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Costume Changes - Part 3

The first thing Lucy became aware of when she woke was the smell of pee. She slipped her hand down to her crotch and felt the wet overnight pull-up between her legs, resisting the urge to cry as she realised last night hadn’t just been some bizarre, terrible nightmare. The witch had changed her into a dry pull-up before putting her to sleep, but it seemed she’d also turned her into a bedwetter.

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes and trying to ignore her squishy underwear, Lucy looked around. Amber and Candace were nowhere to be seen, even though the witch had tucked the three crying girls into bed together. Nervously, she got out of the large, four-poster bed and tiptoed out of the spare bedroom, heading for the stairs. She wore a plain white t-shirt on top and nothing but her pissy pull-ups below the waist. Maybe she could sneak out. Maybe that’s what Amber and Candace had already done. But would they have really left her behind? Lucy’s lip wobbled and tears stung her eyes. Maybe they blamed her for getting them into this situation in the first place… She shook her head. Get a grip.

But as she crept down the stairs, she heard sounds coming from the kitchen. The witch’s cooing voice. “That’s a good baby, Candy! Who’s a good girl? Is that nummy? Does someone like her yum-yums?”

A happy gurgle answered her.

“I thought so! Mummy’s big, messy baby loves her nummy oatmeal. Even though she gets most of it all over herself, doesn’t she? Yes she does! Yes she does! Who’s Mummy’s messy princess?”

There was another gurgle, and in the background Lucy thought she heard a high-pitched moan. She reached the bottom and the stairs and moved slowly, fearfully, towards the kitchen door. She peeked inside, and felt her legs start to tremble beneath her.

Candace was sat in a massive high-chair, her mouth and cheeks covered with mushy food, and the witch was sat in front of her, feeding the young college student from a huge, steaming bowl of oatmeal.

“Open up, baby!” Candace opened her mouth wide and the witch slipped a large spoonful into her mouth. “That’s a good girl!”

Candace smacked her lips together noisily and dribbled oatmeal down her chin. She was naked but for a spattered bib that failed to cover her bare breasts, a pink bonnet that framed her beautiful face, and the big, white, clearly wet diaper that bulged around her waist. Her eyes looked empty and innocent.

Amber was sitting at the kitchen table too, with her legs spread wide, sucking her thumb lustily. Her other hand was in her panties. Her short schoolgirl skirt was flipped up, and Lucy could see that today’s pair were pale blue, and featured a Care Bear design. There was a noticeable wet patch on the front. Her eyes were rolled back in pleasure, but as Lucy watched, she bucked her hips and let out another whorish moan, then she blinked and looked at the kitchen door. “Like, hi, little sis!” she chirped, out of breath.

The witch turned around. “There you are, little one!” she said brightly, her eyes sparkling. “I thought you’d sleep all day! Come here, sweetie.”

Lucy’s body walked over to the woman obediently. She felt as if her insides had turned to water.

“What a soggy night you had, sweet girl!” the witch exclaimed, reaching down to give Lucy’s soaking wet Huggies a squeeze. “Look how much pee-pee there is in your pants!”

Lucy blushed. She wanted to shove the woman’s hands away, but all she could seem to do was stand there submissively while the witch slipped a finger into her training pants.

“We might need to think about putting you in something more absorbent for night-time, Lulu,” she said, removing her finger and wiping it on a kitchen cloth. “These pull-ups are soaked!”

“What’s wrong with Amber and Candace?” Lucy demanded, trying to sound braver than she felt, and fighting the urge to stare meekly at the floor and be a good girl for Mummy.

The witch smiled at her. “Nothing’s wrong, silly! This is how they’re meant to be. Candy can make all the messes she wants now. She can’t be held accountable for them, after all. She’s just a baby. Well, in her head at least. Just a big, messy, baby princess.” She stroked Candace’s golden hair, chuckling at the messy-faced young woman’s vacant expression. “And Amber will be much better off without her intelligence, and the know-it-all attitude that came along with it. She’s just a stupid, slutty schoolgirl now. Aren’t you, Amber?”

Amber looked up. She’d been busy groping her tits and sucking her thumb like she was giving it a particularly sloppy blowjob. She popped it out of her mouth and smiled vapidly at them. “Like, what did you say, Mum?” she asked.

The witch tittered. “Help your baby sister out of her highchair,” she instructed, “and take her into the living room to play. Don’t bother wiping her face. You know how much she loves being messy.”

“But Muuuum,” Amber whined, “I wanna, like, play with my pussy!” Lucy couldn’t believe that the young woman who had once been so smart and sensible was now little more than a childish, sex-crazed bimbo.

“Do as I say, young lady,” the witch said sternly. “If you’re going to be a dumb high-school dropout, the least you can do is help Mummy at home with your little sisters.”

Amber pouted but got to her feet and helped Candace out of her highchair. Candace stepped down onto the kitchen floor, her legs spread wide by the thickness of her oversized Pampers, but she hadn’t gone two steps towards the door when she stopped in her tracks, grunted loudly, and fell into a squat.

The witch’s tinkling laugh echoed around the kitchen again. Lucy just stared, horrified, as Candace, always so refined and polished, stuck out her bottom, screwed up her pretty face, and started pooping her pants like a two-year-old. With a crinkling sound, the seat of her nappy began to bulge outwards.

“Oh my God…” Lucy whispered.

Candace let out another unladylike grunt, and the back of her diaper drooped some more. She strained for another half a minute, her face still scrunched up and red with exertion, then she seemed to be finished, because she straightened up with a smile. “Poo-poo, Mama!” she announced happily. “Done poo-poo!”

“You certainly did, baby!” the witch gushed. “What a big mess you made in your nappy!”

Candace beamed with apparent pride, and Lucy felt her stomach roll.

“Off you go and play now, sweetie. Mummy will change you in an hour or so. I know how much you love squishing about in dirty diapers!”

Candace giggled and allowed herself to be led out of the room by Amber, who was back to slurping on her thumb obscenely.

“And now,” said the witch, turning to Lucy, “I think it’s about time you joined you friends, little one.”

Lucy backed away. “No…” she whimpered. “Please don’t make me… like them.”

“It’s only fair, Lulu,” said the witch, getting up and advancing on her slowly. “I can hardly punish the two of them and leave out the ringleader, can I?”

“Please, Mummy!” Lucy begged, tears leaking down her cheeks. “Don’t make me a baby!”

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” the witch said soothingly. “You’re not going to be a baby.”

“I… I won’t?”

“No.” The witch smiled, and her eyes glittered. “More of a toddler, really.” She tapped Lucy in the middle of her forehead.

At once, Lucy felt the tingling return, only this time it was far stronger. Her look of fear and panic faded from her face, to be replaced by a sweet, innocent smile. Her bladder released, drenching her already sopping wet pull-ups and causing them to overflow.

“Whoopsie!” Mummy sang, as pee-pee ran down Lucy’s bare legs and puddled on the floor beneath her. “Maybe pull-ups aren’t quite absorbent enough for you during the day either, little one!”

Lucy giggled. She put a finger in her mouth and sucked on it. “Had an acc-see-dent, Mummy!” she said.

