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“Jessie… Jessie wake up! You’re wetting your pull-ups. Yes you are! I couldn’t sleep and I started hearing a hissing sound. And when I pulled your covers I saw the front of your diaper getting all yellow and warm. Look, even the stars on the front disappeared!”

“My mom told me you threw quite a fit when she suggested you should wear pull-ups since it was the first time you were staying over at our house. But I guess she was right after all… It’s a miracle you didn’t leak!”

“Well of course you didn’t realize, duh! That’s the whole point of wetting the bed! When your pee pee is not mature enough he doesn’t realize he can’t go potty at that moment. So he just lets go! And thank god you had your pull-ups, if not you would have wet all the bed!”

“Yes, I know we’re the same age, but do you see me wearing a diaper? No I’m not! Unlike you, I’m a big girl, and big girls wake up dry! But it’s okay baby, maybe you’re not ready for being a big kid yet.” 

“Wait, are you gonna cry? I see your lip quivering, you’re definitely gonna cry. Oh you really thought there was a chance for us to be something more than friends? Look Jessie, you’re cute and all, but I’ve always seen you more like a little brother than a potential boyfriend. You’ve always been quite immature. And you can’t prove me wrong dressed in a t-shirt and a wet pull-up, and two second away from bawling your eyes out.”

“Here, suck your thumb and try to calm down. This definitely is being too much for you.”

“Now why don’t we go tell my mom what happened? Here, take my hand. I want you to use your baby voice and tell her everything in detail: 

“Jen’s mommy, I had an accident. I was sleeping and I made a pee pee in my pull-ups. You were right, I’m not ready for sleepovers, and I’m not ready for big boy underwear either. Could you change me into a dry pair of pull-ups? And could you also please call my mommy so she can pick me up? I really miss her and I’m very afraid that if I don’t go back home to her I’ll have another pee pee accident and I’ll end up crying like the little boy I am” 

“You think you can do that? Uh-oh, I think someone already added a little bit more to his pull-ups!”

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*This is some kind of prequel to the previous story. Enjoy it!*

“Jessie, can you come to my room for a second? Listen, I was just talking to your mommy on the phone. I know you’re 18 years old already and next year you’ll be going to college. But I also know you’re not very used to stay in other people’s houses, specially at night. And I know as well it was a bit hard for you to leave your home today. Your mommy told me you were so nervous!”

“So I suggested her that you wear pull-ups tonight just in case. And she thought it was a great idea! What are pull-ups? Well, they are like your normal underwear but with a padding front made for protection. Oh no silly, they’re not diapers! Pull-ups are for big kids!”

“Awww you’re getting all shy because you don’t want Jen to see you like this? I think someone has a little crush on his friend… Don’t you think it’s more mature to admit you have to wear pull-ups just in case than throwing a fit? That’s what big boys do, and I’m sure you want Jen to think you’re a big boy, don’t you?”

“It’s okay, sleeping somewhere else can be scary. There’s nothing wrong with that. And being away from mommy is hard for you isn’t it? Awww look at how much you’re blushing!”

“Now why don’t you take those pants and undies off and let me get you into your pull-ups? It’ll be just in case, and if you manage not to wet them, we’ll just take them off tomorrow!”

“That’s a good boy! Oh, you can take your hands out of the way silly, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Awww, now I know why you were covering it! Oh no no, I think it’s umm… just a bit smaller than the average for a boy your age. But it’ll grow, maybe…”

“But you know what the good thing is? That it can fit really well in the pull-ups! That will be of course if you stop looking down at my breasts… Your pee pee is getting all swollen Jessie! That way we won’t be able to put you in your protection!”

“Besides, there’s nothing to see here little one! My breasts don’t produce milk for a baby like you to be interested in them! *giggling them* And even if they did, we have to keep you away from liquids! Unless you want to wet the bed in front of Jen…”

“Okay buddy, we better hurry up with the pull-up. I see it’s getting hard for you to look away, and we don’t want you to have a different kind of accident right in front of me, do you?”

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To The Rescue

Mommy: Help is on the way!

Alizabeth had sent that text message nearly thirty minutes ago, thirty minutes that seemed eternal for Jamie, who anxiously waited in a locked public bathroom. Thirty minutes of waiting in his current soaked state. Thirty minutes of trying not to remember Alizabeth’s concern that morning about him not being ready for the responsibility of training pants while out on his own. Thirty minutes of the ever-increasing noise from what he could only hope was a small line of others waiting for his exit.

