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I couldn't wait to share this one. I love the idea of it being soooooo massive and her just soooooo proud of herself. I mean she did a good job...

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Gazing

“Alizabeth, please don’t do this.” Jamie’s wife had promised that he would be awarded with a long-overdue treat this weekend. His mind, of course, went immediately to the physical; it had been months… But now, as he lay on his back, legs spread, in a soaked Little King, looking up not only at his wife but also at his lifelong friend Becca, the long overdue treat did not appear to be that at all.

“I don’t usually make him stay in his night diapers this long in the morning; I know how yucky they can feel, but I was sure you would want to see how little Jamie starts his day.” Becca didn’t say anything but gave a slight nod, her eyes never leaving the sight of Jamie, who looked as though he would melt to nothing from something so secret being brought out into the open.

“Now, before I even start the change, I mark his potty chart.” Alizabeth walks to the far wall of the makeshift nursery and grabs the chart that showed his steady transformation into a diaper-dependent baby. “Hmm, let’s see, how did Jamie’s diapee fare?” As if it wasn’t obvious to anyone in the room that the diaper had been thoroughly soaked, but still she went through the usual poking and prodding, declaring, “... looks like someone has earned another raindrop sticker.” Becca’s eye finally looked from Jamie, registering the chart, noticing only the occasional sun sticker appearing amongst the sea of raindrops, before her gaze drifted back to her friend.

“Though, there does appear to be a little room left in it. Jamie, do you think you could fill this diaper up for Mommy? Alizabeth could not mean that she wanted him to mess himself; he couldn’t, he wouldn’t, but before he could raise any protest, she had pushed his legs together, working his knees to and from his chest, occasionally massaging his abdomen. He knew from prior experience that a messy diaper was all but guaranteed; the best he could hope for was Alizabeth allowing him the dignity of at least escaping Becca’s stare.

“Lizzy… please… please let me do this in priva.. ” The final word, cut off by the unmistakable sound of a messy release, followed by only the slightest whimper of defeat from Jamie, what else could he say or do anyway? He felt small and wanted, needed, a change. “Lizzy. I... I think I’m done.” He kept his view focused only on Alizabeth, looking at what he was sure was a look of disgust from Becca that would only lead to nothing but tears from himself.

“Done? What do you mean? There is still a little room left in there, and Mommy did promise you a treat." The horror that she fully intended for him to use his diaper fully was too much; his hands rushed to hide his face.

“Becca, did you know that Jamie loves making little stickies in his diaper? It has to be his favorite diaper time activity.” Maybe it was a burst of adrenaline that gave him the bravery that helped him not only peek through his fingers but even offer resistance. “I don’t like it! Mommy makes me do it!”

“Hush, there is no reason to fib just because you have a friend over. I used to catch him all the time mounting his stuffies, pretending he was some kind of big boy, and now he isn’t allowed to be unsupervised with any of them. Stuffie time was too much responsibility for little Jamie; now he only gets diaper rubs." Alizabeth began to gently push down on the front of his diaper, and even though he would not have freely told the two women, his excitement was immediately apparent to Mommy's touch.

“Well, I would swear I feel an excited thingy; that's weird for someone who was just yelling they don’t like making stickies.” As she began to gently rub his diaper, the world around him began to lose importance, and with that he, almost subconsciously, began to push into her hand, wanting just a little more pressure. He was so close.

“That’s right, Jamie, show Mommy and Becca what a big baby you are.” Hearing Becca’s name, Jamie was brought back to reality, halting his grinding of Mommy’s hand. The burning of Becca’s glare once again felt, but still he was unable to look at her; he squeezed his eyes shut. “Mommy, make Becca leave, please!” The pressure from Mommy’s hand relented, and though he did not open his eyes, he could feel the two of them staring, taking his current state in fully. Then unannounced, the pressure and rubbing returned with vigor. His resistance and dignity spent, he pushed hard into the hand, his back arching and legs going stiff, and with the moment of explosion within mere seconds of happening, he allowed himself the slightest of peeks of his gorgeous Mommy. Greeted by the sight of Becca having switched with Mommy, her hand delivering the treat. “Make stickies for Auntie Becca.”  

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“Soon, you’re going to be flooding that diaper whether you want to or not little boy! I don’t appreciate bratty little boys who think it’s okay to disobey daddy. It’s time to teach you a lesson about who is in control and there is no better way to accomplish this than making you wet yourself. So, when your diaper is drenched, sagging between your legs and you’re crying about it… that’s when I’ll consider removing the cuffs and changing you. That ought to fix your attitude real quick”

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As you laid on the floor, playing Animal Crossing on your switch, you almost forgot about your new life.

Your life filled with pacifiers, diaper changes, tummy time, car seats, and high chairs.