“Not to worry, baby” Mummy cooed. “Mummy’s got plenty of nappies for her sweet little angel. I’ll get you all cleaned up, and then we’ll see about getting something in your cute little tummy, okay darling? I think a nice, warm bottle of milk will suit you just nicely. Come along now, Lulu!” She took Lucy by the hand and led her off for a change.

Lucy smiled at her Mummy. It didn’t bother her that they were around the same height. She knew she was still a very little girl. Mummy’s sweet little angel. And she always would be, forever and ever.

The End

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Costume Changes - Part 2

The three girls looked utterly ridiculous once the witch had helped them into their new costumes. Lucy’s angel costume was, if anything, more revealing than her devil outfit, but somehow it didn’t make her feel sexy. The white dress ended at her mid-thighs, and her pull-ups were just about visible through the semi-transparent fabric. The outline of her breasts were obvious too, and her nipples poked tents in the silky material, leaving no doubt that the innocent little angel was actually a fully grown woman. The wings and halo were added absurdities. She was almost jealous of what Amber got to wear.

The sensible librarian outfit was no more. In its place, Amber wore a skimpy schoolgirl costume. It had a short tartan skirt and a white blouse that tied in a knot under her breasts, which, Lucy noticed for the first time, were much larger than she’d expected. The bra that had kept them contained lay discarded on the floor, along with Amber’s plain white knickers. In place of her adult underwear, the frightened young woman wore childish My Little Pony panties. The witch had also gone to the trouble of turning her practical ponytail into two adorable pigtails sticking out of either side of her head like handlebars.

Candace had it worst. Her beautiful queen’s dress, commissioned at a high price with Daddy’s money just for tonight, lay crumpled in a heap on the floor along with her crown. Her new outfit was decidedly different. It was bright pink, and much cheaper-looking. The dress had a plasticky sheen to it, sequins dotted the collar and sleeves, and the skirt sparkled with glitter. Unlike her elegant blue gown, its flouncy hem barely reached past her waist, leaving her bulky, adult-sized Pampers on full display. They bulged between her legs, pushing her thighs apart and forcing her to stand slightly bow-legged. A plastic tiara sat on her head.

“Perfect!” the witch announced, looking them over with a pleased expression. “Isn’t that better? Now you can have some sweeties!”

“We don’t want sweets!” Lucy blurted, finding her courage. “Just let us go! Look, we’re sorry about tp’ing your house, okay?” She tried to take off her halo headband and throw it to the floor, but her hands wouldn’t obey her. She stomped her foot in frustration. “It was just a joke! It’s part of Halloween!”

The witch smiled. “And so it this, little one. Just because it’s Halloween, it doesn’t mean your actions don’t have consequences. If you play a trick on a witch, it’s only fair that she plays one on you in return.”

“You’re not a witch,” said Amber firmly. She too seemed to have found her voice. She adjusted her glasses and looked at the woman with a resolute look in her eyes. “There must have been something in the garden,” she said confidently. “Pressure sensors in the grass that released some kind of chemical to make us highly susceptible. I’m sure it’s nothing the police would have difficulty finding. So how about this – you let us go, and we promise not to press charges.”

The witch chuckled. “What an imagination you have, sweetie! But I’m afraid it’s just plain old magic.”

“If it’s magic, why can’t you just snap your fingers and make all the toilet paper disappear?” Candace demanded.

“It doesn’t work like that, baby,” she cooed. “But I’ll get it tidied up somehow. Don’t you worry. I know you’re far too little to clean up your own messes.”

“I can…” Candace hesitated. “I can arrange for someone come and clean it up if you let us go,” she finished, snobbishly.

The witch sighed. “I can see just changing your costumes wasn’t enough,” she said, shaking her head. “The three of you need some help acting the part as well.” Before they could say another word, she’d walked past and tapped each of them in the middle of their foreheads.

Lucy felt a strange tingling sensation start in her head, and Amber let out a gasp.

“What are you doing to me?” Candace squealed, clutching her own head.

“Just giving you some new behaviours,” said the witch. “Helping you be your true selves.”

Candace let out a shriek. She was staring down at her diapered crotch. The front of her white nappy was darkening, turning faintly yellow. It began to sag a little between her legs. “I’m peeing!” she cried, in a mixture of shock and disgust. “I can’t control it!”

“Of course you can’t,” the witch said happily, “You’re incontinent! Sorry, that’s quite a big word for such a silly little girl, isn’t it? It means you can’t control when you do a pee-pee or a poo-poo, so you’ll go right in your nappy just like the big baby you are. And it’s totally permanent!”

“No!” Candace screamed, looking panicked. “It can’t be!”

“I can assure you it is,” said the witch. “You’re just a silly, messy little princess now.”

“Ew, ew, ewww!” Candace cried, shifting from foot to foot as if she was trying to get away from the droopy wet Pampers dangling off her hips. “They’re awful! They’re so yucky and squishy!”

The witch let out a sweet laugh, and Lucy watched on in horror.

“Don’t, like, worry, Candy,” said Amber. “It not really, like, perma… permane… for forever. It’s just, ummm, ‘cause you’ve been drugged and stuff…” She frowned, and started to panic too. “What’s, like, wrong with me? Why can’t I talk good?”

“It’s not your fault, sweetie,” said the witch gently. “You’re just not that smart anymore. I thought you’d be better off as a bit of a dumb-dumb, so I took your intelligence away. You’re more of a high-school dropout than a college smarty-pants now. That’s forever too!”

“No!” Amber squealed, her eyes wide and terrified. “I need my smarts! That’s, like, who I am!”

“Don’t worry, silly girl,” said the witch. “A pretty thing like you doesn’t need to be smart. You’ve got your body. You’ve got your big boobies.”

“No, no, no!” Amber shook her head furiously, as if she were trying to clear it. “I, like, hate my stupid boobs! I hate it when people think I’m, like, a total bimbo just ‘cause they’re big! I’m smart! I’m a smarty-pants! Lulu, help me! I don’t wanna be a stupid schoolgirl!”

Lucy clenched her fists, fighting her fear. She didn’t yet know what the witch had done to her. But even though Candace could be stuck-up, and Amber could be a know-it-all, they were still supposed to be her friends, and if anyone was in charge of their little group, she was. “You’ve got to stop this!” she shouted at the witch. “This isn’t right! I don’t care how badly we messed up your lawn, it doesn’t mean it’s fair to do this! Undo what you’ve done and let us go!”

For half a second, a smile flashed across the witch’s face, then she put her hands on her hips and looked at her so sternly that Lucy felt a tiny bit of pee dribble into her pull-ups. “Bad girl!” the witch scolded, and Lucy was filled at once with a horrible mixture of fear and guilt. “You do not shout at Mummy, little one! We use our indoor voices when we’re indoors, young lady, unless you want to go over Mummy’s knee for a red bottom!”

Lucy soaked her Huggies. She could feel the warm pee-pee streaming into her training pants, spreading around her crotch and between her legs and even up towards her bottom, and she knew her flowers must be disappearing. She burst into tears. “I’m sorry, Mummy!” she blubbered, gasping and hiccupping. What was wrong with her?! “Please don’t spank me!” she wailed. She couldn’t help it. She could see Amber and Candace looking at her, mortified. The witch must have turned her into some kind of weak-willed, pants-wetting pansy!

