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I don't play as a little because littles are SUPPOSED to wear diapers. Its not embarrassing. Its not humiliating for a little to need diapers. Being forced into diapers, being treated like I'm younger than I am, while I know I'm too old for diapers? Thats where the magic is. It makes my head spin when a girl teases me for still needing diapers at my age.

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Nursing him on the couch while watching a movie or something, both wine drunk with his cock warming inside me and my legs around him. It's a warm and pretty evening but I'd always prefer putting him to sleep like this than anything else.

My hand brushing his hair away from his face and giving gentle kisses on the top of head while he slobbers all over my titties like he's starving. His cock takes up all the space inside me but he wants to be closer, to feel my warmth around all of him.

It hurts but I know how he's feeling. It's like I could never be closer to someone, like I could never own or be owned enough. My hole feels so hungry for him, like without him in me would be like starving.

And I love to take it slow like this, being able to savor it all. When the sex is focused on each other rather than just an orgasm, and you really get to consume each other. I would die to experience it.

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I Love Mixing Ageplay and Vanilla Life

Let's go to an art museum while you're wearing pull-ups beneath your regular, everyday clothes. I want you to feel grounded in your submission, even while we ponder aesthetics and the meaning of the universe together.

Hold my hand every time we reach a crosswalk, because Daddy doesn't want you wandering off on your own. You wouldn't be safe without his guidance.

Let me order for you at the fancy restaurant I take you out to. I already know what you want, and it'll be a nice gesture of my dominance over you.

Cuddle up to me while we watch scary movies, because you're just a little girl, after all, and even if you want to play pretend and be big sometimes, you still need Dada's comfort to make it through those big, spooky scenes.

Pack your stuffies with you whenever we go on a trip together. You'll need their snuggles, especially when we're far from home. After our wonderful adventures throughout the day, they'll be there in the hotel waiting to comfort you at night.

Let me dress you up in your PJs, no matter the occasion. When it's time for sleep, Daddy tucks you in and reminds you that no matter how big the world, no matter how big you sometimes have to be, he'll always be there to remind you of your place, right there in his arms.

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Hi B

How would your favorite day with a little look like?

Hi!

The first thing I’d do after I get them out of their crib is change them out of their diaper, brush their teeth, bathe them, put them in a fresh diaper and get them dressed for the day. After that, I’ll make their favourite breakfast food, put them in their high chair and spoon feed them since they’re too tiny to do that themself! When we’re done with that I’ll give them loads of kisses for being so good!

I’ll get ready for the day, pack their diaper bag and take them to the aquarium. When we’re there I’ll obviously be checking their diaper ☺️. After the aquarium I’ll take them back home, let them play with their toys until dinner time and start making dinner with them. After dinner I’ll put on their favourite show and give them loads of kisses and cuddles until they’re a blushy mess :). Then I’ll get them ready for bed, breastfeed them, read them a bedtime story and tuck them in 🥰

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going full toddler: part 1

Marie had no idea what was coming.

She knew Steve had planned a weekend getaway, but the details were still a complete mystery. He had refused to tell her anything beyond the fact that she needed to be ready early in the morning. That, and the way he had smirked as he told her, "Don't pack anything. I've got it all covered," sent shivers down her spine—half excitement, half nervous anticipation.

She had suspicions, of course. Their dynamic had always included elements of CGL and ABDL, but usually, it was within the comfort of their home. This was something different. Bigger.

When Marie woke up that morning, groggy from sleep and stretching lazily in bed, she noticed something immediately—Steve was standing at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, a warm but firm look in his eyes.

"Good morning, princess," he said smoothly. "Your husband isn’t here today. Just Daddy."

Marie’s stomach flipped, a deep blush rushing to her cheeks. She tucked herself under the blankets instinctively.

Steve only chuckled. "Oh, sweetie, no hiding. We have a long drive ahead of us, and I need to get my little girl ready. Sit up for me."

Marie hesitated, but that teasing lilt in his voice made it impossible to resist. Slowly, she peeked out from under the covers, her heartbeat quickening.

"That's my good girl," he praised, pulling the blanket away completely. "Now, let's get you dressed. No arguments, no fussing. Daddy has everything picked out."

And he did.

Marie watched as he pulled out a soft pink t-shirt with ruffled sleeves—one that barely reached past her belly button—along with a pair of shortalls that fastened at the shoulders. But what really made her squirm was the thick, crinkly diaper he held up, unfolding it with an unmistakable whoosh.

Her face burned. "D-Daddy…"

He only raised an eyebrow. "What’s the rule, little one?"

She swallowed, knowing exactly what he meant. She hadn’t been told the full list of rules yet, but she had been told one thing: this weekend, she was in full toddler mode. Steve—Daddy—was in charge, completely. The only way she could stop anything was with a single word: red.

And she wasn’t going to use it. Not when the butterflies in her stomach were from excitement as much as embarrassment.

Once she was powdered, padded, and dressed, Steve guided her to the vanity and gently pushed her down onto the stool. "There we go. Now, let’s get those pretty hair ties in," he murmured, combing through her hair with practiced ease.

Marie watched in the mirror, her breath catching as he gathered her hair into two high pigtails. With each careful movement of his hands, she felt smaller, sinking deeper into her little space. The final touch came with two pink bows, tied neatly at the base of each pigtail.

The sight of herself—diaper bulging beneath her shortalls, soft pink top, and those childish pigtails—made her feel impossibly small. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, the thick padding reminding her just how little she really was this weekend.

"Perfect," Daddy said, brushing a thumb over her cheek. "Now, let's get you buckled in."

Minutes later, she found herself in the backseat of the car, a sippy cup placed in her lap, her feet swinging slightly over the edge of the seat.

"Comfy, princess?" Steve asked as he adjusted the rearview mirror to catch her face.

Marie squirmed, the thick padding under her making it impossible to ignore her situation. She held onto the sippy cup with both hands, lips pursed. She felt so little already.

"Y-yeah…" she finally mumbled.

Steve clicked his tongue. "Excuse me?"

