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Cozy post holiday vibes

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Naughty boys! Here to save the day!

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You were only supposed to wear diapers for a week! But, over the course of that week, mommy made you cut up a pair of big kid undies for every eye roll or hint of sass (starting with your favorite).

By week end, the only thing left in your underwear drawer is thick pampers! 💕

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Uh-oh, diaper check time! Did I pass? Hehe, feeling all snuggly and safe! What do you think, my sweeties?

Teehee! 💖✨

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Did you make it to the potty okay? Alright baby, let's see those training pants... @cumpliantly

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I thought it was time to switch things up 🤘🏻🤭

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Howdy

Hi

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my mom found my stash and threw out my diapers and one of my onesies and my wand and stuff! like my long sleeve winter one?! gone! i’m babyless!!

what is a girl supposed to do without her diapers!? have accidents?!!

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You asked for this, sweetie.

You were the one who asked for training panties, remember? Early this morning, when Daddy told you about his friends coming over for the holiday party? Oh, how you pouted! You even threw your stuffie and spit our your paci. And believe me, when my little Maggie actually drops those, Daddy knows something's wrong.

Except it wasn't. Not really.

"Aww, Daddy – I'm not a baby! I can be a big girl!" Those were your exact words, babydoll. Words which Daddy couldn't help but smile at. Especially since they were coming from the bratty mouth of a young woman, lying prone on her crinkling bed with splayed legs, while her Daddy-hubbie wiped the nightly sheen of urine from her smooth-shaven crotch.

Not a baby? Oh, sweetie. You wish, perhaps. But that loaded diaper pail in the corner begs to differ. So do those stacks of fresh diapers and boosters and plastic pants filling half of your entire dresser. So does the pacifier you unthinkingly accepted into your mouth from Daddy's hand not a minute later. And so does the very air of your room, filled as it is with the powdery scent of lotion and talcum and the faintest whiff of bodily waste.

You're a baby in everything but mind, sweetie. And let's be honest: Daddy knows that's exactly how you want it, deep down.

So Daddy didn't pay you the slightest mind. He's learned well how to avoid your bratty kicks, to maneuver those booster-filled diapers underneath your squirming bum. He knows the low octave of command, the stern clipping of syllables needed to make you whimper down into pacified, doubtful-eyed submission.

And yes. He also knows how sweetly gullible you are. Which is why he sweetly promised you as he worked that he'd let you wear your training pants to the party.

So on they went: those two MegaMax diapers, each stuffed with their own bulk-adding, thirsty booster. It gave Daddy such a quiet thrill, seeing you reach down those trembling bare fingers between your splayed legs to touch their massive bulk. Oh, those adorable eyes of yours! Widening above your dummy-filled mouth… filling with fear and shame… dropping down to take in the massive, glossy bulge of infantile shame forcing apart your thighs…

"Almost perfect." That's what Daddy said, and that's what Daddy meant. But almost isn't good enough – not for your Daddy. He knew there was something missing, even after he pulled your cotton T-shirt over your head and down to cover your petite breasts. And it was this special something that would put his darling little Maggie's outfit over the top.

"Where are you going, little Waddle-Butt? Come here. Daddy promised you something, don't you remember?"

Oh, the look on your face when you turned back and saw Daddy, holding out those girly training panties you'd begged so hard to wear! There he knelt on the carpet, holding them open expectantly. He was inviting you to take your waddling steps forward, to raise one clumsy bare foot, to slide your naked leg through, down into that thickly padded cotton mockery of underwear…

You shuddered. You glanced into Daddy's eyes and saw the sadistic twinkle. You saw, too, the set of his jaw, the determination he had to tolerate no resistance. And so, you gulped. You lifted one leg, and then the other.

And oh, how Daddy cooed and cheered as he tugged them on! How his low voice rumbled in your ear as that padded cotton jerked upward, straining and stretching over the balloon-like bulk of your babyish butt! He was soothing you, congratulating you, telling you what a good idea it was for you to wear your training panties. They looked so cute, after all. So adorable. So exactly like what a baby princess should wear.

Yes, that's what Daddy told you. What he didn't tell you was how his breath caught upon seeing your wondering gaze. How his groin twitched and ached as you tugged the pacifier free from your rosy, glistening mouth to protest. How his hungry eyes followed your soft, shaking hand as it slid down, down, down over the humiliating bulge of your now even more swollen and babyish rump. How his entire being shivered with longing at the sight of you: his partner, aghast and mortified at the dawning realization of what Daddy has given her.

Because he'd given you exactly what you'd asked for. He hadn't lied. He'd merely exercised his grown-up discretion in the most delightfully sadistic of ways. Sure, as his darling you could beg and plead to wear what you thought would be more discreet. But Daddy will do everything in his power to make sure you knew your place. You're the baby in this relationship, after all. And there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.

In fact, Daddy will make it crystal-clear once more. Feel his hand now, dropping firm and comforting onto your shoulder. Here is his soft whisper in your ear: warm with masculine amusement, but not nearly loud enough to drown out the sound of the ringing doorbell and the burst of his friends' laughter outside.

"Sweetie, don't worry. You look simply… perfect."

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Why do I want to put you in nappies and regress you back to babyhood?

Becaue you need a constant reminder of your place and nothing does that better than being put into nappies

You are clearly much more comfortable being treated like a baby so why bother pretending otherwise

I mean expecting you to act like an adult is pointless and nappies remind you of your true place as my submissive little

Besides the adorable look of surprise and relief when you helplessly fill your nappy is priceless.

And the way you shyly admit that you need a change after filling your nappy is so incredibly cute

I love the constant crinkle and bulk of your bottom when you have your nappy on. It reminds you of how little and helpless you are

I mean it’s laughable that you think you could stay dry on your own and nappies save you from having to deal with your constant accidents

And I love that cute little waddle you have when you wear a nice thick padded nappy

It’s so adoringly infantile. It is exactly what you need. That’s why I like putting you in nappies. You need nappies and you need me. Don’t you Boobar?

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