“Excuse me, may I squeeze by?” His stomach dropped when the voice he heard was not that of Alizabeth but of Becca. Who, since the surprised unveiling of his big baby status a few weeks back, had gone from his lifelong best friend to a glorified babysitter, a role she all too often seemed overly eager to fulfill.

“You in there, Jamie? It’s Auntie Becca; mind opening the door?” Becca, not known for her ability to use an inside voice, kept true to her raucous nature even now, alerting the small shop to who she and Jamie both were.

Jamie, wanting to avoid further embarrassment and the disclosure of her personal information, unlocked and opened the door while doing his best to hide behind it.

“Why are you here? Where is Alizabeth?”

“Who?” Becca had taken on a rather annoying habit of not understanding him whenever he failed to use the appropriate honorifics for Alizabeth and herself.

“Mommy, where is she?”

“Honey Bear, she is at work and wouldn’t be able to make it in a reasonable amount of time. You should count your lucky stars that I was home and was able to get here quickly.”

“Quickly, it took you thirty minutes to get here!” Jamie had been much louder than he had meant, but the urge to match Becca’s loud nature was something he had always almost naturally tried to match.

“No sir, you will not raise your voice at me. I had to stop by your Mommy’s house and grab your diaper bag. Of course, if this is going to become a regular thing, maybe I need to keep a fully stocked bag at my place too.” At her current volume, Jamie was sure anyone near the door now realized the large pastel bag she had carried in with her was not some clunky purse but a fully stocked mobile changing station.

“Can you please keep it down? The entire shop is going to know what is happening in here?” His best hope at keeping some dignity for when he did eventually leave this restroom was to get her to quiet down.

“Is that how you ask someone to do something?”

“No, please lower your voice, Auntie Becca?”

“Better! Now let’s get you cleaned up and out of here.” With that, she began pulling out the needed supplies, beginning with his changing mat.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“Honey Bear, you’re too big for the changing station, and I’m not going to have you lie directly on the floor.”

“No, I mean, we don’t need any of that; just give me another pair of training pants.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, but your Mommy was pretty clear that you were to be in diapers for the remainder of the day.”

“Please!” Maybe if he at least asked nicely, she would allow it. Alizabeth would surely be more understanding if Becca went along with it.

“I don’t know; I would hate for you to get in trouble with your Mommy.”

“I could change into a diaper before she gets home. She wouldn’t know. Please, Auntie Becca." At this point he was willing to beg for her mercy, even if that mercy was just a slightly less embarrassing undergarment than a full-fledged diaper.

“Did I just hear that you want me to lie for you?

“It’s not a lie; we just wouldn’t tell her everything. At worst it is a small fib.

“Enough, on your back now, eyes on the ceiling!” Realizing he had overstepped in his suggested deception, he lay down, hoping that if he was well-behaved from here on out, Becca would at least not tell Alizabeth about it.

As he lay there, staring at the roof, he realized that a more terrifying aspect of Becca was now present, silence. Throughout their long friendship, Jamie had come to learn that when silence overtook her, it was best to do everything possible to get her mind off what had caused it.

“Umm, what were you up to today?” She remained silent as she slid his pants off and tore off the sides of his trainers.

“I could have just slid those off for you.” Maybe an attempt at assistance would break the silence.

“Mommy lets me put them on myself.” Nothing; Becca’s silence remained undeterred.

“Becca, I’m sorry, I…” Jamie had looked from the ceiling to Becca to make his apology, but he had not expected to be looking straight down her low-hanging collar, getting more than a peek at her floral-design bra.

“Really, first you ask me to lie, and now you’re perving on my chest!”

“No, I was trying to apologize; I didn’t know you were wearing such a revealing shirt.” Jamie, at least, could be relieved she had finally spoken, though her volume seemed to have reached new heights.

“First off, I told you to keep your eyes on the ceiling, and second, only a big baby prone to premature accidents would think this shirt is revealing.”

“I wouldn’t call them premature.”

“Says the big baby whose little thingy is really trying to show off for me now.” Jamie wanted to argue but knew a more prolonged look down her shirt would have proved her words true, so he turned his eyes back to the ceiling.

“Damn it!”

“What? I haven’t done anything else!”

“Do you want the bad news or the really bad news first?” Exasperated, Jamie could only imagine what he could have done now. He just wanted to be done with this interaction.

“Do you want the bad news or the really bad news first?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Well, the bag only has your nighttime diapers in it…”

“Great, I can waddle all the way home.”