Marie sucked in a breath, cheeks heating again. "Yes, Daddy…" Marie’s face burned, but she couldn’t stop the excited, happy squirm that ran through her. The trip had just begun, and she had no idea what surprises lay ahead. But she did know one thing for sure—she wasn’t in charge. Not even a little bit. And she loved it.

"That’s my good girl," he praised before pulling out of the driveway.

The gentle hum of the car and the rhythmic passing of trees outside the window soon lulled Marie into a drowsy haze. The soft crinkle beneath her, the lingering warmth of Daddy’s praise, and the comforting weight of the sippy cup in her hands all worked together to pull her into a light sleep.

She wasn’t sure how long she’d been out when a sudden beep-beep-beep cut through her dreams.

Marie’s eyes fluttered open, disoriented and groggy. The car was still moving, the scenery outside unfamiliar, and for a moment, she forgot where she was.

“Wha—?” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes clumsily. Her pigtails tickled her cheeks as she turned her head. “What was that?”

Steve, still focused on the road, glanced at his phone, silencing the alarm with one hand. “Just Daddy’s reminder,” he said casually.

Marie blinked, trying to shake off the sleepiness. Everything still felt fuzzy, the world not quite making sense yet. “Reminder for what?”

Daddy smirked at her through the rearview mirror. “Well, first off—good morning again, sleepyhead.”

She pouted, cheeks warming. “M’not sleepy.”

“Mhmm. That’s why you were snoring a minute ago?”

“I don’t snore!” she whined, kicking her feet against the seat.

Steve picked up the full water bottle from the cupholder beside him and reached back, wiggling it slightly so she could see. "Time to swap out your water, little one. Let’s see that sippy."

Marie blinked, her grip tightening around her current bottle. Her cheeks pinked as she glanced down at it—only half-finished.

Steve raised an eyebrow, his voice playful but firm. "Uh-oh. Someone wasn’t drinking like a good girl."

A deep flush bloomed across Marie’s face. She quickly lifted the sippy to her lips and started sucking, desperate to make up for lost time. The moment the cool water touched her tongue, she realized just how thirsty she actually was.

Steve chuckled. "That’s it, sweetie. Such a good girl for Daddy, drinking all on your own."

The praise sent a wave of warmth through Marie that had nothing to do with the sun outside. She felt impossibly small, gripping the sippy cup with both hands and drinking as eagerly as she could, wanting more of that sweet approval.

By the time she finally lowered the cup, a tiny droplet of water escaped down her chin. She wiped it away quickly, trying to act casual.

Steve reached back again, palm open. "Let me see, princess."

Marie hesitated but handed over the now empty bottle. Without missing a beat, Steve unscrewed the lid and replaced it with the fresh one, tucking the used one into the bag he had stashed on the passenger seat.

"There we go," he said smoothly, placing the full sippy back into her hands. "Fresh water for my little one." Marie looked down at it shyly, feeling something melt inside her at the simple act. Then, as she shifted slightly, she felt something else—the thick padding between her legs pressing snugly against her, crinkling softly with even the smallest movement. The reminder made her squirm some more.

Marie settled back into her seat, her new sippy cup resting against her tummy. She peeked at Steve through the rearview mirror, her lips pursing slightly before she asked, “Daddy… can I have my phone?”

Steve didn’t answer right away. He let the question hang as he merged onto a highway, one hand steady on the wheel while the other tapped the turn signal. Then, he glanced at her reflection, his expression calm but knowing.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said with a smirk, shaking his head slightly. “Toddlers don’t have phones, remember?”

Marie blinked, sitting up straighter. “Wait… you didn’t bring it?”

“Nope,” he said simply. “Left it right on the nightstand where it belongs.”

Her stomach flipped. “But—”

“No buts, little one,” Steve interrupted smoothly. “You don’t need it this weekend. No checking messages, no scrolling, no big-girl distractions. Just you, Daddy, and lots of fun.”

Marie’s mouth opened, then shut again. The realization settled deep in her chest—she really didn’t have her phone. No notifications. No way to check the time. No way to zone out with a quick scroll.

For a moment, it made her feel weirdly exposed. Vulnerable. She wasn’t used to not having it, even when she was in little space. There was always an option to pull herself back into her normal, adult world if she wanted to.

But now…

Now, she really was just Daddy’s little girl.

She fidgeted, her fingers tracing the smooth surface of her sippy cup, eyes downcast. “What if I get bored?” she mumbled.

Steve chuckled. ���Sweetheart, you’re a toddler. Toddlers don’t get bored, they just find things to be curious about.”

Marie pouted, but when she looked up, she saw his raised eyebrow in the mirror, and her pout softened.

“Tell you what,” he said, his tone light but still dripping with authority, “why don’t you do what little girls do? Look out the window, watch the trees go by, play with your stuffie.” He nodded toward the soft plush bunny sitting beside her in the seat—another thing she hadn’t noticed he’d packed for her.

Marie huffed, crossing her arms dramatically—but deep down, her tummy flipped at how real this was starting to feel. No phone. No control. Just Daddy making all the decisions.

With a little sigh, she turned her head to the window, pressing her forehead lightly against the cool glass. The world outside blurred past—rolling hills, clusters of trees, the occasional glimpse of farmland. Everything felt so much bigger like this, like she was really just a little girl being taken on a big adventure with no say in where they were going.

Her thumb hovered near her mouth for a second, an old habit from when she was feeling extra small, but she quickly grabbed her bunny instead, hugging it close.

“There’s my good girl,” Steve praised, his voice full of warmth. “See? I bet you’ll notice lots of things outside that you never pay attention to when you’ve got your nose in that phone.”

Marie squirmed at the praise, cheeks warming.

Another hour passes, the steady hum of the car and the rhythmic scenery lulling Marie into a soft daze. She’s already on her third sippy cup of the drive, and it’s finally catching up to her. She squirms in her seat, the thick padding beneath her crinkling softly with every movement.