Your life full of more blushes and cuddles than you could even count.

The life that Papa has worked so hard to immerse you in.

But, right now, tummy on the floor, decorating your little virtual house, you could almost believe you were a real adult again, just like you were before Papa.

At least, you could until you felt a rush of cold air brush the suddenly exposed skin of your cute little tushy.

"I thought I smelt something in here! Come on, baby! Let's get that icky bottom changed!" Papa said as he lifted you into the air without waiting for your permission.

You softly whined behind your paci as the illusion was broken. The feeling of the soft bulb filling your mouth returned. The sound of the crinkle every time you moved popped back into your awareness. And the smell from your messy diaper overwhelmed you.

As Papa bounced you on his hip and laid you on the changing table you closed your eyes and tried to capture the feeling of that fleeting moment of normalcy again.

However, as you felt the cool wet wipe caress your bottom, little space overtook you again. And, you had to wonder, when, if ever, would you feel big again?

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Pure cuteness

Your Nursery Crush

She's been the center of your attention since you arrived at Re-School. She arrived a few weeks before you, and it shows. Her regression seems to be quite far along, there isn't much of her adult self left ... But she's beautiful, and you can't get her out of your head! You love the way her pigtails bob when she bounces to the intro to Bluey. You love the way she sucks her paci in the same rhythm as a slow, gentle heartbeat. You can't help but want to hold her hand, or share a crib at naptime... Or even ask for more advanced classes to shrink down to her level faster. You want desperately to share in her infantile joy! Building blocks with her and giggling when they fall. Maybe Nana could feed you both your bottles in each of her arms while you fall asleep. With. Her.

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I Want to Be Normal (AB/DL Short Story)

Cereal.

Milk.

Spoon.

Cassius didn’t want to admit to himself that a bowl of Frooty Swirls would be the highlight of his day off, but he couldn’t think of what else would top it. His slim selection of friends were busy, or lived on the internet, accessible only through his phone, so his free time would be used to run errands and binge re-runs. At least the cereal was crunchy and sweet. 

He checked his phone, scrolling social media as he chewed the froot-flavored cereal. Someone had posted a picture from an ABDL meetup, showing three diapered butts arranged in a row, with a caption about how awesome their week had been. 

He felt the impulse to leave a reply, but had no idea what to say. Jealousy overwhelmed his feelings, and Cassius knew that if he tried to respond, he’d just come off as lonely, so he scrolled away. 

It didn’t help. Someone else was talking about how nice their Mommy was. Another user was bragging about both his Littles. Everyone had friends, or partners, or just someone. 

Everyone except Cassius.

He had his Frooty Swirls. 

He’d gone to a few meetups and munches, but social anxiety had left him paralyzed and quiet throughout–he’d barely said a word, and doubted that anyone liked him or wanted him to return. Sure, they’d all been attending the ABDL meetup, same as him, but…he was different. He didn’t have what they had, they made it seem so natural. 

Pursing his lips, he set aside his phone, focusing on the cereal. The Frooty Swirls had been the same since the late 80s, and just tasting them always got him in a Little headspace. It was the only thing that felt like a socially acceptable way to regress–indulging in fake sweeteners that reminded him of his childhood.

Reading the back of the cereal box, he skimmed the fluffy text explaining a game. ‘I’ve lost all my frooty magic! Can you find all six froots and make a wish?’ 

Choosing to engage, he scanned the box, looking for the cereal shapes. Oranges were in the corner, lemons were behind the nutrition information, berries–they never did say what kind of berry it was supposed to be–were hidden on a fake tree. Limes he found right behind the mascot, cherries were underneath a word search, and finally, he found apples right inside the Frooty Swirls logo at the top of the box.

He’d won. It was childishly simple, but that was kind of the point–this was his singular chance to regress every day. 

And, hey, the box said that if he won, he could make a wish. 

(I wish…I wish I didn’t just have interests that a handful of people online could relate to.)

(I wish I was normal.) 

…

Cassius steered his way through the grocery store’s bread aisle, lost in his phone as he got the shopping out of the way. He made it all the way to the end of the aisle before realizing he hadn’t added anything to his cart since the dairy section. 

He’d done it again, losing himself in internet jealousy.

Frowning, he pocketed his phone, resolving not to go onto social media anymore until he was done with his errands. Turning around, he pointed his cart towards…

He hesitated. A couple stood in front of him, two men in their thirties, walking down the aisle in Cassius’s direction. They were holding hands, which was cute, but not what made him stop and stare.

One of the men was wearing a pair of shortalls with a snug baby blue shirt beneath. He wasn’t sucking on a pacifier or anything, but his whole demeanor just seemed Little, and Cassius couldn’t help but glance down around his waist.

The crotch of his shortalls seemed to be a bit puffy, but that might have just been–

“Excuse me?” the more mature of the two asked.