“… and a onesie for a change of clothes.” A new wave of panic rushed over Jamie.

“What do you mean? I can’t go out there in just a onesie and literally the thickest diapers I have!”

“You may have to, I’m sorry, Honey Bear.”

“Maybe you can rush home or to a nearby store and grab something to wear; I can wait a bit longer here.” As if some unknown force had heard his willingness to wait and determined that he had held up the world long enough, a knock on the door and a polite voice asking if everything was okay ruined any such plan of further waiting.

“Doesn’t sound like that is going to work. Look, you only have to make it to the parking deck.” Becca had quickened her pace, giving little care to the sounds coming from her fluffing the diaper.

“The parking deck is like half a mile from here.”

“Lift up for me. I’m really sorry, but I don’t think there is anything else that can be done.” Becca had the diaper fastened on quicker than he thought possible and was pulling Jamie to a sitting position.

“Maybe you could go grab your car and come back. I’ll stay here.” Becca was already pulling the onesie over his head.

“I really don’t think anyone in the store is going to be okay with you taking even more time up in their bathroom. Can you stand for me so I can get to the snaps?” As Becca began work on the snaps, he glanced at himself in the mirror, taking in the full glory of the beige-colored onesie and the giant teddy bear on the chest area and the clearly oversized diaper peeking out through the leg holes.

He wondered if there was any silver lining to be pulled from this experience. There only seemed to be one, and with that he looked down at Becca on her knees, fidgeting with the snaps, and peered back down at her gaping shirt collar.

“Almost done, just let me see what I can do about it being so obvious.” As Becca did her best to help, Jamie knew that it was all for show; he knew there was no making his situation less obvious. This entire situation was ridiculous. Any other man with a woman on her knees in front of him would be getting serviced in a completely different way; there would be no need to sneak peeks, and no need to imagine her adjusting his diaper and onesie was something for more adult and pleasurable. He barely registered that his thumb had made its way to his mouth; he was so close, the entire situation fading from him, only a growing warmth, a warmth that was surely a prelude to an exploding pleasure, was felt in that moment; he only needed to keep imagining Becca’s prodding as something more seductive.

“Phew, glad we got you in that diaper.” Becca’s declaration pulled him from his daydream.

“Huh?” As the fog cleared from his brain, he realized that the growing warmth had been nothing more than him using his diaper for its intended purpose, and even now that he was aware, he was failing to stop himself from adding to it.

“Idwidntmeanto.”

“Aw, don’t worry about that, but maybe you would prefer your paci?” Jamie, realizing that his thumb was still securely in his mouth, pulled it out and tried to regain his composure, but before he could better explain himself, Becca had shoved a pacifier in his mouth.

“Let’s get out of here.” With that Becca took hold of Jamie’s hand and began leading him out the door, but just as they were stepping through the threshold into the knowing eyes of those who had patiently waited, Becca said without looking at him “Your Mommy is going to give you one sore tushie when she hears about your willingness to fib… and for peeking down my shirt twice.”

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Be sure to know your role

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Don’t fight it

Embrace it

Don’t resist it

Give into it

Just stare and

DROP

DROP

DROP

Let your mind go

POP

POP

POP

That’s it never stop

Just let your mind go

POP

POP

POP

Now before you go

You must always know

Keep your tits out and head empty

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turning your friends into bouncy, bubbly bimbos is so fun! no thinking, no worries, just bounce and obey. after all, good girls make more good girls!

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That's your purpose 😉

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When you find a feminist out in the world. You have a duty to correct her silly thoughts of "equality" and "feminism". Just fuck those thoughts out of her head, and soon she will start thinking about cooking, cleaning, and getting pregnant like a proper woman. So get out there and correct a feminist today!

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You know that you are just Men's property. So when a Man tells you to 'Get in the car Bitch'. You get in the car and offer to take your tits out for him. Then, while he drives off to somewhere. You can start thinking about your new life as his property.

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The more cows that are Mooooooooing the better. So do your best to help make more cows today!

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Life is so much simpler for you as an object. Someone plays dress up with you every morning. They then make you take embarrassing lewd photos to share online. They then finally fuck you silly like the bimbo sexdoll you are. And you couldn't be happier!

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I like might have this 'bias' thingie, becuz pink is totes my favorite color. But lyk, Bimbos just look so much better in Pink! It goes so well with their blond hair and empty heads. It also lyk, goes well their big fake tits as well!

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