Steve, watching through the rearview mirror, can see the telltale signs—her knees press together, then apart, then together again. She grips her bunny tight, her fingers kneading at the soft fabric as she wiggles, shifting positions in a futile attempt to distract herself.

And then, she goes still.

For a moment, she clutches her stuffed bunny a little tighter, her breath catching. Then, just as quickly, she exhales, her entire body relaxing into the seat, the tension melting away. The only sound is the faintest sigh, almost imperceptible, followed by the softest, telltale crinkle beneath her.

Steve knows exactly what’s happening.

But he doesn’t say a word.

Instead, he keeps his eyes on the road, hiding his smirk as they continue on. A few miles later, he spots a small rural rest stop—nothing fancy, just a shaded picnic area and a few vending machines beside a winding trail. It’s the perfect place to stretch their legs.

“We’re stopping for a bit, princess,” he announces, pulling off the highway.

Marie blinks, startled from her dazed state. “Oh… okay.”

As the car rolls to a stop, she shifts again, and that’s when she really feels it. The once-dry bulk between her legs is now warm and squishy, pressing against her with every movement. She swallows hard, her cheeks heating up as the reality of it settles in.

But at the same time… she’s oddly glad for the break. A chance to get up and walk around, even if the thick, damp padding is impossible to ignore now.

Steve steps out and comes around to open her door. “Come on, little one. Let’s get those legs moving.”

Marie hesitates, then takes his offered hand, letting him help her out of the car. As she stands, the full weight of the soaked diaper makes her knees wobble slightly, the squishy sensation both foreign and familiar.

She chews her lip, looking up at Steve, but he only gives her a knowing smile. “Feels different now, doesn’t it?” he teases, giving her a playful pat on the bottom.

Her face flames, and she buries it against his chest with a small whimper.

“Shhh, it’s okay, sweetheart,” he soothes, stroking her back. “You’re doing so well for Daddy.”

Marie exhales shakily, letting him guide her away from the car. The walk is a welcome distraction, the gentle movement making her feel a little less self-conscious. They wander toward a quiet corner of the rest stop, Marie clutching Steve’s hand, occasionally stealing glances at him.

She doesn’t have to ask what’s coming next. She knows.

And sure enough, as they reach the car again, Steve gives her that look—the one that makes her tummy flutter.

“Arms up, princess,” he instructs gently.

Marie pouts but obeys, letting him lift her into the backseat. As soon as she’s settled, Steve reaches between her legs, pressing lightly against the front of her shortalls. The moment he does, her cheeks burn, and she squirms, but there’s no hiding it now.

“Such a good girl,” he praises, his voice warm and proud. “Already nice and wet for Daddy.”

Marie whines softly, hiding her face behind her bunny.

Steve chuckles, ruffling her hair before pulling out another full sippy cup from the bag. “Here you go, sweetheart.”

Marie peeks over the bunny, pouting. “But Daddy…”

Steve tilts his head. “But what, little one?”

Her lips press into a thin line, but after a moment, she sighs and reaches for the cup. She knows there’s no getting out of it.

“That’s what I thought,” Steve teases, giving her a playful boop on the nose before buckling her in.

As he pulls onto the highway, he catches her in the mirror again.  She has no idea how much further they have to go… or how much fuller that diaper is going to be by the time they get there.

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thinking abt the pretend aspect of ageplay and the amount of love and raw acceptance of it. of sitting in their lap as an adult sized person, but they dont care and still baby you bc youll aways be their little kid. being picked up and maybe they have to HEAVE you up but by god theyre gona carry you because youre their baby. idk. the rawness of "this is what i want to be right now" and for it to be met happily.

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ABDL : How to make your little crave for their diapers ?

Daddy tips - 1

Disclaimer : +18 only, the following applies between consenting adults.

When I first met my little guy, he liked his diapers but there was something missing. He did not crave for them. I wanted him to love them more than anything else, need them and be dependent on them.

It is no easy thing and it takes time, but here’s how you can do it too. Being a CG/Daddy takes patience, and it is a great example of how time can achieve great things.

Steps :

1. Get your little accustomed to wearing diapers and to enjoy them. Let them feel their diapers and do not push them to use them yet.

2. If you see that your little is excited when wearing, let them explore that feeling. The diaper can be opened if needed. Remember these are the first steps. Let’s give them some time.

3. Now, repeat Step 2 but do not allow them to open their diapers. If your little wants to have fun, then the diaper will remain closed. It will encourage them to hump or rub their diapers. For now it can still be dry.

4. Step four is when the fun begins. Repeat Step 3 but add a rule that they cannot hump or rub their diaper if the diaper is dry. It has to be wet, messy, or both. You are the one in charge and you get to decide.

This step is the one with no return. Your little is now used to wearing dirty diapers and it still makes them excited. Reaching step 4 can take a few weeks/months, which means that wearing diapers is now associated with having fun and feeling excited.

5. Only allow humping. This is a very embarrassing way to have their naughty fun and their face once they are done and realize what they have done is absolutely adorable. Especially the first few times. It will soon become natural.

Pairing this step with their favorite plushie is a plus. That way your little now associates their plushie with naughty fun as well, which is the closest they will ever get to a partner from now on.

6. Add a chastity cage. After maybe 3 months is a right time. This way you keep control of the situation. By this time your little will be frustrated not to be able to get their naughty fun as usual. Craving begins !

7. Now, every time they go to bed in their nighttime diaper, and cuddling their plushie, your little is safely locked and aroused.

It makes them both in pure bliss and frustrated which you can be sure will create sticky puddle in their padding.

And of course, keep in mind that a pent-up little is an obedient little.

The rest is yours to decide. How long do you leave the chastity on ?

Remember that relief is needed. We are here to help our littles be good, not to hurt them. However, relief can be done differently. With the cage ? Without ? During a change ? It’s now all up to you.

And enjoy !

- Daddy

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How many of you so-called switches fantasize about nothing else but mommy forcing you into diapers and taking that choice away from you once and for all, hm?