The witch shushed her gently, her stern expression vanishing. “There, there, darling,” she cooed, pulling her into a cuddle. She reached and pressed her hand against the seat of Lucy’s toddler pants, feeling the heavy warmth there. “It’s okay. Mummy’s not going to spank you this time. Even though you have some problems with naughtiness, you’re Mummy’s sweet angel really, aren’t you, little one? You’re a sweet, helpless, meek little angel. And you always will be.”

“Waaaaaaah!”

“Well, I think that’s quite enough excitement for one night,” said the witch, looking over the three distraught young women with satisfaction. “We’ll have to save the trick or treat candy for tomorrow. Hopefully you’ll be better behaved by then. Alright, upstairs and ready for bed, girls! The three of you ought to be in dreamland by now in any case. It’s way past your bedtimes! But don’t worry, I’ve got lots of fun planned for tomorrow.”

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Costume Changes - Part 1

Three college girls perform a childish prank on a woman’s house on Halloween, not realising the occupant is an actual witch. The girls are helpless to resist when she instructs them to come inside, and to their horror they find themselves being permanently altered by her magic.

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“I’m not sure this is a good idea,” said Amber, glancing nervously at the front door of the house.

“Oh lighten up,” said Lucy, handing her a roll of toilet paper. “it’s just a bit of fun.”

“Yeah, don’t be such a downer,” said Candace, pausing her examination of her nails to accept a roll of toilet paper from Lucy herself. “TP’ing someone’s house is a Halloween staple.”

“But what if that woman comes out and catches us?” Amer asked anxiously, adjusting her glasses and glancing again at the front porch of the house. Fake cobwebs stretched between the wooden pillars, plastic bats hung down on strings, and numerous pumpkins were sat around on the ground, leering at them.

“We’ll be long gone before she realises what’s happened,” said Lucy, rolling her eyes impatiently. “Besides, what’s she gonna do? Chase after us? It’s her own fault for not giving us any candy. We did things properly, didn’t we? We said trick or treat, and if she won’t give us a treat, she gets a trick. That’s how it works.”

“Aren’t you three a little old for trick or treating?” Candace mocked, echoing what the woman in the witch’s outfit had told them when they’d knocked on her door. “I’d rather save these sweets for the kiddies. What a bitch!”

Lucy put her hands on her hips. She wore a devil costume with a red vinyl bodysuit, matching boots, and a horned hairband. “And now it’s time for a little Halloween justice,” she said, tossing back her sleek brown hair and smirking.

Amber fussed with the sensible cardigan and knee-length skirt of her librarian costume. “Alright,” she conceded. “I’m in.”

“Well now that Amber’s given us permission,” Candace said scornfully, “I guess we can start.” She was dressed in a flowing blue gown with a loose, revealing bodice. A very realistic crown sat in her golden hair.

“I was just saying-”

“Ugh, stop bickering!” Lucy snapped. “Let’s get on with this! When we’re done, we’ll head to the bar, okay? I could do with a drink, and warming up a little.” She shivered in the cool Autumn air. Her costume left her shoulders, arms, and most of her legs bare.

Lucy threw the first roll of toilet paper, looping it high over the squat tree in the woman’s front garden. Amber and Candace followed suit, covering the hedges and flowerbeds with toilet paper, some of which began to melt immediately on the damp leaves. They moved on to the house itself next, arming themselves from the plastic bag of toilet rolls they’d brought with them, and tossing them over the porch and up onto the tiled roof, leaving trails of increasingly soggy paper everywhere. Soon the three college students were giggling like schoolgirls. At least until the front door opened and light spilled out onto the lawn.

“Well, well, well, looks like I was wrong,” said the woman in the witch costume. “Maybe the three of you are just kiddies after all.”

“Run!” Lucy gasped. She could feel a giddy excitement bubbling up within her, and she let out a laugh. But it died in her throat almost instantly. Something was wrong. She’d tried to sprint away towards the street, but it was as if her legs were frozen in place. She couldn’t move! She looked around wildly and saw Amber and Candace in the same situation, both gawking at their feet in confusion.

“I don’t think so,” said the witch woman lightly. She let out a sweet, tinkling laugh that sent a shiver down Lucy’s spine. “My, my, look what a mess you’ve made!” Her eyes travelled over the garden, coming to rest on the place where Candace had stuffed a roll of toilet paper into a drain pipe. “What silly, messy girls you are!”

“What have you done to us?!” Lucy demanded. She tried her best to sound confident and calm, and not scared out of her wits, but her voice shook nonetheless. There was something freaky going on here. “Why can’t we move?!”

“Just a little freezing spell,” said the woman, gently. “I can’t have you running off, can I? Now let’s see, what do we have here…” She walked up to Lucy, whose heart was thumping rapidly in her chest. “A naughty little devil!” She examined the other girls. “A snobbish queen too. And a fussy librarian!” She laughed again, shaking her head. “No, no, no, I don’t think that’s right at all! Come inside, little ones. I have some costumes that will suit you much better.”

The witch woman turned around and walked back inside the house, and to her horror, Lucy found herself following after her. It was as though her body was on auto-pilot, acting totally without her permission. Amber and Candace followed too, and Lucy could see the expression of fear on Candace’s face, and the look of shock and disbelief on Amber’s.

“This isn’t possible,” Amber was whispering to herself. “This can’t be happening. She can’t be an actual witch…”

They crossed the threshold into the house, and the woman closed the door behind them. “Follow me, girls,” said happily, leading them on into the living room. Even on the inside, the house was covered in Halloween decorations, but otherwise it looked normal. Regular chairs and regular tables and regular wallpaper. No giant cauldrons or bloodstained pentagrams, no place they might be sacrificed or eaten alive. Still, just being out of control of her body was enough to frighten Lucy to her core.

“Halloween is my favourite night of the year,” said the witch, walking over to a large wooden chest that sat against the wall and kneeling down in front of it. She lifted the top, and a gold light emanated from within. Lucy, Amber, and Candace stood in a row watching her, glued to the spot. “It’s always fun seeing what people choose to dress as. I think it reflects something about our inner selves.” The girls exchanged frightened glances as the woman rooted around inside the chest. “But some people need a little help understanding who they really are.” The witch stood up and turned around, holding a bundle of clothes. “And that’s certainly true of you three.” She handed a sparkly pink mass to Candace. “That’s for you, sweetie. You’re not a queen, I’m afraid. Just an overgrown little princess.” She moved on to Amber, pushing something white and tartan into her arms. “And you might think you’re a big, smart librarian, young lady, but I know better. You might be in your twenties, but you’re not ready to be out of school just yet.” Then she reached Lucy, and she handed over something soft and silky and pure white. Lucy’s hands reached out to take it without her say-so. “A devil is completely the wrong costume for you, little one,” the witch said sweetly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I think you’re just an innocent little angel, aren’t you?”

