time I had been in this house. It all started about a year ago, when I acted on an impulse, and found a way to divulge in my pure love of disposable diapers. I’m not referring to ones meant for old people; I’m talking about toddler diapers. The ones that are loud, crinkly, and stretchy, with fun stickers on the front. The same ones that when you open a bag, your nostrils are filled with that sweet diaper perfume scent. I usually don’t have money, or a good way of discretely purchasing something like a package of diapers. So one day, I thought up a plan to create a fake scavenger hunt and have a diaper be one of the items on the list. I took my list to a couple of houses and received no answer at the door. I was about to give up and I knocked on one last house and this just happened to be where Miss Eve lived. Well, from the moment she answered the door, I was under her command and she took full advantage of this. She was incredibly beautiful, very kind, but also very manipulative. The first time she answered her door and I had told her about that special item on my list somehow she knew that it was really meant for me. Instead of simply saying no, or just handing me a diaper, she invited me inside. Now I’m guessing she only had diapers because she would babysit, but there is no way to know for sure. That day she diapered me herself, and made me use it right there in front of her. I remember that day clearly and how embarrassed I felt about being forced to use a diaper, but I also remember how much I loved being under her control. After I did as I was told she even checked to make sure I wasn’t lying. Then, she changed me into a fresh diaper, and sent me on my way. I was told to come see “Mommy” at any time. I tried to forget about the incident, but immediately fell in love with the diapers she provided. From the waistband, to the stretchy leg cuffs, to my loud crinkly waddle, I was addicted. The smell of these diapers was wildly intoxicating. After that incident, I realized I didn’t like actually using my diaper, but I found out very quickly that I didn’t make the rules, Mommy does. A couple of months later I was practically sprinting home from school to use the bathroom. Miss Eve stopped me and insisted that I use the one in her house. When I finally made it, the door was locked and I was told to use the one upstairs. When I opened the door I was amazed to find a complete nursery, with stacks of diapers, a large changing table, and even a crib. Miss Eve had followed me upstairs and locked the door behind us. She restrained me on the changing table and made it clear that I wasn’t going to make it to the big boy bathroom. She put a pink crinkly diaper on me and adjusted my posture so that she had a perfect view of when I couldn’t hold it any longer. She told me that if I was a “good boy” and made a “poopy diaper for Mommy” she would let me go. I tried to hold out as long as I could but she waited patiently, and checked my diaper several times. Trying to hold back with all of my might she watched while the lump formed under my bottom, and the front of my dry diaper slowly saturated with warmth. After telling me what a good boy I had been, she said that I was to be punished for trying to use a bathroom in Mommy’s house. She pulled me over her knee and spanked me on the back of my pink girly diaper. That day she did send me home, but not before one last squeeze of my diapered messy bottom, and a very seductive whisper, “Mommy hopes to see you again very soon.” That day I remember the feeling of helplessness I had and how she could make me do whatever she wanted to. I couldn’t help but love her amazing diapers, her nurturing demeanor, and the fact that she was Mommy and I was her good little boy. I found myself wanting to please her either so I could leave and escape the shame of her watching me dirty my diaper, or to get her approval that I was a good boy like she said. I had been to her house several times and I was usually forced to come in when she was outside as I walked home from school. Regardless of how she would manipulate me to submit to her, the end result was always the same. The look of satisfaction on her face and the warm mess inside of my diaper meant that Mommy was happy and my secret was safe. I hated that she knew about my diaper fascination because I felt like she was always teasing me about it. Sometimes, I would walk home with other kids in my class and we would see her and she would specifically say hi only to me. Other times, her diaper bag would be sitting on the porch with a diaper sticking out as if it were bait to lure me in. About a month ago, she took the embarrassment of what I was to do for her to a whole new level. I saw her that Saturday morning at the grocery store. She was extra nice to me that morning and offered a ride back to the neighborhood. To avoid a long walk back I agreed and we left. When we arrived she insisted that I stay for milk and cookies. I love cookies and since I had nothing to do I decided I would stay for a little bit. She said that it would be a little while so I could lie down on the couch and watch TV. As I laid there, I wondered if this was some plan of hers to get me in another messy situation. I could hear her gathering baking utensils in the kitchen as I slowly dozed off. I awoke from my nap and immediately realized I was no longer on the couch. Surrounded by tall wooden banisters, I recognized that the jail cell I was sitting in was a baby’s crib, but big enough for me. Was I still at Miss Eve’s? How long did I sleep for? I wondered. As I tried to roll