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"First Steps" Introduction Class

An Excerpt from an Choose your own adventure story over at  CHYOA

After failing the Bodily Aptitude and Maturity Test (BAM)Rebecca has been reassigned to the toddler level, she has chosen to adapt to her new level immediately instead of a more gradual change.

"First Steps" Introduction Class

Rebecca’s eyes widened as she stepped into the cozy playroom, taking in the warm colors and gentle atmosphere that filled the space. Soft rugs covered the floor, and low shelves along the walls held brightly colored toys, crayons, and stacks of picture books. A handful of young women, each wearing toddler outfits similar to hers, were scattered around the room, engaging in different activities. Some were stacking colorful blocks, others were absorbed in crayon scribbles, while a few chatted happily with caregivers who offered gentle guidance and encouragement.

Nanny Malory placed a comforting hand on Rebecca's shoulder, giving her an encouraging nod. "Welcome to the 'First Steps' Introduction Class, Rebecca. All of these lovely girls chose to embrace toddlerhood, just like you," she said with a warm smile. "Starting at the toddler level is a wonderful choice.I'm proud of you."

Rebecca glanced around, noting the variety of expressions on the girls’ faces. She recognized the same mixed emotions she felt herself — a blend of bashfulness and curiosity, with traces of excitement showing through.

Directly across the room, a petite girl named Lily was seated at a small table, focusing intently on stacking blocks. Though her cheeks were flushed pink with embarrassment, she looked content, her shy smile growing each time she successfully added a block to her tower. Her fingers fidgeted as she worked, but there was a quiet happiness in her movements, a kind of acceptance that made Rebecca feel a little less alone.

Nearby, a lively girl named Ava giggled as she scribbled a rainbow of colors across a sheet of paper. She seemed a bit more at ease with herself, her eyes twinkling with a giddy excitement.

Rebecca hesitated for a moment before walking over to a girl sprawled on a colorful rug near the far corner of the playroom. Ava, as the caregivers had called her, was surrounded by crayons and an impressive collection of doodles. The young woman’s pastel romper clung slightly askew to her frame, its loose fit emphasizing the puffy outline of her diaper. Yet Ava didn’t seem to care in the slightest, her movements carefree and brimming with the unfiltered enthusiasm of a child lost in their world of imagination.

“Hi there,” Rebecca said softly, kneeling down beside her.

Ava looked up, her face bright with delight, her crayon pausing mid-stroke on the paper. “Oh, hi! Are you new?” she asked, her words tumbling out quickly, as if she’d been waiting for someone to join her. Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed a nearby drawing and thrust it toward Rebecca. “Look! I just finished this one. It’s a rainbow! Isn’t it pretty?”

Rebecca studied the crayon drawing, the rainbow’s colors slightly wobbly but vibrant. “It’s beautiful,” she said, a small smile breaking across her face.

“Thanks!” Ava beamed, returning to her doodles with a flourish of purple crayon. Her energy was infectious, her giggles punctuating the sound of scribbling. “I’ve been making a whole bunch of them. I’m going to ask Miss Heather if I can hang them up later. She says the walls here can always use more decorations!”

Rebecca found herself relaxing, sitting fully on the rug now. She watched as Ava switched to a yellow crayon, her small fingers gripping it tightly as she added a smiling sun to the corner of the page.

“Do you draw a lot?” Rebecca asked, genuinely curious.

“Not before,” Ava admitted, her tongue poking out slightly as she focused on her work. “I was always too busy with boring grown-up stuff. But now?” She paused, waving her arms dramatically to indicate the room around her. “Now I can just play and color all day if I want! No meetings, no laundry, no silly deadlines. Just crayons, naps, and fun.”

Her joy was so palpable that Rebecca couldn’t help but laugh softly. “It sounds like you’re really enjoying it here.”

“Oh, I love it,” Ava said without hesitation. She set down her crayon and tapped the front of her diaper with a satisfied grin. “And these? Way better than grown-up undies. No accidents, no worries, just comfy and cozy.”

Rebecca’s cheeks turned pink at Ava’s unabashed enthusiasm, but Ava didn’t seem to notice. She plucked another crayon from the pile, adding a few fluffy clouds to her picture.

“You should try it,” Ava said, glancing at Rebecca with a sly smile. “Once you let go of all the grown-up stuff, it’s so much easier. Plus, the caregivers here are super nice. They make sure you’re always comfy and happy.”

Rebecca nodded slowly, Ava’s words sticking with her. Maybe there really was something freeing about letting go, about not overthinking every little thing.

As Ava finished her drawing, she held it up proudly for Rebecca to see. “Ta-da! What do you think?”

“It’s wonderful,” Rebecca said sincerely.

“Wanna color with me?” Ava asked, pushing a pile of crayons toward Rebecca with a playful nudge. “It’s way more fun with a friend.”

Rebecca carefully set her crayon down, tilting her head as she examined her finished drawing. A tall tree stretched upward on the paper, its branches wide and strong. From one of the branches hung a simple swing, swaying gently in an imagined breeze. She smiled softly, pleased with the outcome, even if it was a little wobbly in places.

Ava, sprawled beside her, leaned closer to peek at the picture. Her romper shifted as she moved, and Rebecca couldn’t help but notice the soft crinkle accompanying the motion. “That’s so good!” Ava exclaimed, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. She pointed at the swing, her finger nearly smudging the crayon. “I wanna swing there!”

Rebecca chuckled nervously. “Thanks. I just… thought it looked peaceful.”

Ava nodded fervently, her energy almost tangible as she shifted again, bouncing slightly in place. A faint hissing sound broke through the quiet moment, and Rebecca’s eyes darted to Ava’s face. Ava didn’t seem to notice—or perhaps she simply didn’t care. Her smile remained as bright as ever, her attention fully on the drawing.

Before Rebecca could process what she had heard, Mrs. Mallory’s warm presence arrived behind them. “Oh, my goodness, Rebecca,” the caregiver cooed, bending down to inspect the drawing. “What a lovely picture! You’ve captured such a sweet scene.” She reached out to gently lift the paper, holding it up for a better look.