Lucy looked down at the bundle she was holding. It was a wispy white dress, a pair of strap-on angel wings, and a fluffy halo attached to a hairband by a piece of wire. There was something else sitting on top, but for a moment she couldn’t comprehend what it was. Then the realisation came to her, and she felt her heart drop down into her stomach. Pull-ups. Soft and crinkly, with little flower designs for wetness indicators. A pair of Huggies pull-ups, just her size.

“For just-in-case,” said the witch, winking at her.

Lucy felt sick.

“But there’s nothing just-in-case about yours, is there, sweetie?” the witch cooed, looking over at Candace. Lucy followed the woman’s gaze and saw Candace looking stricken as she extracted something from the mass of pink frills she was holding. She unfurled it slowly and stared at it, horror-struck. “It’s only fitting for someone who clearly doesn’t know what toilet paper is for, don’t you think?” said the witch. “That will handle all your wees and poos.”

Candace blanched. She seemed unable to tear her eyes away from the enormous disposable diaper in her hands.

Lucy glanced at what Amber was holding. Resting on top of the tartan whatever-it-was was a pair of white panties with a My Little Pony design on the front. Amber was staring down at them intensely.

“Well come on, girls!” said the witch brightly, clapping her hands together twice. “Chop, chop! It’s time to change into your new outfits! Then we’ll see about some trick or treat candy!”

[emmy-does-stuff]

Things to say to your babygirl when she gets fussy about being put back in diapers:

She's new to wearing pull-ups:

"I know, of course you're not going to need it... but let's put this on just in case."

"If you don't have to use it, no big deal. Nobody will know either way."

“It’s just like regular underwear, but with a little extra protection. No one will be able to tell the difference.”

"Honey, did you forget to wipe after going to the bathroom? Your panties seem a little more damp than usual."

"We're going to be traveling, and we won't be near a toilet all day. This is just for emergencies, okay? Just in case you *really* have to go."

"Hey, it's better to be safe than sorry. We don't want a little leak to ruin your day, do we?"

"You get distracted sometimes, and that's okay. You've got a lot going on."

"Don't lie to me. We've had a couple of wet pull-ups over the last couple weeks, remember?"

"Better to have an accident in your pull-up than wet your pants, especially in front of your friends, huh?"

"Let's put this on for the movie so you can sit through the whole thing, okay? These long movies weren't made for tiny bladders like yours."

"This way, maybe you won't feel like you have to dehydrate yourself just to get through the day."

She starts wetting the bed:

"I just want you to sleep safe and sound at night and not have to worry about having an accident, or waking up in a puddle"

"Of course I'll change the sheets for you, it's no big deal. But we need to find a solution that helps you sleep better."

"You get so upset when you have your nighttime accidents. I think this is gonna make things easier."

It's one thing if you have an accident on our mattress, but we need to be considerate when you stay the night at your friend's house, or when we're traveling."

"You don’t want to wake up cold and uncomfortable, right? This is just to keep you cozy through the night."

“I know you don’t want to be changed in the middle of the night again. This will help you stay comfy all the way until morning.”

"Sweetie, we need to wear protection this afternoon, too, in case you fall asleep and have an accident in the car."

"Now you won't feel worried if you take a nap in the day. I know how sleepy you can get in the afternoon."

She's occasionally put in diapers:

"We're going on a long car ride, and we're not going to have time to stop much for you."

"It's gonna be a very busy day, and you're going to be too distracted to worry about making it to the bathroom"

"You've been working so hard at potty training this week. You deserve a little break time."

"You've been having some big accidents lately, sweetie, and pull-ups aren't cut out for that..."

"This is a very formal event, hun. We can't risk you having a leak."

"I'm at work, and I'm not going to be able to help remind you to use the potty for a couple hours. This is just to keep you protected until dinnertime."

"This is gonna be more convenient than getting you in and out of your pull-ups when you have an accident. Those are so hard to take off with your shoes on, huh?"

"I know you've been so stressed lately. You should have to worry about keeping your pants dry on top of all of that."

"Of course I'll still take you to the potty if you tell me you have to go, sweetie. The diaper's just there for all those other times."

She's fully back in diapers:

"I'm not sure if we should risk switching back to pull-ups today, sweetie pie."

"Sorry baby... I don't think you're quite ready for potty training at this point."

"Pull-ups are for big girls who can make it to the potty still. You haven't asked me to take you to the potty in weeks."

"We can try potty training you again, but we have to be at home. We can't risk you having a leak while we're out in public."

"Your friends all know you wear diapers at this point, honey bun. They'd be concerned about you leaking on their furniture if you showed up and *weren't* wearing one."

"You're wet down there pretty much all the time now. I should know... I'm the one who changes you."

"Awww, you think you can feel it? What a big girl you are! Thank you for telling Daddy. Now just use your diaper, and I'll change you later when we get home."

"You know, I might be more easily persuaded that you're mature enough for pull-ups... if you didn't act like such a baby every time you need to be changed."

You'd be making a much better case for training pants if you weren't standing there in a soaking wet diaper, sweetheart."

"It's easier for both of us if we just keep you protected. Let's not make a fuss."

"I'm not even sure if you always know when you're wet, sweetie pie. You don't seem to tell me before I check you..."

"'Why do I have to wear diapers?' Hm? You know the answer. You're just a little baby, that's why."

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Making Up for Lost Time (Remastered)

Another Halloween, another lovely opportunity to explore the bewitching, twisted, and the spooky of ab/dl fiction. Here's a remaster that was originally a caption story featuring DaddysDreamDoll, but has since had its images barred from Tumblr. DM me for the full version!

Now? Really!?

An exasperated Jane scrambled out of her bedroom to glance at the intercom. Of all the times, she thought, this had to be the absolute worst for someone to be at the door. 

Her evening had started out so well. She’d gotten herself all dolled up, put on her favorite jeans and top, - a pink tank with ‘Daddy’s Girl’ written on it, sure to amuse her boyfriend - and picked out the perfect tequila to bring to the night’s Halloween party. 

But things took a turn. Out of nowhere, the girl was overcome with a splitting headache, so strong that she struggled to walk straight. As she reached for drugs in her stupor, Jane felt an odd, warming sensation in her pants, one she realized far too late was the feeling of her wetting herself, ruining both her jeans and the thong she was hiding underneath. 

Now, to top it all off, there was someone at the door, and a very strange someone at that. Jane stared at the video feed for a few moments, bewildered at what seemed to be a slender older man, with curly white hair and a short, matching beard, dressed in a skipper hat and suit, both in garish carnival orange, blue, and white. A bizarre figure indeed, but one that gave Jane a distinct feeling of déjà vu. 

And then, the man spoke, in a voice the girl had not heard in many years:

“Good evening, Jane! Might I come in? It really has been far, far too long.”

“Oh no, no no no no no,”, the girl repeated to herself, backing slowly away from the intercom. Whatever this weirdo was on about, she didn’t have time for it now. Still nervous from the bizarre happenings of the evening, Jane could feel her heart pounding as she finally turned away. 

And then, as she lifted her head up towards her apartment door, the girl let out a piercing shriek, before raising a shaking arm up and pointing forward. 

There he was. The man Jane had just seen at the entryway had somehow come in without her noticing, through a door she was sure she kept locked. She could see now that he walked with an ornate cane, but it made him no less menacing in her eyes. 