Cassius froze–he’d been caught staring, trying to size up whether the man in shortalls was wearing a diaper. “I–uh–” he stammered, searching for an excuse. 

“Can you reach that for us? ‘Bare Bread’, right next to the whole grain.” He stepped back and pointed, nodding with his head towards his partner. “This one’s picky, he’ll only eat the crustless kind.” 

Blinking, Cassius caught up to the situation. Both men were on the shorter side, while Cassius always loomed in every conversation. “Oh, sure.” Nodding, he grabbed the crustless bread from the top shelf, passing it to the man. “Here.”

“Say ‘Thank you’,” the man said, nudging his shortall-clad partner. 

“Thank you,” the one in shortalls said, blushing and looking down at his feet.

Cassius stood there, stunned, as the two men left him to resume their shopping routine. 

(Are they…did I just…) he thought. He would have bet anything that they were ABDL, or at least in a daddy dom/little boy relationship, but…they were so brazen about it.

Then again, maybe it only stood out to Cassius because their dynamic was already on his mind. Shaking his head, he resumed his shopping, filling up his cart.

He had just managed to shake off the feelings of uncertain jealousy and surprise when he got to the checkout aisle, and then it snapped back in full force. 

On a spinning rack, right next to the candy, were pacifiers. 

His heart began to flutter, looking around as though he’d been caught in something, but nobody paid him any mind. He looked at the pacifiers again–they weren’t labeled as ‘for adults’ or anything, but some of them seemed too big for any baby. 

Looking away, his eyes fell on the magazine rack, and his anxiety spiked further. A celebrity was pictured on the cover of a tabloid magazine, some candid paparazzi photo, and her midsection had been highlighted by a red circle. Next to it, photoshopped to show off bare skin, the magazine depicted her in a bunny-print diaper.

Cassius stared, eyes widening, until the cashier cleared his throat. “Sir?”

He looked up. The line in front of him had cleared–(how long had I been staring?)–and it was his turn to check out.

Stepping forward and setting his groceries onto the checkout conveyor, he tried to put it out of his mind. 

…

Flipping through the magazine options at the auto center, Cassius was relieved to find that they were all normal. Hot rod cars, sports gossip, the kind of thing he’d expect from a magazine rack–no diaper wearing mechanics just springing out at him from nowhere. Just his same old auto shop, where he’d been coming for tune-ups and oil changes since he earned his permit as a pimply teen.

Taking a seat by the coffee maker, he settled in to wait. The oil change wouldn’t be long, but he actually liked the short break it offered him–a chance to just kick up his feet and do nothing for a bit. He patted himself on the back for how effective his self-imposed social media break was already proving to be.

This relative relaxation lasted for only a few moments, until he heard a distinct ratta-tatta-ratta-tatta clicking sound roll up right outside the auto shop. Glancing over his shoulder, he identified the noise in a heartbeat–a tomboyish woman about his age was half standing on a bicycle, playing cards jammed between the spokes to produce the overt rattle. The rider wore elastic shorts and a Transformers T-shirt with a matching backpack, her outfit capped off–literally–with a baseball cap turned backwards on her head.

Frowning, Cassius watched the woman hop off her bike and walk it in through the auto shop’s doors. 

Getting the attention of the man behind the desk, the cyclist said, “My front tire keeps losing air, Mister B–you think you can take a look at it? I think I’ve got a leak.” 

Mr. Burnett, a man in his fifties who’d worked at the shop for as long as Cassius had been driving, smirked at the new customer. “Two, by the looks of it.” 

Eyes widening, Cassius darted his gaze down, spotting two rather distinct crescent-moon shaped wet marks on the newcomer’s elastic shorts. 

The woman blushed slightly, but seemed more flustered than upset, muttering, “Aw, dangit…” 

Chuckling, Mr. Burnett nodded to the side. “Go and get yourself cleaned up in the bathroom, I’ll get that tire checked out.” 

Cassius realized he was blushing more deeply than the customer whose… whose diaper had leaked. Ripping his gaze away, he fumbled for a distraction, reaching for the TV remote by the coffee maker. He hoped to just give himself something to focus on so that he wouldn’t stare at the obviously diapered man who’d just rode in on his bicycle. 

Blinking for a moment, the old tube TV hummed, then began to display some reality show garbage. A dating show, just the sort of gameshow pablum he needed. Cassius almost sighed in relief, until he saw a woman waddle onto screen, clad in little save for a onesie and the diaper obviously poking out from beneath it. 

Face turning bright red, he stammered, looking around to see if anyone else in the waiting room had reacted to the absurd images on screen. “I–is anyone else seeing this?”