Rebecca’s cheeks flushed pink as Mrs. Mallory beamed. “This would look perfect on our art wall!”

Ava clapped her hands excitedly, the crinkling sound punctuating her movements. “Yes! It’s so pretty! Hang it up, hang it up!” she chirped, bouncing slightly in place again.

Mrs. Mallory chuckled, clearly delighted by their enthusiasm. She turned to Rebecca, her smile softening. “What do you think, sweetheart? Shall we display it for everyone to see?”

Rebecca hesitated, glancing between Mrs. Mallory and Ava. “Um… sure,” she said shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Mrs. Mallory gave an approving nod and strode to the corkboard at the front of the room, carefully pinning the drawing in a central spot. “There we go,” she said, stepping back to admire it. “Doesn’t that look wonderful?”

Ava nodded vigorously, practically bouncing off the rug in excitement. Rebecca couldn’t help but smile, even as her cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Before anyone could comment further, the door to the playroom opened, and a tall man entered, carrying a stack of brightly colored books. His striped sweater and glasses gave him an approachable, friendly air. He clapped his hands once, drawing the room’s attention.

“Good morning, everyone!” he said cheerfully, his voice filling the space. “It’s time to settle down and get ready for our morning lesson.”

Rebecca’s stomach fluttered with a mix of nerves and curiosity as the room began to quiet.

Mr. Teacher’s warm gaze settled on the group, and he clapped his hands gently, the sound drawing their full attention. “Good girls,” he said, his tone dripping with approval. “Good, smart girls who know how to let go of the things that don’t matter. You’ve made the right choice, embracing your new role and letting your caregivers take care of you. And most importantly,” his eyes twinkled as he gestured toward them, “choosing to wear your diapers proudly.”

Rebecca felt her cheeks flush a deep pink, her gaze dropping to the soft rug beneath her. Something about the way he said it made her stomach flutter—not quite embarrassment, not quite pride, but something in between. She shifted slightly, the quiet crinkle beneath her romper reminding her of the change she’d so recently accepted.

“And some of you,” Mr. Teacher continued, his smile broadening as he glanced around the room, “are already excelling.” His eyes landed on Ava, who was sitting with a wide grin, her posture relaxed and carefree. “Ava, you’re a shining example.”

Ava blinked, then lit up, practically glowing under his praise. “Me?” she asked, her voice high and sweet with surprise, though her hands clapped together in delight.

“That’s right,” Mr. Teacher said with a nod. “You’ve embraced everything this transition has to offer. And I can tell you’re already making the most of it.” He paused, his voice dropping slightly, as if sharing a secret. “In fact, I can tell you’re already a little soggy. That’s exactly what I want to see—a girl who’s so comfortable and confident, she uses her diaper without a second thought.”

Ava’s grin widened, and she shifted in her seat, clearly proud of herself. “Thank you, Mr. Teacher!” she chirped, sitting up straighter, her puffed-out chest practically radiating pride. “I just thought… why wait?”

The room erupted into a soft murmur of giggles and whispers, some of the girls nodding in agreement, others blushing and glancing nervously at their laps. Rebecca couldn’t help but glance sideways at Ava, a mixture of surprise and admiration bubbling inside her. How did he know? She didn’t see Ava move or do anything obvious, yet Mr. Teacher had pointed it out like it was the simplest thing in the world.

Rebecca’s heart raced as she stole a glance at Mr. Teacher, wondering if he would turn his attention to her next. The thought both thrilled and terrified her. A small voice in her mind whispered that maybe, just maybe, she wanted that same approval—even if the idea made her squirm.

Rebecca sat on the soft rug near the back, her cheeks already warm with unease. She glanced briefly at the others, noting how unfamiliar everyone seemed with one another. Some sat quietly, fidgeting with their clothes or hair, while others focused intently on Mr. Teacher’s words.

“Using your diapers isn’t just practical,” Mr. Teacher continued, his voice calm but encouraging. “It’s a symbol of trust—trust in your caregivers, trust in your decision to be here, and most importantly, trust in yourself. Today, I’d like each of you to take a step toward embracing that trust. Relax, and let your body do what it needs to do.”

The room was quiet for a long moment. Rebecca’s stomach fluttered nervously as she tried to process what he was asking. Wet on purpose? Right here? Her thoughts raced as she lowered her gaze to her lap, unsure of how to even begin.

A few of the girls responded almost immediately. The quiet rustle of shifting postures and faint crinkles broke the silence, accompanied by soft sighs or shy giggles. Rebecca glanced up briefly to see their faces—some visibly relaxed, others pink with embarrassment but smiling softly nonetheless.

Rebecca, on the other hand, couldn’t seem to let go. She closed her eyes, willing herself to relax, but the tension in her body remained stubborn. Around her, the atmosphere in the room grew lighter as more girls succeeded, their caregivers moving quietly among them with gentle words of praise.

Rebecca’s frustration grew as the moments ticked by. She shifted on the rug, her hands pressing against her lap as she struggled to focus inward. Finally, the tension broke, and her pee spread through her diaper. Her breath hitched as her cheeks burned—half with embarrassment, half with relief.

Rebecca sat frozen on the soft rug, her face still hot with embarrassment as the moment unfolded. Her heart thudded loudly in her chest, the sound almost drowning out the quiet crinkles and murmurs in the room. And then, slowly, it happened.

The first sensation was warmth, spreading gently through the thick padding of her diaper. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before—a strange, almost surreal mixture of relief and comfort. The initial rush startled her, and her breath hitched slightly as she froze, unsure whether to stop or let it continue.

She couldn’t stop.

The warmth continued to spread, soaking into the soft, absorbent layers that cradled her. The material swelled slightly against her skin, becoming heavier, snugger, almost like a comforting hug. Rebecca’s cheeks burned as she realized the quiet sound of her diaper growing wet, faint but unmistakable, might be audible to the others. But no one looked her way.