over to look around I noticed that familiar sweet smell of diapers. The bulk between my legs made it hard to even move, and I knew I was no longer wearing the underwear I put on this morning. I rolled over onto my stomach and I could hear the rustle of my thick diaper underneath my blue onesie. Suddenly, I had a need to use the bathroom. I laid my head down for a second thinking that I had to get out of here. I was able to pull myself up so that I could stand. Just as I did, a beautiful woman walked in the room. She was about medium height with short dark brown hair and stunning green eyes. I noticed her creamy white legs and how well her chest filled out her shirt. “Hi there” She exclaimed in a very loving and giggly tone. Before I had a chance to respond she left the room and I heard her say “He is awake”. I stood trying to listen to what was being said when suddenly Miss Eve walked into the room. As she pulled her cooking apron over her head she tossed it on the railing of this very large crib. “Hi sleepy head” she gleamed. Her red t-shirt was squeezing her breasts together as she looked at me like this is normally how I take a nap. “What is going on? Why am I in this thing?” I cried. “Because I didn’t want my little boy having an accident on Mommy’s couch and so I can keep an eye on you” she whispered with an evil smile. My need to go to the bathroom started to increase. “But you have other people here” I whined. “Sweetie, those are Mommy’s friends from out of town. I told them about what a good boy you could be and they wanted to see”. “But you promised!” “Awe, honey, it is still our little secret, Jenny, and Brandi live very far away and will probably never see you again. I promise our secret is safe,” she said reassuringly. “Did you have a good nap?” she asked as she leaned down to unbutton the bottom snaps of the onesie. She gently turned me around and lifted the back flap of my pajamas. “Let’s check that diaper of yours”. I could feel as she squeezed the back of my diaper together at the leg cuffs. Then she used the palm of her hand to smush the diaper up against my bottom and test the consistency. Finally, she had one more test and I felt a hint of cold air as she pulled the top of the diaper away from my skin to peek down the back. “All dry!” she said. I was reminded of my urge to get to a toilet, and soon. Suddenly, it became too much and I winced with my knees in, holding the front of my diaper. I knew it was a mistake because Miss Eve noticed and smiled. “I really need to blow my nose, can I go to the bathroom?” I quickly asked. “Now I know you got a spankin for trying to go to the bathroom once before, are you wanting another one, or are you just needing Mommy’s attention?” she asked as sweet as can be. “But I want to get down!” I fussed. “Is that all?” she asked. “Well I do believe you know what Mommy wants in order to make that happen, don’t you?” Without even thinking I looked down and slowly nodded yes while I put my thumb in my mouth and started to suckle. She leaned down so she was face to face with me and pulled my chin up gently. “Are you gonna be a good boy for Mommy and her friends and make a stinky poopy diaper?“ She said it as if she already knew the answer. I nodded yes. As if I had no choice she said, “Mommy can guess it’s probably gonna be a soggy diaper too,” (as I was) still sucking my thumb. I nodded in agreement. “Good boy, now let’s take off that onesie so we can see what a mess you make.” She pulled the clothing off and pulled a t-shirt over my head. The shirt just barely covered the first row of teddy bears on the front of my diaper. Again, my sensation that signaled I should head to the bathroom got stronger and I didn’t have much time. I had to figure out a way to get out of this crib, and quickly, or I was going to fill my thick diaper while Mommy and her friends watched. Mommy left the room and a different girl walked in, and I decided I couldn’t hold it any longer. I grabbed the wooden pegs of the crib. I was facing the wall out of sheer embarrassment. I squatted slightly in hopes of keeping the mess in one spot in the back of the diaper and not all over me. “Eve!” the girl called out. “Are you goin potty?” Mommy said as she walked in the room. “Uh huh” I said as I started to lose control and push. I could feel the diaper area around my bottom slowly move away as I forced a mushy mess into the back of my diaper. “What a good boy!” Mommy said and I felt a hand gently mash the lump under my bottom. “Ok let’s see the front,” she said as she turned me around. I sucked my thumb, and gave in. The warm flood soaked the front of the diaper and it was immediately apparent how bad I had to go. “Oh my, what a soggy diaper this is,” Mommy said as she squeezed the bottom front of the saturated disposable. I was done, and too embarrassed to look at Mommy and her pretty friends. I tried to turn away ever so carefully so as not to make a bigger mess than I already had. I heard Mommy ask “Did you want some milk and cookies?” and I told her I did. She came back in and put a plate of chocolate cookies down. Then, she leaned down with that evil smile and said, “Maybe you should sit and eat them” knowing how much I was avoiding what was in the seat of the stinky diaper. Before I could react she picked me up under my arms and slowly sat me down. I could feel the gooey firmness of my mess smear all over my bottom and even squeeze between my legs. The damage was done, so I just sat and ate my snack. When I was done Mommy walked in. “Oh my, I think somebody has a poopy diaper!” she exclaimed. She