“Oh, so sorry to scare you there,” the man began calmly, a slight drawl to his voice, “I hope it’s alright that I let myself in?”

“You… you…” Jane stammered, walking backwards on shaking legs towards her kitchen, careful not to lose sight of the intruder. “wh… why are you here? H… how did you get in here?”

“Now, Jane,” the man chuckled, clearly unphased by the girl’s nervous tone, “I already told you, I’m here to make up for lost time. And, you know, these things always find a way back to you.”

Jane’s eye twitched as she stealthily grabbed a knife with her right hand and took it behind her back. “Please get out,” she whimpered, moving cautiously back towards the man, “please…”

“Oh, heavens,” the man remarked, clearly in no rush to go anywhere, “it seems we’re off on the wrong foot. There’s no need to be scared. Though I do appreciate the welcoming gift!”

Confused, Jane scanned around to try to understand what the man was talking about, only to realize that his eyes were gesturing down towards her right hand… and the banana she was holding in it. 

The girl’s eyes widened in horror. Shaking, she dropped the fruit, staggered towards her couch, and fell onto its seat, the strength to stand upright now drained from her body. She wondered, was she dreaming? Had she gone mad? Or was this really some monster who had come to pay her a visit?

“Come now,” the man continued, taking a seat in the chair opposite Jane, “what’s gotten into you tonight? Was it the little accident you had? Is that still bothering you?”

With her mind racing, her heart pounding, and her head still throbbing, Jane slowly lifted her eyes towards her visitor. In all her frenzy, she had completely forgotten that she wet herself earlier, but now it was beginning to seem far less coincidental. “You.. did you do this to me?”

The man thought for a second. “No, no, I wouldn’t say that,” he smiled, “I suppose you did it to yourself, in a way. But I may have played a role, somewhere along the line.”

At this, the girl just stared, bug-eyed. 

The man cleared his throat. “Let me be abundantly clear here. I am not going to hurt you. I haven’t the slightest interest in anything like that. All I would like is to make up for a bit of lost time, to spend just a few hours this fine evening catching up with someone I’ve not seen in far too long.”

There it was again - where did she know him from? - but it didn’t matter. “Please,” she asked softly, finally beginning to calm down, “I’m sorry, but I don’t have time for… for whatever this is. I… I have places to be tonight.”

“Oh?” The man inquired, “a party of some sort, is it?”

Jane’s eyes widened for a brief moment. The man’s weirdness clearly wasn’t abating, but it was beginning to grow a little less surprising. “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes.”

“A Halloween party, eh? Still just can’t wait for your candy, I see.”

Jane raised an eyebrow. “Candy? Excuse me? For your information, it’s a grown up party.”

“Oh, I’m sure it is. Drinking, loud music, and I’m sure some time with that boyfriend of yours. But that, my dear, is just grown-up candy.”

The girl sighed. Whatever riddles this odd man was throwing at her, she just wanted to be done with. “What… what do you want from me?” She asked once more.

“Well, I told you, I just want a little bit of your time for us to catch up, that’s all.”

“And if I let you have that, then you’ll leave me alone? You’ll let me go to my party?”

“I will,” the man said.

Jane sighed once more, dropping her head downwards as she rested her arms at her knees. Whatever this weirdo is planning, I guess I’ll just have to play along for now, she determined.

Finally, the girl looked back up. “Fine.”

“Well,” the man smiled once more, “that’s all I needed to hear.”

With that, he snapped his fingers. And for a moment, Jane’s world went black. 

When Jane came to, she felt as if she had been asleep a long, long time. The pain in her head was gone, but seemed to have been replaced with a thick fog. The clammy feeling of cold, wet jeans was gone as well, though it too had been replaced by a slew of new sensations. Taking inventory of herself, the girl found that she was now wearing a short, lemon-patterned dress, a matching bonnet, a pair of mary-janes, a pair of tights, and something thick and crinkly underneath the tights…

Her first instinct was to suspect that she had been drugged, but a look at her surroundings indicated otherwise. The clock that hung over her kitchen mantle read almost exactly as it did before she was knocked out, and the sky outside her window still carried the same twilight hues. Either the man who had come into her apartment truly had magical powers, or she was dreaming - either way, kicking and screaming wouldn’t do her much good. 

“Wh-wh-why am I dressed like this?” she asked, lifting her eyes towards the man in the hat. 

“Well, to make up for lost time, my dear,” he replied, “do I really have to keep repeating that?”   

“By… dressing me up like a baby?” 

The man chuckled. “Yes, well, this is the time you most missed out on, you see. A treasured time of newfound wonder and joy, that warms the heart and fills the spirit of most any child. And yet you, my dear, were just so preoccupied with getting your candy, that you let these precious sands slip through your fingers.” 

Jane sighed. Again with the candy. “So… what do I do now?” she asked. 

“Well,” the man smiled, “we’ve got some letter blocks in there for you to play with. Why don’t you try spelling a few words?”

The girl raised her eyebrows. Indeed, in front of her was a small, wheeled box of wooden blocks. “And, if I spell some words for you, will you let me go to my party?”

Jane shrugged and picked up a block from the corner of the tray. Then, for a moment, she paused, tilting her head to look at what was on it. 

“Ummm, mister? What’s the picture on this block?”

“Oh, that?” the man answered, grinning ear to ear, “that would be the letter ‘P’.”

The girl blushed. This was going to be harder than she thought. 

****

“And this is the Y, right?” the girl asked excitedly.

“Very good! That is indeed the Y. Just like a wishbone, remember?”

“Mmmhmmm!” Jane smiled proudly. “And now I put it here?” she asked, gesturing to an empty space next to a B-A-B she had lined up. 

“Very good, young lady. And what does B-A-B-Y spell?”

The girl placed a finger squarely on her bottom lip - her favorite thinking pose - and tried for a few moments to sound the word out as the man had instructed. Bee-ay-bee-wh - baby! “Baby!” she squealed, clapping her hands and giddily jumping her knees up and down on the ground.   

That initial shock of not recognizing the letter ‘P’ had made it clear to Jane that this wouldn’t be easy, but she hadn’t expected it to be so much fun! Sure, the first spelling - “CAT” - was a complete mystery to the girl, who simply watched along as the friendly older man neatly ordered the blocks in front of her. But her initial worry that this was just some cruel joke was calmed when she recognized the ‘A’ (after a few gentle reminders) in the next word, “JANE.” By the time this third word came around, the rules and patterns of these strange shapes were beginning to come into view, and the girl patented her new thinking pose as she gazed in wide-eyed wonder at her guide’s explanation of the letter ‘B.’

The whole experience was a delightful surprise for the twenty-three-year-old, but perhaps the strangest part of this magic sense of seeing letters for the first time was how new it felt. Jane, who had long prided herself in a keen memory, simply could not recall having such a sense of wonder in her own childhood. It was, to her, completely novel, its feelings of discovery and accomplishment a warm treat. 

Jane was so enamored with it, in fact, that she entirely lost track of the time, considering it only when she caught a glimmer of the pitch-dark sky outside. Only then did the thought cross her mind that she might have forgotten about something…

The party!  