Her mind raced. I’m peeing myself… and I like it? The thought sent a fresh wave of embarrassment crashing over her, but it didn’t erase the tiny flicker of contentment growing deep inside her.

The wetness settled into the core of the diaper, the warmth lingering against her skin as the fabric wicked away the moisture, leaving the surface soft and dry yet swollen. It was oddly reassuring, the way the diaper handled everything with such ease. She shifted slightly on the rug, feeling the difference in its texture—a bit squishier now, a constant reminder of what she’d just done.

Maybe I’m meant to be here, she thought suddenly, her heart skipping a beat at the realization. She had resisted this idea for so long, convinced it wasn’t for her. But in this moment, sitting in a warm, damp diaper, she felt a sense of calm she hadn’t expected.

The faintest smile tugged at her lips, though she quickly glanced around to see if anyone noticed. None of the other girls seemed to care. Ava, seated nearby, gave her a quick, encouraging grin, her eyes twinkling with pride.

Rebecca sighed softly, allowing herself to relax into the moment. It was strange, unfamiliar, and yes, even a little pleasant. Maybe Mr. Teacher had been right. Trusting herself—trusting the process—wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

Rebecca sat on the rug, her face still hot and her heart thudding in her chest. The warmth spreading through her wet diaper clung to her skin, soft and heavy, reminding her of what she’d just done. She couldn’t shake the mixed feelings of relief, embarrassment, and—strangely—a flicker of satisfaction.

“Becky,” Mr. Teacher’s voice broke through her thoughts as he approached. She glanced up quickly, only to immediately lower her gaze when she saw his warm smile. “You’ve done such a good job,” he said, crouching down beside her. “You’re learning to pee in your Pampers just like a good girl should. I’m very proud of you.”

Rebecca’s cheeks burned at his words, her breath catching in her throat. “Thank you,” she murmured, unable to meet his gaze.

Mr. Teacher chuckled softly. “No need to be shy, Becky. This is exactly what you’re here to learn—to trust yourself and your diaper. And you’re doing wonderfully.”

Rebecca squirmed slightly, the squishy warmth beneath her adding to her embarrassment. She managed a small nod, but her face remained flushed as he stood and turned his attention to Lilly, who sat beside her.

Lilly’s face was just as red as Rebecca’s, if not more so. She sat stiffly, her legs crossed tightly as she fidgeted nervously with the hem of her pastel romper. It was obvious she hadn’t yet managed to wet herself.

“How are you doing, Lilly?” Mr. Teacher asked gently, kneeling beside her.

“I… I’m trying,” Lilly stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hands twisted anxiously in her lap.

“That’s alright,” Mr. Teacher said with a reassuring smile. “Sometimes it takes a little longer, and that’s okay. You’re safe here. Just take your time.”

Lilly nodded weakly, her blush deepening as Mr. Teacher reached down to cup the front of her diaper. Rebecca couldn’t help but watch, feeling both mortified for Lilly and strangely fascinated.

The room was quiet for a moment, save for the faint rustling of fabric and crinkling plastic. Then, all at once, Lilly froze. Her breath hitched audibly as her face turned an even deeper shade of red.

Rebecca’s ears caught the soft, unmistakable hiss of Lilly finally peeing herself. The blush that spread across Lilly’s cheeks was almost as bright as the warmth Rebecca felt earlier.

“There it is,” Mr. Teacher said with a broad smile, his hand still resting gently on her now-wet diaper. “Good girl, Lilly. You finally did it. That’s exactly what I was hoping to see.”

Lilly let out a shaky breath, her hands flying up to her face as she tried to hide her expression. “Th-thank you,” she managed, her voice trembling with a mixture of embarrassment and relief.

Mr. Teacher chuckled softly, his tone full of approval. “You’ve made a big step today, Lilly. You should be very proud of yourself.”

Rebecca couldn’t help but feel a strange solidarity with Lilly. Just moments ago, she had been in the same position—blushing, squirming, and uncertain, only to be praised for something that once would have made her want to crawl into a hole.

As Mr. Teacher stood to address the rest of the room, a girl seated near the front raised her hand tentatively. “Um… Mr. Teacher?” she asked, her voice wavering slightly. “When will we, um… be changed?”

Mr. Teacher turned to her with a patient smile. “That’s a good question,” he said warmly.

Mr. Teacher’s gaze swept across the room, meeting the nervous eyes of the girl who had just asked the question. He smiled warmly, his demeanor calm and reassuring. “Ah, that’s a good question,” he began, his hands clasped in front of him. “When will you be changed? Let’s talk about that, little ones.”

Rebecca shifted slightly on her rug, the weight of her wet diaper a constant reminder of her new reality. She glanced at Lilly, who was still red-faced and squirming slightly after Mr. Teacher’s earlier praise. Ava, on the other hand, looked entirely at ease, grinning as though she couldn’t wait to hear what came next.

“You see,” Mr. Teacher continued, pacing gently across the room, “you’re all here because you’ve chosen to let go of grown-up responsibilities. And that means letting your caregivers handle things like when your diaper needs to be changed. Your job is to trust them and focus on being the happy, carefree little girls you’re meant to be.”

He paused, looking around the room with a twinkle in his eye. “Now, some of you might be thinking, ‘But what if my diaper gets too full?’” He chuckled softly, glancing at a few of the girls who squirmed uncomfortably at the mention. “Let me reassure you—your diapers are designed for this. They’re super absorbent, which means they can handle multiple wettings before they need changing. You don’t need to worry about anything leaking or being uncomfortable. You’re safe, and everything is taken care of.”

Rebecca glanced down at her lap, her face still warm. The soft bulk of her diaper pressed against her, heavier now than before, but still surprisingly comfortable. She shifted slightly, marveling at how it seemed to manage everything without feeling overwhelming.

“Now,” Mr. Teacher said, his voice growing a little more playful, “there’s only one thing that’s guaranteed to get your caregiver’s attention for a change.” He paused dramatically, his gaze twinkling as he turned to look at the group. “And that’s if you make a messy diaper.”