stood me back on my feet gave another squeeze in the back and peeked into a leg cuff just to make sure. “Does my little boy need his diaper changed?” I nodded. “Mommy has to clean up the kitchen, so I will be back ok?” Just as I was starting to get upset, the same brown haired girl from before came in the room with a diaper and a tub of wipes in her hand. Embarrassed, I backed away from the front of the crib. “Hi pumpkin, don’t be shy. I’m Jenny and I’m here to make it all better, now let’s get you out of that dirty diaper” she said. She laid me down and pushed my shirt up exposing the soggy bulge in the front. As she pulled the tapes back I started to yawn. I closed my eyes while she changed me. Once she was done she closed the crib and I took a nap. I woke up a bit later and I was allowed to leave. Since that time I have been trying to come up with excuses of why I cannot come in. Miss Eve usually gets her way though because of my secret diaper love. As I realized again where I was, standing there in front of the boxes of diapers, she asked again, “So are you gonna be a big helper for Mommy?” I hesitated for a second. “How about we make a deal?” she asked. “You help Mommy by trying on a couple of diapers, and if you can stay completely dry by the time we are done you will be free to go”. “Is that just for today?” I asked. “Nope, you won’t ever have to come see Mommy if you don’t want to”. “Ok, but what’s the other part of the deal?” unsure of why I even wished to know. “If during our fitting you have to use your diapy and you can’t stay dry, you will have to do whatever Mommy says, and come inside whenever I ask”. I swallowed nervously, and agreed. This is my chance, I thought, to stop allowing her to control me. Plus, I didn’t need to go to the bathroom so I shouldn’t have any trouble staying dry. She went into the kitchen, “Are you thirsty? I have some juice”. I kind of needed something to drink but I knew it couldn’t be too much. “Sure, I’ll have a little” I said and she brought me out a glass. I slowly drank as she started to open one of the boxes. She pulled back the flaps and that magical smell filled the room. She pulled out a diaper that looked very familiar and I’m pretty sure I had worn one before at her house. “Ok sweetie, come lay down for Mommy.” I did as I was told hoping this would be the last time. She pulled off my pants and underwear and slid the diaper under my bottom. She pulled the front up between my legs and taped both sides. “All done, now stand up so Mommy can see”. As I got to my feet I felt something. I had to go to the bathroom. I was determined to forget about the sensation and make it through this dry. I could feel her behind me grabbing, and pulling at the diaper to check the snugness. “Well those fit great!” she said gleefully. “Uh huh,” I commented holding back the pressure that was building inside. “Why don’t we go upstairs to try on the others, that way if they are ok, I can put them away now.” I wasn’t going to make it upstairs, but I couldn’t let her know. “Go on up and wait for me honey, Mommy will be up in a second to try on the next one”. I practically sprinted up the stairs to try and figure out what I should do. I looked for a place to hide but there was nothing. Finally I realized that I had no other option. I stood next to the crib and watched in the mirror as the back of my diaper started to stick out further and further. The smell immediately filled the room and I knew I was caught. After that I figured there was no point in hiding so I went potty too filling up my once dry diaper. I just stood there, waiting to face Mommy and accept my fate. The door slowly opened, and there she stood as the smell immediately gave me away. She slowly walked over to me and kneeled down so she was at eye level. “Do you have something to tell Mommy?” she asked. I nodded as I put my head down and started to suck my thumb. “And what would that be?” she asked. I pulled my thumb out and looked at her, “I made a poopy diaper”. “Yes, you did, just like a good boy, what a stinky poopy diapy,” she said happily. “From looking at the front I would say that diaper is anything but dry honey.” I nodded in agreement. “Well Mommy can definitely smell it, but let’s just be sure shall we?” She stood up and leaned over me. She took her hand and slowly but firmly smushed the back of the diaper spreading the warm mess all over me. Then she pulled the back away to peek. “My goodness” She said. “You weren’t able to stay dry” she said in a very tragic and disappointing tone. “I tried Mommy!” I explained. “I know you did, but since you couldn’t, Mommy will be in charge going forward. I think it’s time for your nap honey, can you be a big helper and get Mommy what she needs to change your stinky diaper?” “Yea” I said. “Good boy, I’m gonna need some wipes, some powder, and a fresh diaper, feel free to grab a new diaper out of the box” she said. “I thought those were for the boy you babysit” I replied. She smiled “Sweetie, that boy is you. I knew you couldn’t stay dry, so all of those wonderful diapers are yours, and Mommy will make sure they get used.” I went and grabbed the supplies she had requested. When I got back, she was sitting on the floor waiting for me. “What a good little helper, come to Mommy” as she patted the floor in front of her. “Since you did so good we are going to get you out of that messy thing right now.” I didn’t say anything. She laid me down and slowly pulled back the tapes. I started to suck my thumb and slowly fell asleep knowing that I would be staying here for quite some time.