The revelation struck Jane suddenly, and without a second thought she grabbed for the receiver laid out beside her. 

“I’m sorry, mister,” she said to the man in the hat, “but I hafta call my boyfwiend ‘cause there’s a party an’ I really wanna go an’ I’m sorry, mister, but I hafta go, okay?”

To this, the man said nothing, smiling silently in his seat as he watched the girl try to make sense of the dial on her plastic phone. Sipping tea from his small, white cup - which had appeared, seemingly, from nowhere - he looked on as Jane spun the rotator back and forth and pressed anything that looked remotely like a button. 

And then, he saw the girl realize her mistake.       

Slowly, Jane put the receiver to the floor and stared for a few moments at the older man in front of her. In her eyes, tears began to well up, the harbingers of a coming. And then, finally, the girl began to scream. 

“YOU!” she cried out, jumping and stomping about the room, “You maded me a baby an’ now I’m gonna miss my party an’ it’s your fault an’ I really wanna go an’ now I can’t ‘cause I’m a dumb baby who can’t spell an’ can’t use a phone an’ an’...” 

With her fists balled up, the girl huffed and puffed, tears continuing to pour from her eyes. “I wanna go! I wanna go!” she continued, “I want my candy! I wa…”

All at once, the shouting stopped, and the girl froze, squatting down in the middle of the room. The girl was overcome with a sense of fullness in her stomach, and she realized quickly it would be too late to do anything about it. 

So she simply pushed. 

Shocked by the sudden embarrassment of such an accident, Jane didn’t even notice as she plopped her thumb into her mouth for comfort. Instead, she was transfixed at the way the growing mess pressed against her padding, and at the thought that she was so unaware this was coming. 

When she was done, the girl broke her wobbly squat and fell onto her rear. Her thick padding ensured it wouldn’t hurt, but the squish of the impact was a harsh reminder that brought the girl nearly back to tears. 

“Now then,” the man finally broke his silence, placing his teacup back on its tray, “where was this you wanted to go?”

Jane sniffled. “T-to the party.”

“And do you think,” the man asked frankly, “that that would be a good idea, to be going to a party in such a messy diaper?”

The girl scrunched her nose and shook her head. 

“That’s right,” he continued, “because you certainly would not want to embarrass yourself in front of all your friends like that, now, would you?”

“No,” the girl responded meekly, pouting as she shook her head. 

“Of course not. And you know, that’s not a very fun thought to think about. But would you like to hear something that is fun to think about?”

“Hmmmm?” the girl looked up, curious. 

The man in the knelt down beside the girl, bringing his face closer to her own. “That little accident you had,” he began, “that’s what happens when you haven’t quite figured out how to use the potty. But, just like with your letters, it’s something you can learn and get better, and better, and better at, over time.”

“Now,” he continued, placing his hand on the girl’s shoulder, “I want you to imagine completing your potty training. Sitting there, triumphantly on your pot, a bona fide big girl. Graduated from your diapers, graduated from your pull ups, ready to wear your big girl panties day or night, not afraid of any accidents at all. Can you think about that for me?”

Jane’s eyes widened as she tried to wrap her mind around what the man was saying. After what she had just done, filling her diaper without any semblance of warning or control, even getting to wear pull ups seemed a world away. But to be done with potty training altogether? She couldn’t even imagine how proud she’d be. 

Again, she tried to think back to what it felt like during her first potty training journey, but found nothing. Bizarrely, she could remember starting it - being seated on the potty as a clueless babe, unaware of what to do with it - but not reaching the end. 

“Well then,” the man said, a bright smile now firmly on his face, “what would you like to do next?”

The girl thought for a moment about her priorities. Lost as she was in aspiration and memory, she had completely lost track of how bad of an idea it was to be sitting down at a time like this, and how icky her bottom was beginning to feel. 

“Ummmm…” the girl blushed, “change?”

“A fresh diaper, eh? Alright, then, as you wish.”

And then it hit her. 

****

She could still hear herself whining that day. “Why can’t I go? Why can’t I go? Why? Why? Why?”

“Because,” her exasperated mother tried to tell her, “you’re too little. I’m sorry, sweetheart. Next year, I promise, we’ll take you trick-or-treating with the other kids.”

“But I wan it NOW!” little Jane cried, shaking her tiny fists. 

“Here,” she could hear her mother say, “if you stop crying, I’ll let you make a wish.”

Jane remembered looking around, bewildered, trying to understand what her mother meant. And she saw him, sitting in his booth, wearing the very same hat, the very same suit, the very same inviting smile. 

“Come on, honey,” her mother had said, gently helping the little girl out of her stroller, “why don’t we ask the nice wizard for something.” 

Holding her mother’s hand in front of the booth, Jane could remember gulping nervously before she spoke. “M-mister Wizard,” she began, “I wish… I wish I was a year older.”

“Do you, now?” he said then, “is it so you can go trick-or-treat, and get candy with the big kids?”

The younger Jane nodded shyly.

“Well, then, as you wish!” he declared, before twirling his hands about and sparking his wand. 

Jane could remember herself giggling while her mother smiled, both of them thinking it was all some great show. Jane could recall the sense of confusion she had as to why she had made that wish - after all, she was three years old, and already had a costume in mind for the night. 

Jane could also remember one of the strangest feelings she had ever felt - the sensation of nearly falling over as she sat back towards a stroller that was no longer there. It was a moment in her life that had baffled her for twenty years, and now she could finally, finally make sense of it.

Back in the present day, the older Jane blinked as if she had just woken from a dream. Slowly piecing everything together, the girl blushed as she tried once again to face the familiar man from the fair.

“Seems like someone’s been doing a little remembering,” he grinned. 

Jane nodded silently. Then, after a brief pause, she looked up and began to speak. “Ummm, Mister Wizard? Is it… is it okay if I go to bed now? I’m pretty tired.”

“Of course, dear, it’s been quite a long day for you.”

“Th-thank you,” the girl said, bowing slightly. “And, Mister Wizard? Thank you… for everything.” 

With that, the girl began to move towards her bedroom, knocking out quickly on her bed, not even realizing she was still diapered. 

When she awoke on the morning of November 1st, Jane came to a number of jarring realizations. First, that there was a pacifier still in her mouth. Second, that she was wearing a diaper, and quite a wet one from the feeling of it. And third, that she couldn’t read the posters on her bedroom wall, though she still felt some pride in making out the letter ‘A’. 

“Ah, you’re up!” a now familiar voice called, “I’m just about to be on my way, was lovely to catch up with you!”

“Ummmm, Mister Wizard?” Jane began, worriedly, “why am I still a baby?”

“Ah right, about that!” the man answered casually, “well, you see, while my work here is done, you unfortunately still have a year to make up for. So it’s going to be a little while for you - I certainly hope that boyfriend of yours doesn’t mind changing diapers. Cheerio!”

With that, the man left through the door.

Jane, meanwhile, lay still on the bed, slowly taking in what she had just learned. It was a lot to figure out, but most urgent to her was the question of what she would be having for breakfast. She was in no state to cook, after all, and she really didn’t feel like eating candy.  

[emmy-does-stuff]

It’s Okay to Be Weird!

It’s been said before, but it can never be said enough.