The room filled with a mixture of giggles and gasps. Rebecca’s eyes widened, her face burning as she darted a glance at Lilly, who looked like she wanted to sink into the floor. Mr. Teacher chuckled softly and gave Lilly a playful wink, which only made her blush even harder.

Ava, seated beside Rebecca, couldn’t contain her laughter. She clutched her stomach, her carefree giggles echoing through the room. “Oh my gosh, Lilly!” she teased gently, nudging her friend. “Where else are we supposed to go potty? It’s not like we have a choice!”

Lilly shot Ava a mortified look, burying her face in her hands as she muttered, “Ava, stop it!”

Mr. Teacher smiled, his tone remaining gentle but amused. “Ava’s right, you know. This is your new normal. There’s no need to feel shy about it—after all, where else would a little girl like you go potty?”

The girls murmured softly, some giggling nervously while others simply nodded in agreement. Rebecca stayed quiet, her thoughts spinning as she tried to reconcile her lingering embarrassment with the growing sense of acceptance she felt creeping in.

Mr. Teacher’s voice softened, drawing the group’s attention once again. “Remember, your caregivers are here to take care of you. You don’t need to worry about anything—not about when you’ll be changed, or how many times you’ve used your diaper. Just focus on being the happy, carefree littles you’re meant to be.”

Lilly peeked out from behind her hands, still blushing furiously but managing a shy smile. Ava, meanwhile, continued to giggle, clearly enjoying Lilly’s reaction.

Mr. Teacher clapped his hands gently, drawing all eyes back to him. “Alright, my little ones,” he began with a warm smile. “Since this is your first day together, I think it’s time for a little introduction game. We’re all here to support one another, and this is a great way to feel comfortable in your new roles.”

Rebecca shifted uneasily on the rug, her cheeks still warm from earlier. Beside her, Lilly fidgeted with the hem of her romper, while Ava sat up straighter, a playful grin spreading across her face.

Mr. Teacher continued, his tone light and encouraging. “One by one, I’d like each of you to stand up, tell us your name, your favorite animal, and your biological age. But remember,” he added with a twinkle in his eye, “you have to say it in your best baby talk. Then,” he said, pacing slowly, “you’ll show off your diaper and tell us why it’s ‘comfy,’ ‘cute,’ or ‘better than panties.’”

Rebecca’s face turned a deep red, and a soft murmur spread through the group. Mr. Teacher chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry, little ones. There’s no right or wrong answer, and your caregivers will be right here to cheer you on.”

“And,” he added with a knowing smile, “you’ll end by telling us what you’ve done in your diaper—whether you’re dry, wet, or… otherwise. Just use your simple, sweet little words, like the good girls you are.”

Lilly’s face was bright red as she peeked over at Ava, who giggled again and whispered teasingly, “Lilly, what are you gonna say? ‘Lilly go pee-pee?’” Lilly covered her face, clearly mortified, while Ava rocked back and forth with laughter.

“Now, now, Ava,” Mr. Teacher said with a mock-stern tone, his eyes twinkling. “Let’s be kind to our friends. Remember, this is about supporting each other.”

Ava nodded, still grinning. Rebecca’s heart pounded in her chest. She wasn’t sure if she could do this—stand in front of everyone, speak in baby talk, and talk about her wet diaper—but the warm, encouraging presence of Mr. Teacher and the caregivers gave her a small glimmer of courage.

Mr. Teacher scanned the room, his smile broad and inviting. “Now, who wants to go first?”

Ava, clearly unable to contain her excitement, wiggled in place and shot her hand into the air again. “Me, me, me!” she said, her voice high and eager, the playful lisp in her words already making her sound like the toddler she had embraced being.

Mr. Teacher smiled warmly. “Alright, Ava,” he said, gesturing for her to stand. “Since you’re so eager, why don’t you go first? Show the other girls how it’s done.”

With an audible crinkle, Ava climbed to her feet, her confidence radiating as she took a spot in front of the group. She clasped her hands behind her back, rocking on her heels like a little girl ready to play.

“Hiiiii,” Ava began, drawing out the word in a sing-song tone. “I’m Ava! My fav’rite animal is a bunny ‘cause they’re soft and bouncy, just like me!” She giggled, her cheeks pink but her grin unfaltering. “And I’m twenty-four years old, but now I’m just a widdle baby again!”

The other girls giggled softly, some clearly embarrassed for Ava but others starting to loosen up, their shoulders relaxing as they watched her. Rebecca felt her own cheeks warm as Ava carried on without a hint of hesitation.

“And now…” Ava paused for dramatic effect, her grin widening. “Look at my diaper!”

With that, she turned slightly to the side and gave her thick, pastel-patterned diaper a playful pat, the crinkling sound loud and undeniable. “It’s soooo comfy!” she chirped, shifting her weight to emphasize the puffiness. “It’s soft and squishy, and I don’t ever have to worry about potty breaks again! Way better than boring ol’ panties.”

Ava’s confidence drew a mixture of laughter and applause from the caregivers. Mr. Teacher chuckled, nodding approvingly. “Very good, Ava. And what about right now? Can you tell us what’s in your diaper?”

Ava giggled again, her cheeks growing pinker but her grin never fading. She leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret. “I made pee-pees!” she announced, wiggling her hips with a playful bounce. “It’s all warm and squishy now.”

The room filled with a mix of giggles and nervous glances, the other girls clearly feeling a combination of secondhand embarrassment and a growing sense of acceptance.

“Wonderful, Ava,” Mr. Teacher said with a broad smile. “That’s exactly how it’s done—proud and playful. You’re setting such a good example for your friends.”

Ava beamed, spinning on her toes before plopping back onto the rug with an audible squish. She turned to Rebecca and whispered, “See? Easy! You’ll do great too.”

Rebecca’s stomach flipped, her heart pounding as Mr. Teacher looked around the room. “Now,” he said, his voice kind but expectant, “who’s next?”