[arealabdljameslhie4life81]

“Oh, hi there! Welcome to our nursery! Would you like to play with your little friend Alex here? I’m sure you and he would have a great time playing with your blocks and toy trucks!

“What’s that, dear? Oh, that? What a silly question, honey - that’s Alex’s diaper! Yes, a diaper. I know you might think diapers are only for babies, but you see - Alex is still my big baby. Yes, he is! I know you might see him around the office and think he’s a big strong man, but really… he’s not. Here at home he’s simply my little baby, and I make all the rules for him. I decide when his bedtime is, what things he gets to eat and drink, how often he gets to be changed… Oh, you’re surprised? Of course, honey - all babies need their diapers changed! They simply don’t get to use the big boy potty - they don’t know how, and they don’t deserve to even try. Why should they? So instead, they make all their wetsies and messies right in their pants! Isn’t that right, baby Alex? Isn’t that right?

“Aww, he’s being shy now. I guess he didn’t expect to see a coworker drop by his house like this… but that’s okay! It’s good for him to be embarrassed sometimes, to let other people see what a silly little baby he truly is. Say, dearie, would you like to join him? I’ve got lots of extra diapers here, and I’m sure they’d fit you perfectly. What could be cuter than two little diaper butts playing around with their toys while their Mommy gets their supper ready?

“You’re not sure? Well, you won’t be sure until you try it, honey. Little Alex wasn’t sure at first either, but look at him now! He loves his diapers so much I don’t think I could ever potty train him again, even if I wanted to. He’s my little stinker now, and I like it that way. Come on - he’ll be so disappointed if his friend doesn’t play with him! Let’s go get you in a diaper too. Mommy can’t wait to see the two of you being so cute together!”

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[arealabdljameslhie4life81]

Go ahead, baby. Whine and moan, struggling to make your pathetic little voice heard from behind that pretty pacifier gag I’ve strapped in your mouth. Struggle for me. You know you want to! Why don’t you tug against those straps for me? Kick those legs, those pink-booted feet aimlessly, hopelessly flailing against the sides of the adorably babyish crib that is now your prison. Wriggle those trapped arms in that lovely pink straitjacket - so pretty and yet so uncompromising. Show me you have some fight left in you…for now. Resist me all you can, a little fly caught in a devious mommy spider’s web. Fight me, baby. It’s a losing battle, but that’s precisely why I want you to fight so much…

Oh, I know you can’t hear me. You can’t see me, or feel me. For all you know, I’ve abandoned you here, leaving you to your hapless fate. For all you know, you’re alone…and that’s why this is so delicious. Because while I watch you, devouring every beautiful shred of resistance you make, I know that in your panicked, bewildered mind you’re no longer fighting me…you’re fighting yourself.

Or rather, those things that soon will be a part of yourself. You’re fighting the sensory overload I’ve deliberately, carefully concocted to destroy the old you and remake you according to my design. You’re fighting the seductive audio washing untiringly into your captive ears, the hypnotic suggestions and domineering tones of my voice trickling incessantly and inevitably into your brain. You’re fighting the explosions of color on those screens I’ve secured over your pretty little eyes, the spirals dizzily dancing before you, drawing your gaze inward, their brilliance refusing to leave you in peace even if you do frantically try to shut them out. You’re fighting the rising tide of urine coursing down into your swelling bladder, desperately trying to refute the idea that you just might piss yourself, that a grown woman might actually have her control over even that so forcibly and humiliatingly removed… And you’re fighting your own mind, too. For from somewhere deep inside you, you’re hearing a tiny voice whispering that resistance is absolutely useless, that no matter how long you hold out you will inevitably cave in, that before the week is done you will have become nothing more than a vacant, brainwashed shell of your former self…your very brain overwritten with my own programming…your old personality morphing and transforming into what I want you to become…

Yet as you struggle, baby, you have no idea of the beauty that awaits you on the other side. You have no idea yet of the ways in which I will perfect you, training you and transforming you from that beautiful, sexy, independent young woman you think you want to be into an even more beautiful, sexy, docile, fully grown baby girl who lives only to please her mistress. You have no idea yet of how much mind-numbing pleasure awaits you in obedience, of the sheer joy I will force you to feel, of how beautiful you will become to me. With every swollen diaper you soak, and fill, and soak again… With every bottle you obediently drain and beg for more… With every waddle, every crawl, every helpless gurgle and coo you emit in your brainwashed stupor, you will thrill me ever more with your innocent, helpless beauty…

So fight me for now, baby. It’s only right. Put up every bit of resistance you can muster, and you just might be able to last a few days…but don’t worry. Mommy can wait.

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