A woman sitting next a few chairs down glanced up from a quiet conversation with her husband, then rolled her eyes at the screen. “Ugh,” she said, shaking her head. “I know–it’s like they don’t know how to write shows anymore, it’s all reality sex appeal crap.” 

(What?) Flicking off the TV, Cassius got to his feet, walking to the desk. “Is–is my car ready?”

Mr. Burnett glanced over his shoulder, through the window into the garage, and then turned back and nodded. “Looks like it’s being parked just now. You’re all paid up, so you’re ready to go.” 

“Great,” Cassius said. “I think I need to get some air.” 

Behind him, the woman he’d spoken to stood, whispering to her husband, just loud enough that Cassius overheard. “Sweetie, you’re messy–did you remember to pack the diaper bag?” 

Looking over his shoulder, Cassius saw the woman’s husband flush and shake his head. 

Feeling like he might explode from awkward confusion, it was all Cassius could do not to break into a run as he fled the auto shop. 

…

Cassius couldn’t deny the truth any longer as he wandered into the department store, confronted immediately with the spring fashion displays.

Some of it was expected–Bikinis, various styles of shorts and tops and trendy drop waist dresses, but right next to it were onesies, shortalls, and rompers in adult sizes. Not plain ones, either–the sizing made it clear these were for adults, yet the design had an overtly juvenile streak. ABDL clothing in everything but name. 

Even modern, chic adult diapers sat stacked in packages, ready for customers–their trendiness was underlined by the fact that several models were displayed on posters wearing them. 

He couldn’t begin to guess how this had happened, but he couldn’t argue with the spring sale section in front of him. 

His interests were…normal. 

And he couldn’t help himself. Picking out a onesie with a slightly retro-style print on the front, he glanced about, as though someone might see him and catch him in the act of buying clothing that was there for him to buy. 

Hunching his shoulders and slipping off to the changing area, he found the first open room, ducked inside, and fumbled with opening the snaps on the onesie. It felt like every other experience he’d ever had in a changing room: awkward. 

Still, as he got out of his shorts and shirt and into the new garment, it also felt right. He was just trying something on. A popular, maybe even a slightly boring bit of fashion. 

Stepping out, he looked at himself in the mirror. The onesie was cute on him. And it fit, too–he didn’t have to worry about it not being long enough for his tall frame, he could see it on him. Maybe a bit baggy between the legs, but all in all, he couldn’t help but grin as he saw it. 

Then a woman walked by and all his newfound confidence vanished, shrinking away. He blushed, crossing his arms over his chest, looking to the door of his changing room so he could retreat as quickly as possible. 

Noting his suddenly demure posture, the woman stepped back. She was about his age, and well over a foot shorter than him, but she carried her posture with confidence and quiet empathy as she raised her hands in a placating gesture. “Hey–no need to be embarrassed, tall guys can be little too.” 

“I…” Cassius began, his blush still plastered firmly on his face. “It’s…” 

“I know, fashion magazines always find the smallest guy they can,” she said, rolling her eyes. “But you can’t let that shape how you think about yourself–you look cute in that onesie, and you don’t need to be four feet tall on your tip-toes to pull it off.” 

Eyes widening, Cassius couldn’t quite handle the rush of emotions that flooded him. “I–you think I’m cute?” 

She smiled, a tiny giggle escaping her, but it wasn’t condescending. “Though–it’d fit better with the proper bottoms, those onesies really need something to pad them out around the waist.” 

Looking back at himself in the mirror, Cassius blinked a few times–his vision had begun to blur. “Can I ask you a question?” 

“Sure thing,” she said. 

“You don’t think it’s weird?” 

She shook her head, smiling. “Not at all, sweetheart. It takes all sorts, doesn’t it? Tall littles, short bigs–even boring people who don’t want a dynamic. I don’t think I’d ever want to be someone’s little girl, but that doesn’t mean I don’t understand the appeal.” Shrugging, she nodded to the onesie on his body again. “You should get that.” 

“Yeah? Does it make me look good?” he asked, turning to glance at himself in the mirror again. 

“It makes you look happy,” she replied. 

Nodding, he mumbled a thank you, shocked and overjoyed as he stepped back into the changing room. His fingers fumbled as the crotch snaps as he undressed, returning to his old clothes. 

The old clothes. 

(I don’t have to hide,) he realized, holding his old shirt in his hands. (I can just be…me.) 

Pulling it over his head, he grabbed the onesie, rushing out of the changing room. There was just one more opportunity he couldn’t wait for–he’d been waiting too long already. 

He searched around the store, looking from side to side as he left the changing room. He passed a package of diapers in his size and snagged them on the way, but that wasn’t his real goal.

(I just casually picked up a pack of diapers, in public,) he realized, shocked, but he had little time to think about it as he found the woman he’d been looking for, putting back a blouse on the rack she’d gotten it from.