I’ve been in and around ab/dl for over a decade, and I’ve seen a lot. I’ve seen daddies and mommies and ABs and DLs and LGs and LBs and switches and a whole lot in between, and one thing is clear: all this is complicated, and it’s hard to make sense of. 

So how do you deal with being an ab/dl, or liking any other sort of unusual kink or lifestyle? Well, you could look at a guide that tries to tell you what you are based on a few basic questions (and I’m not making light of these guides - they can help, to some extent), or you can remember these things:

1. It’s okay to not fit in to other people’s definitions of what you should be.

2. It’s okay to not understand exactly what you want or what you like or what you are, or why. Not everything is rational.

3. It’s okay to ask questions. Other people might not share all your feelings and ideas, but you can still learn a lot from the journeys they’ve taken.

At the end of the day, we’re all weird, some a bit more visibly than others. And that’s okay. It’s hard for anyone to understand themselves, where they fit in, and all that jazz, but it’s way harder to try to figure it out alone. So embrace your weirdness, question your weirdness, and find people to talk to about it, so that you can better explore it. You’ll be glad you did.

[emmy-does-stuff]

Choice

TW: Dark Ageplay, Diapers, Messy, Wet, CNC

I sit, staring up at her from my seat in my crib. Tears of anger, sadness, humiliation, and fear roll down my cheeks. The smell of my own mess assaults my nostrils.

Her fingers wrap around my chin, tilting my head up so I am forced to make eye contact with her.

"What's wrong, baby, you said you never wanted to work again. This is the price."

I whimpered into my pacifier gag and released my bladder into my thirsty diaper yet again.

I was fated to be her overgrown infant forever, and she would never let me forget it was by my own choice.

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Caption by Humiliation Elation

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Little things

-Make me ask you to go potty. If I don’t, punish me. Remind me to go. -Check me to see if I’m wet, even if I’m not diapered. Even in public. -Embarrass the fuck out of me, it’s hot. -Stand me in the corner when im bad. -Make me stand there till I wet my diaper. -Grab my butt whenever you like. -Force me into diapers. -Spank me and tell me how naughty I am. -Make me call you mommy all the time. -Tease me, whenever you want. -Make me ask and beg for everything. -Tell me off for playing or coming without permission. -Ask me if I’ve had any accidents lately.

[emmy-does-stuff]

not enough forced regression. not enough "You're throwing a tantrum over being put in your baby space so obviously you're too immature to be an adult" and "you wet yourself (after I tied you up for hours) so you obviously need diapers" and "see, you're not even trying to get out of your diapers (because your fists are in mittens) so you know you need this" and pacifier gags and etc etc

[emmy-does-stuff]

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I’ve made significant progress with my patient. She’d been so fiery when first admitted. So full of that vim and vigor to prove our experiment was a sham. That the efforts of our lab amounted to nothing more than the deluded dream of a washed-up neuroscientist making a last attempt at fame. That was months ago. The results have been… extremely gratifying.

“Pee pee, Mommy…”

I smile softly. “Shh, dear. It’s time for your bottle.”

She squirmed with discomfort. “Buh- mama… pee pee.” She began to pout, eyes watering.

I slip the bottle between her trembling lips and her whine cuts off, replaced by the sweet sound of suckling.

The compound worked even better than I expected. An autonomic stimulant of my own design that heightened certain instinctual behaviors beyond conscious control. The patient was totally incontinent after 72 hours of administration l. I remember her throwing quite the tantrum in our nursery ward at the time, throwing stuffed animals about the room while avoiding the frantic efforts of our nurses to re-diaper her. I still had the footage. Maybe I would show her some time.

She moaned quietly as she drank. Her hips began to move. Back and forth, trying to push into the wet padding encasing her most precious bits.

The patient’s libido had also, of course, been altered quite a bit over the course of her treatment. With the re mapping of her neuronal pathways and the amplified state of her instincts, the patient has developed quite a… interesting relationship with her condition. While she had protested and complained loudly when I or another of the staff interacted with her, it was only a childish effort to disguise her true feelings. We consistently found camera footage showing her devious little hands down the front of her diapers, particularly when they were wet. To dispel any feelings of modesty or maturity that made her engage in such petulant attempts at deception, we have assiduously curbed this behavior. She is now completely reliant on I or one of the nurses for any kind of release. The strategy was highly effective.

Milk ran down the corner of her chin. Her eyes met mine. They were wide and full of pleading. I obliged her silent entreaties, gently kneading the sodden padding.

“Ooo… Mommy…” She looked up through lidded eyes, enjoying the tingling sensations shooting from her denied kitty. 

“Good girl. You love your wet diapers, don’t you?”

She ran her tongue over the nipple of the bottle. She began to softly bite as she sucked. “Mmmf, yeff- mma.”

The poor young woman is in a near constant state of arousal now. A strict regimen of careful touching during changes, frustratingly thick diapers, and restricted movement ensures she stays that way. It has done wonders to improve her compliance.

“Would you like Mommy to get the wand,” I ask sweetly.

I see her eyes smolder with desire. She meekly nods her head.

The bottle is halfway gone. She knows I won’t move until its empty. Her sucking intensifies, spurred on by the potential reward.  

She’s such a well-behaved girl now. It will be a terrible shame when our trial runs its course. I’m going to miss looking into those beautiful little eyes. Tying her down. Teasing her, seeing that innocent, helpless need within…

I grin as the idea comes to me. A brilliant, wicked thought bursting into existence. Yes… I could make it work.

“Keep sucking, little lemon. Drink up all your medicine. That’s it. Just let all those big girl thoughts wash away… Right into your nice, warm diapy.”

I made a mental note to contact Martin in our supply and logistics department. I felt a thrill of excitement as I looked down on my frustrated, docile baby girl. I was going to need a bit of help moving her nursery into my- ahem, her, new home.  

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[emmy-does-stuff]

Obsessed with the idea of a dom forcing their sub to wear a diaper and not allowing them to use the toilet. The sub thinks it's humiliating and refuses to use it, so they just hold their piss all day. But when the sub inevitably can't take it anymore and begins to wet their diaper, the dom acts like it's proof that they needed it because what adult can't hold their bladder?

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"Mommy! Don't check my diaper in public. It's so embarrassing, someone might see and-"

"Don't worry honey, people can already tell you're a diaper-wearing baby. Maybe if you could keep your pants dry I wouldn't feel the need to check you in public."

"But Mommy I-"

"Don't argue with me baby, or else I'll start changing you in public too."

[emmy-does-stuff]

Good thing there is a booster in there

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He took me by the hand, leading me up the staircase to our bedroom. His bedroom now. As he slowly removed his belt, uninvited fear showed up to keep my shame and humiliation company. I knew what came next.. I'd been explicitly told that if I had one more accident in my big girl panties that there would be consequences. Pull-ups and a spanking were inevitable at this point.