“Hey,” he said, approaching, raising a nervous hand, stammering over his words. “I know we just talked, but–hi. I’m Cassius.” 

She looked up at him and smiled, glancing down to the purchases in his hands. “It’s nice to meet you, Cassius,” she replied, looking back up to his face. “I’m Tilly.” 

“I was just–well, I wondered if you…” he began, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well…this is dumb, we barely talked, but–”

Grinning, Tilly let his stammering fizzle out and nodded. “A coffee date would be lovely,” she confirmed, cutting through his uncertainty. “Or you can get juice, if you’re too little to have caffeine.” 

A smile spread across his face, and Cassius bubbled with more excitement than he could ever remember feeling since adolescence. 

“Just one condition, though,” Tilly added, cutting into his glee just slightly.

Cassius nodded. “Of course, what is it?” 

Her eyes lowered to the package of diapers under his arm, the onesie still folded over them. “Be sure you dress your best, okay?” 

The End

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Sitting on the floor of the bathroom in a messy diaper, you watch Papa's new girlfriend--'Nanny,' you lovingly refer to her as--get ready.

"Oh sweetie, are you hungry? You can't seem to keep your eyes off Nanny's big, juicy titties?"

You don't respond.

Instead, you just moan a little around your pacifier as you feel some drool running down your chin in anticipation. You can't help but rub your messy diaper into the cold linoleum floor out of excitement.

"Here you go, sweetie!" Nanny says warmly as she bends over you and releases her gigantic breasts out of her bra and lowers her engorged, milky nipple towards your mouth.

You spit your pacifier out and look up at her, making adorable little chirping noises like a hungry baby bird.

Nanny caresses the side of your head as she firmly presses her nipple into your mouth.

"Drink up, my little chickadee," Nanny coos as Papa walks into the room.

You blush at being caught like this, but continue to nurse like the obedient baby you are.

"There are my loves," Papa says as he walks over and kisses the top of your head, then kisses Nanny deeply as you watch, her breast still in your mouth.

Papa ends the kiss and gives Nanny's ass a light smack.

"Hurry up, my sweet. We have a dinner to get to, and it's well past our Chickadee's bedtime. I'm sure they're looking forward to a little alone time in their crib after this."

Papa throws you a knowing wink, and you blush, but continue savoring the sensation of Nanny's breast in your mouth. You know this is as close to sexual contact as you'll get in a long, long time.

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Intro-cuck-tions (NSFW 18+)

Disclaimer: These are NOT my images. All credit belongs to @akinkycouple

The girl turned just as we opened the door. Her face was absolutely priceless. Dumb incomprehension quickly turned to a wonderful red shade of embarrassment.

"Uhhh, what?" My friend, Lindsey asked, echoing similar confused exclamations from Olivia and Trisha, the other two friends I'd invited over.

"What?" I asked feigning ignorance. "Oh, her." I said, following their confused stares. "That's just my maid. Don't mind her."

The girl somehow flushed an even deeper shade of red. The fat pink pacifier filling her mouth started bobbing as the distressed girl pathetically tried to soothe herself.

Ignoring the follow-up questions, I click-clacked away in my high heels to take a seat in one of the kitchen barstools. I set my purse on the counter and sighed. "Ugh, that feels so much better. These stupid heels have been killing me for like an hour," I complained.

"Seriously, Liz, who is this chick?" Olivia asked, not buying it and clearly annoyed by my evasive attitude. "And why is she sucking on a big ass pacifier?"

I shrugged. "Because she likes it. Oh, and her name is Bethany." I said, as if that explained everything.

"What do you mean she likes it?" Trisha asked. "Is she like, uhhh, slow or something?"

I laughed. "No, no nothing like that. I mean little Bethany here liiiikes it." I said in a sultry tone, staring directly at the shivering woman.

Lindsey gasped. "Wait, you mean like... like that kind of like?"

"You mean she gets off on this shit?" Olivia laughed, blunt as always.

We all turned to look as Bethany whimpered loudly. She was shifting from foot to foot, sucking so hard now that a soft "nuk-nuk" noise could be heard across the room.

I smiled. This was going even better than I'd hoped. "Take a wild guess."

"Ew," Lindsey said.

Trisha chimed in. "You still haven't told us who she is though."

"Yeah!" Olivia exclaimed. "Does Ryan know about her," she asked incredulously.

I laughed at that. As if there was any way my new fiance COULDN'T know about Bethany. "Oh, trust me, he knows all about Baby Bethany here, isn't that right, sweetie?"

The girl just shut her eyes and clutched at her frilly maid's dress, rooted in place.

"Ok, so what, she's like, your sex slave or something?"

"Oh, she wishes," I laughed. "No no, technically though, I guess she's kind of like Ryan's ex."

Bethany let out another whimper and sniffled loudly.

"This just keeps getting weirder," Lindsey murmured.

"Define 'kind of'", Trisha said, intrigued.

"Well, Ryan was dating her for like a year or something before he started working at my place. I mean obviously we hit it off on day one and he eventually comes up to me and asks for some “relationship advice” because little missy here was having some trouble keeping her panties dry.”

“That’s not true!”

We all turned to look at the source of the outburst. Bethany had removed her pacifier, face scrunched up in a frustrated frown. With the whole “baby maid” get-up, it was ridiculously cute.

“What was that, Baby Beth,” I purred, amused at this sudden spurt of defiance.

She hesitated, recognizing the trap in my tone. Not that it mattered. She and I both knew it was already far too late.

A series of nonsensical stutters and peeps escaped her lips as her little brain worked overtime. Again, adorable.

“Ohh, what’s wrong, Baby-boo? Are you trying to say something? What is it? It’s ok, you can tell us.”

My friends snickered. Even Lindsey was smiling.

The pathetic girl just stood there red faced and shivering like a leaf. She stuffed her pacifier back into her mouth and began to suck loudly. I wasn’t sure if it was for comfort, or, she was trying to placate me with a display of submission.

“Aww, the poor baby is shy. Is it because you need to go potty, hmm? Does Baby Bethy need to make wetsies?”

We all heard her desperate sob as she obeyed the implied command and lifted her dress. She’d been trained so well. I made a note to allow her some big girl time with her face between my legs later. We both deserved it, really.

We all watched as a small stain appeared in the white surface, slowly growing, creeping outward with the soft pattering sound of cucky pee hitting the padding.

The room erupted in derisive laughter.

“Good girl,” I exclaimed, clapping my hands like my pet had just accomplished some trick. Which, of course, she had. “Such a good baby. Isn’t my little Bethany such a good girl,” I asked, turning to the rest of the group.

“Oh absolutely!”

“I can’t believe she just did that. She’s older than me for fuck’s sake!”

“Aw. I feel kind of bad for her. Can… can I hug her? Is that weird?”

I grinned widely at the last remark. “No, no not at all. Of course you can! My hunny-bun loves being held. She loves being touched in general, actually. She’s really very needy. Aren’t you, sweetie?”

“y-*hic* y-yes, Mommy” came a soft, trembling voice.

Buxom and bold, Trisha immediately walked over and pulled the distraught girl into her arms. “You poor little thing. Shh. It’s ok.”

I watched with delight as Bethany’s face ended up mushed between Trisha’s breasts. I could literally see her baby cuck brain melting.

Emboldened by the other girl, Lindsey and Olivia rushed in, bombarding Bethany with questions.

“So do you like wear diapers all the time or something, or is it just like a home thing?”

“N-no…” Bethany squeaked out.

I laughed loudly and answered for her. “Don’t listen to that silly girl. The diapers ARE 24/7. Even in public. The floor and her car-seat would be in trouble if I gave her anything age-appropriate.”

Bethany cringed while the girls crowed with laughter. Even Trisha chuckled. “Silly girl, trying to lie when your Mommy is right there. You don’t have to fib around auntie Trish. You look so adorable in those diapers I’d be disappointed if you weren’t always padded.”

“So wait, does that mean she… y’know… goes like, number 2 in them too,” Olivia asked.

“Of course,” I said.

“Ewwwww,”

“OMG THAT’S HILARIOUS.”

“Wow, princess. I figured you were a little stinker but not THAT much of one.”

Bethany was trembling in Trisha’s arms now. It was a good thing we upgraded her to those extra thick overnight diapers with a stuffer during the day. It was easy to imagine how much extra work that diaper was now putting in to soak up everything dripping out of my pet’s denied cucky-cunt. 

“Seriously, why don’t you just use the bathroom like an adult? You’re so pathetic.”

“Do you like using your diapers? I bet you do, huh?”

“Shh, don’t listen to them, punkin. Have you gone boom-boom yet today? Do you need me to check?”

“Ew, don’t check her diaper. This slut will probably just get off on it! Why don’t we just spank this bitch instead?”

“Oh yeah she would tooootally get off on it. Isn’t that right, baby, huh? Idn’t dat wight?”

“Hmm. Looks pretty squishy but no stinkies, good girl. You tell me if you need to potty though, okay?”

“Why do you like fucking diapers so much? Can you even have sex like that?”

“She probably doesn’t haha!”

“Oh you poor thing. That’s gotta be rough. Do you want me to rub your diaper or something? Maybe go for a horsey ride on my leg?”

And that was the tipping point.

My friends stared in shock as Bethany let out a high-pitched whine and crumpled to the floor. The frills of her dress poofed up, exposing her smooth thighs and swollen crotch. A clear line of wetness trickled down one of her exposed thighs, beginning to make a small puddle on the floor.