Whyyyy did I let myself get distracted?? He'd say it's because I'm "just a little girl" but it's not my fault the cartoons he made me watch were so engaging. We reached the bedroom; The place we used to have adult fun time for hours and hours, but those days seemed like they were long gone now. I can't even remember the last time we-

My train of thought was interrupted as he took off my shirt without warning, revealing my pretty white lace bralette. He shook his head almost imperceptibly as he took that off as well, throwing the garment aside. He'd previously expressed that I couldn't fill out a bra properly and that it was pointless for me to wear one. I just wanted to feel sexy and mature like any other 23 year old. Clearly he didn't think that was in the cards for me.

He continued undressing me until I was wearing nothing but my soaked panties. He stood there for a minute observing me standing still in fright, as if to let me really bask in how humiliating this situation was. Unbeknownst to me, fresh warmth began to trickle into my panties once more. He didn't react, and I didn't notice, too consumed by the fear of being spanked and demoted to pull-ups.

He laid a plastic mat on the bed, and then laid me onto it tummy down so I was in the spanking position. My small but tender chest was cold against the crinkly plastic giving me goosebumps. I closed my eyes, waiting for the impact, but after a few minutes with no spanking I got confused. I slightly opened my eyes and looked to the side. I saw daddy kneeling next to the bed. Just as I started to wonder what he was doing, he began to stand up. I quickly shut my eyes once more, preparing for the worst.

I felt two hands slide themselves between my midriff and the changing mat, and I was flipped over onto my back. He must have seen the confusion in my expression because he said "I was going to give you a spanking but I'm not sure that's appropriate for one as little as you". I was unsure why I was being let off the hook, but a sense of unease mixed with my relief at not being spanked. I must have still looked a bit puzzled because he chuckled, bemused.

"Did you really not notice sweetheart?". My heart sunk.

"um.. n-notice what daddy?"

He smiled wider, a look that made my heart sink even further. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a towel and stain remover on the ground. "Well sweetie.. I'm sorry to say, but you had another accident while I was getting you undressed".

Shocked, I reacted instinctually "B- bu.. wha..?? Nooo I didn't! I woulda felt it!!" Little did I know that my defensive denial only served to reinforce the decision he'd made; The decision that was about to be revealed to me.

"Awww" he cooed. "You actually believe that don't you? If you didn't have another accident then why is the carpet wet right here hmm?"

The truth hit me like a truck. His point was simple but irrefutable. I couldn't believe I'd actually wet myself without even noticing, but I had to try and salvage the situation. If I didn't, I'd probably have to wear pull-ups for at least a month.

"um.. maybe the um.. ceiling is leaky?" I suggested timidly

He glanced up at the bone dry ceiling "I don't know Lena.. the ceiling looks pretty dry to me. How about we lift you up there so you can feel if it's wet!" he said, as if entertaining a toddlers wild story. I blushed, feeling more and more like a silly little girl by the second. Why did I say that???

Without further warning I was lifted off the bed and sat on his shoulders. "Go ahead sweetheart, tell me if the ceiling is wet, feel it with your hands" he prompted. I gingerly reached out to feel the ceiling. "It's dry daddy.."

"Dry? That's weird because I feel something a bit wet on my neck. Can you try to see where that's coming from?"

My face was as red as a firetruck. "Um.. it's um.. it's..." he rubbed my leg encouragingly "go on sweetie, what is it?" In a very small voice, I answered "it's my p-panties daddy.. my panties are wet.."

I felt his strong arms lift me off of his shoulders, and a moment later found myself laid back down on the plastic mat. Before I could react, he slid my twice soaked panties down my legs, placing them on the edge of the plastic mat.

"Don't move pumpkin I'll be right back"

He left the room and almost immediately my mind started racing. Surely he'd gone to fetch the pull-ups. I couldn't believe this was happening. How did I let this happen? Why didn't I feel the second accident?? I can't let this happen, I've gotta-

My stream of thought was broken as Daddy re-entered the room with a bag that had an outline of a large squarish package.

"Daddy pleaseee.. please don't make me wear p-pull-ups.. I promise I'll make it to the potty from now on, I don't know what happened but it's not my fault! I jus-"

He smiled lovingly, sitting down on the bed beside me.

"I know it's not your fault sweetie, that's why I didn't want to spank you. You just couldn't help it, and that's totally ok, but we need to be more.. equipped to handle these situations ok?"

His voice was gentle, but I knew what this meant. There was no sugar coating it.

"Please Daddy.. please don't make me wear pull-ups..."

His gentle smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly regained composure.

"I'm sorry little one, you're not going to like this, but I don't think you're quite ready for pull-ups yet".

He pulled the package out of the bag, and I saw that it wasn't the pack of pull-ups I'd convinced myself it was, but a package of full on diapers, tapes and all.

Tearing up, I pleaded "Daddy p-please, I really-"

"Hush baby" he said, not unkindly, but with a tone that commanded obedience.

I fell silent but for the sniffles that followed my tears. I felt myself being wiped clean, the cloth cold against my sensitive skin. I closed my eyes tightly, willing myself to wake up from this nightmare, but the sensation I felt next was all too real.

My legs and bum were lifted slightly and when I was laid back down, it was on top of the soft padding of the diaper. My diaper...

He brought the sides together, taping it snugly in place.

The implications of my situation were now starting to catch up to my raw emotions. The diaper was thick between my legs, and crinkled audibly at the slightest movement. It was decorated with care bears and stars, and came up almost to my belly button.

At least with pull-ups they would have been reasonably discreet with the right precautions taken, but there was no hiding these things.

"All done sweetie pie" Daddy said with a bright smile. It was like he was talking to an actual 2 year old, and made my stomach squirm.

He stood me up and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I really did look just like any other 2 year old, albeit a bit bigger.

He helped me into my hello kitty pjs, sliding them up my legs and over my diaper. There was an obvious bulge, and you could just make out the designs on the diaper through the pjs.

"Look baby, your favourite jammies still fit over your new diapers!" he said, clearly trying to lift my spirits. I couldn't speak. This was too much, I felt more little than ever before, and in this moment something as complicated as coherent speech was beyond me. "I think someone's a bit sleepy" Daddy said, acknowledging my lack of a response.

He took my hand, and led me out of his bedroom, and into mine where I was tucked into bed wearing just my pj legs and diaper.

"Daddy.. how long do I hafta wear..."

"How long do you have to wear diapers?" he prompted, and I nodded my head. "We'll have to see sweetie, but it doesn't look like you're going to be ready for big girl panties any time soon. Maybe in a few months if you're having less accidents we can try pull-ups, but for the foreseeable future you'll be wearing diapers day and night.

I started to argue but he held a finger to my lips.

"There she is" He said quietly with a small chuckle to himself.

"You need to rest little one. I know this has been difficult for you, and after all that crying you must be exhausted. I need you to get some sleep so you'll be ready to meet your new babysitter tomorrow".

His finger could not contain my shock.

"A babysitter?!??"

END OF PART 1

[emmy-does-stuff]

okay but as a little who loves both pull ups and diapers and onesies. the thought of wearing a pull up and allowed to try to make it to the potty is always a good one but the thought of not being allowed to undo the snaps yourself and having to ask your cg to undo them and then go? that’s even better so like you stand beside them really really having to go potty and asking them to take the snaps off and they’re on the phone or something and they just shoo you off so you have an “accident” and then get out back into fluffy thick diapers for having a wet pull up? 🫠🫠🫠🫠