I swooped in, planting my foot squarely on her crotch. “Bad girl! You know you’re only supposed to make cummies when Mommy and Daddy are watching.” I rubbed my heel back and forth as I scolded her, pushing the pissy padding into her over-sensitized pussy. “I’m so sorry about this,” I said, turning to my friends, who by now were giggling uproariously and snapping pics of the pathetic scene. “We should probably head back out now. I don’t want you all getting pee on your shoes.” I pressed my foot down harder, making Bethany shiver and moan and squeezing more wetness onto the floor.

With a few more pics and condescending words, the group filed out, eager to enjoy the night and tell everyone they could about the fascinating new story they’d just picked up.

I paused at the door to look back. Bethany was still on the ground, softly whimpering and rubbing between her legs. “Okay sweetie,” I said. “You have fun making squishies while the big girls are out at the club. Just make sure you clean up afterwards. If I smell even a little pee-pee in this room you’re going to be sleeping with a red bot-bot for the next week. See-ya!”

With that, I shut the door, already imaging the frantic cleaning that would follow when her touchy-time glow wore off. Poor girl. She was surrounded by the smell of her own helpless incontinence so much I doubt she’d even be able to tell if she avoided a spanking. Oh well. More fun for later. For one of us at least.

[littlest-m]

Equally valid punishment if your sub is too mouthy: mix lidocaine with a little water, freeze it into an ice cube, have them melt the cube in their mouth (spit lidocaine out as necessary), and enjoy a sub that no longer can speak coherently because they can't control their tongue.

[littlest-m]

I never thought about braces like that, hmm interesting 🧐

Any other Littles, like, morbidly fascinated by the idea of braces? Like, your CG just decides one day that you'd be much cuter with a mouthful of metal giving you a lisp you can't control and making it much more fun to slap you and then... that's your life now.

This permanent, highly visible symbol of your regression, decorated with brightly colored rubber bands so it's obvious they're genuinely needed adult braces, Mommy or Daddy always brushing your teeth cause you clearly need help, visiting the orthodontist every month or so to adjust them so you can't ever get used to them, get rid of that lisp or the low level pain turning you into a crybaby...

But no matter how much you whine and plead and beg, you know you'll never get out of them. You'll always be the big baby with braces, wondering what your CG will do next, if they could do this.

Knowing whatever they want, they'll get. Cause it's not your choice, and maybe it never has been.

[littlest-m]

“Oh, don’t worry about him, baby is just fussy about being demoted to 6-month-old status after his little meltdown at the playground yesterday. Poor lil’ lamb had finally been promoted to solid foods a few weeks ago, but I guess it’s back to strained peas and spoon feedings until his attitude improves. Best to just let him struggle, he’ll wear himself out soon enough, and he’s such a little angel when he’s sleeping. Anyhow, I’ll have my phone with me, but the number of the restaurant I’ll be at with my date is on the counter just in case - have fun you two!”

[littlest-m]

Someone please 😭😭😭

Bound to bed so mommy can play.

[littlest-m]

Hmmm

How to Untrain your Girlfriend Back to Diapers - A Realistic Guide

She secretly told you she wants to be treated like a baby, and wear diapers. Too late! No takebacks. Looks like we have to train you to be a helpless, accident-prone baby who's dependent on Daddy now. This is what you wanted, isn't it?

So many "unpotty training guides" online are pure fantasy. I want to offer a different perspective that focuses on realism, from my experience.

- The goal is less control: Can adults really, really ever lose all of their bladder control, after they've been potty trained? Does it even matter? Let's skip the debate over whether you can actually, fully, 100% untrain anyone. We're just trying to get your girlfriend to get worse at getting to the potty on time, have a harder time holding it, leak more in the day, wet the bed at night. Just like when she was a little girl. And that, my friends, is 100% possible for any girl.

As adults, we usually are trained to have rock solid bladder control. But as hard-earned as that control is, once it starts slipping, it generally keeps going in that direction. You just need to slowly, slowly erode her control, until wearing her protection seems like a more and more sensible option.

- The Tipping Point: Here's the secret of diapering someone. You don't need to get them to fully, completely be helplessly wetting themselves all the time. You just need her to start having enough accidents, enough leaks, enough rushes to the potty, that pull-ups and diapers start to make more sense.

Once she wears pull-ups, she'll just start subconsciously relying on them a teeny, tiny bit more. Why? Conditioning. If she wets them, even a few times, she'll realize that she's a little more safe, it was no big deal, it helped her not have to rush to the potty. The scales are slowly, slowly tipping. Will she rush to the potty as fast next time? Not if she knows, subconsciously, that she's protected. That means more accidents, more wet pull-ups, more leaks, and bam: more reasons to put her back in diapers.

- The Spiral: It goes like this: your girlfriend starts wetting the bed occasionally. So, you put her in pull-ups, to keep the bed dry. Then, almost like magic, over the next few months, her bedwetting becomes more and more frequent, until she's wet practically every night. Her pull-ups are soaked whenever she wakes up, and she's not getting out of them any time soon.

What happened? The Spiral. The pull-ups helped her subconsciously relax at night, not having to worry whether she would wet her bed or not. They also keep her from getting up to use the bathroom at night, since she's cozy and secure from accidents anyway. So, she subconsciously starts letting go, and her bedwetting gets more frequent. Soon, you have a total baby on your hands!

This is the First Law of Diapering: the longer you're put in diapers by someone, the more likely you are to regress to needing them. Just the dynamics of diapers themselves make it likely you start to rely on them. It can take months, or years, or longer... but it happens!

This is especially true for tape-on diapers. Now, she can't take them off as easily. If she's in them at night, she's going to use them, whether she wets in her sleep or while awake, so she's always waking up wet. In the daytime, because they hold multiple accidents, she slowly becomes less and less aware of how many accidents she's having. Because she's always at least a little leaky and wet down there, she subconsciously relaxes, and she feels like she has to pee more often. When she's in public, she'll be a little embarrassed and won't want to draw attention to them, so she's less likely to want to take them off in the public restrooms and use the toilet. It's easier if she just uses her diapers and hope nobody notices that she's peeing. What's more, by putting her back in diapers, the unspoken understanding is that she's not expected to make it to the potty anymore. That would do a number on any babygirl's control...

- Excuses to diaper her: Once her bladder control is in question, there can be a lot of opportunities to put her in diapers. Long car rides, shows, vacations (with infrequent access to bathrooms), etc. Get creative! Maybe it gets harder and harder for her to make it on a trip without using the bathroom. So, you suggest she be diapered for a particularly long car ride. Sure, it's embarrassing for her, but she makes it through the trip, and she doesn't have to worry about stopping anymore. Isn't that great? Now, it's just a few more times before it becomes normalized. A few more trips like that, and she'll start asking for diapers herself. She can't go on any trip in the car without at least some protection, of course. As her bladder conditions itself to get more active in the car, she'll feel anxious if she's *not* diapered on car rides. Mission accomplished! She's getting closer and closer to conditioning herself to wear diapers.

- Bedwetters are just different: Babygirls who wet the bed, or used to wet the bed when they were younger, are much easier to regress. That's the the Second Law of Diapering: bedwetters usually regress in their potty training faster. I don't know why! It's just true. Something about your night-time control being worse has some effect on your daytime control. Maybe it's all the memories of soaked sheets and embarrassing mornings. Whatever it is, it's a fact.

Once she wets the bed for the first time, you're suddenly a *lot* closer. Now, it's sensible to put the bedwetter back in pull-ups, right? Of course. The beginning of the spiral.

- Diapers are a relief: At some point, your girlfriend is going to be having enough accidents that the pull-ups start to get... questionable. When was the last time she kept one dry, anyway? Maybe she had an embarrassing leak while out in public, and they're just not cutting it.

This is where diapers seem more and more attractive. They promise to hold all her accidents. She's less likely to be stressed that she'll leak. She is going to need your help changing them, but at least she doesn't have to be responsible anymore. What a relief!

You can usually tell she's at this point when you detect a change in mood in her, after she's diapered after a long day of leaks. She's just more relaxed now, when she's protected. She's more confident, bubbly, talkative, and oh so cute. Other than an embarrassing diaper change or two on her bed, what's not to love about her new, more babyish life?

Now, the rest is just sensible. Obviously, she's to be diapered around the house and in public from now on, with maybe a few exceptions for pull-ups around family, or while exercising, or with certain clothing choices. She's diapered every night, too. It's a Christmas miracle! The rest takes care of itself.

I hope this guide leads to more leaks, more embarrassing mornings, more questionable control, more "having the talk" about putting her in diapers again, and more helpless, dependent little babygirls.

[littlest-m]

She was so shy, wondering what her boyfriend might think of her Halloween costume and if she had gone too far. Blushing immensely as she put on her first thick diaper in adulthood, realizing she couldn't close her legs and only waddle as she walked out to her boyfriend.

He immediately gave her a soft kiss and pulled her close, telling her how adorable she was. He whispered in her ear "You must be loving this" as he tickled her and pulled up her dress exposing her diaper.

I'm sorry baby but you're just too cute in diapers, I think we're going to have to keep you in them. Wouldn't want Daddy's little girl to have any accidents.

The more he playfully teased her, the more she like it. Humiliated and turned on seeing how excited it got him. Daddy's little baby. 😇

[littlest-m]