Rebecca felt her stomach churn as Ava plopped back down onto the rug, her confident performance leaving the room buzzing with giggles and murmurs. Her face burned when she realized Mr. Teacher’s gaze was scanning the group, clearly waiting for the next volunteer.

Before she could think better of it, Rebecca raised a trembling hand. “I… I’ll go,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

The room quieted, and Mr. Teacher’s kind smile grew even wider. “Ah, very good, Becky,” he said warmly, motioning for her to stand.

Rebecca flinched at the name. “It’s Rebecca,” she murmured as she slowly got to her feet, her legs feeling shaky beneath her.

Mr. Teacher tilted his head slightly, his expression soft but firm. “Oh, no, sweetheart,” he said gently. “You’re Becky now. Becky suits a little girl like you perfectly, doesn’t it?”

Rebecca’s cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red, and she nodded reluctantly, her heart pounding in her chest. “Yes, Mr. Teacher,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Good girl,” Mr. Teacher said approvingly. “Now, Becky, remember to talk like the little girl you are. Let’s hear your introduction in proper baby talk.”

Rebecca froze for a moment, feeling every eye in the room on her. Her hands twisted nervously in front of her, the soft crinkling of her diaper only adding to her embarrassment. She took a deep breath and tried to find the words.

“H-Hi,” she stammered, her voice shaky. “I’m B-Becky…” She faltered, glancing at Mr. Teacher, whose raised eyebrows urged her to try harder. Her cheeks burned as she forced herself to speak again, this time higher-pitched and slower. “H-Hewwo… I’m Becky…”

“That’s much better,” Mr. Teacher said encouragingly. “Keep going, sweetheart.”

Rebecca swallowed hard, feeling like she was about to melt into the floor. “My fav’rite aminal… is a kitty,” she mumbled, the childish words feeling foreign on her tongue. “Because… because they’re soft… an’ cuddly…”

The caregivers clapped softly, offering gentle encouragement, but Rebecca still felt her embarrassment bubbling over. “I’m, um… twenty-three,” she added quickly, hoping to move past the introduction as fast as possible.

“And what about your diaper, Becky?” Mr. Teacher prompted, his tone kind but expectant.

Rebecca hesitated, her hands fidgeting nervously. Slowly, she reached down and gave her diaper a small, hesitant pat. The crinkling sound was loud in the quiet room, and her blush deepened as she felt the warm, slightly squishy padding beneath her fingers.

“It’s, um…” she started, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Baby talk, Becky,” Mr. Teacher reminded her gently, his patient smile unwavering.

Rebecca’s voice caught in her throat, but she forced herself to continue. “It’s… comfy,” she said softly, stumbling over the words. “An’… squishy… an’ better… better than panties ‘cause I don’t hafta worry…”

“Good girl,” Mr. Teacher said warmly, his praise sending a confusing mix of relief and embarrassment washing over her. “And now, Becky, can you tell us what you’ve done in your diaper?”

Rebecca froze, the question making her blush so deeply she thought her face might burst into flames. Her voice trembled as she finally squeaked out the answer. “I… I went pee-pees…”

The room filled with a mixture of soft giggles and murmurs of approval. Mr. Teacher beamed at her, his smile full of pride. “Very good, Becky,” he said, clapping his hands lightly. “That’s exactly what I was hoping to hear. You’re doing wonderfully.”

Rebecca nodded quickly, her eyes fixed on the floor as she shuffled back to her spot on the rug. Her heart was pounding, but a small part of her couldn’t help but feel a flicker of pride at Mr. Teacher’s praise.

As she sat down, her warm diaper squishing beneath her, she couldn’t meet Ava’s amused gaze. “Told ya it wasn’t so bad,” Ava whispered, her voice filled with teasing cheer.

Rebecca ducked her head, her cheeks still blazing as Mr. Teacher turned back to the group. “Alright, who’s next?” he asked, his warm gaze sweeping the room again.

After a long pause, Lilly hesitantly raised her hand, her movements timid. “I-I’ll go…” she mumbled, her voice muffled by her thumb, which had somehow found its way into her mouth.

Mr. Teacher’s face lit up with approval. “Wonderful, Lilly! Come on up, sweetheart.”

Lilly slowly got to her feet, her body stiff with nerves. Her thumb remained firmly in her mouth, and she sucked on it gently as she shuffled to the front of the room, her diaper crinkling audibly with each step.

“Take your time, Lilly,” Mr. Teacher said encouragingly. “Let’s start with your introduction. What’s your name?”

Lilly hesitated, her thumb slipping out of her mouth as she took a deep breath. “I-I’m… I’m L…Lilly…” she stammered, stumbling over her baby talk. Her face turned an even deeper shade of red.

“Try again, sweetheart,” Mr. Teacher said gently. “Say it nice and slow, just like a little girl would.”

Lilly nodded, her hands twisting nervously in front of her. “H-hewwo…” she said finally, her voice high-pitched and trembling. “I’m L-Lilly… an’… an’ my fav’rite aminal is a beaw…” Her thumb found its way back into her mouth as she added, “Cuz they’re fwuffy an’ cozy…”

The caregivers clapped softly, their encouragement making Lilly’s lips twitch into the faintest of smiles.

“Very good, Lilly,” Mr. Teacher said warmly. “And how old were you before you joined us here?”

“U-um… twenty-two…” Lilly mumbled around her thumb, rocking on her heels as she spoke.

“And what about your diaper, Lilly?” Mr. Teacher prompted, his eyes twinkling. “Why don’t you show it to the group?”

Lilly froze for a moment, then slowly turned to the side, her hands trembling as she reached down to pat the front of her pastel-patterned diaper. “I-it’s… um…” She hesitated, her thumb slipping out again as she tried to find the words.

“Baby talk, Lilly,” Mr. Teacher reminded her softly.

“I-it’s… comfy…” she squeaked, her voice barely above a whisper. “An’… pwuffy… an’ way betta than panties… ‘cause I can go potty wiffout twy-ing…”

“Excellent,” Mr. Teacher said, clapping his hands. “Now, Lilly, can you tell us what’s in your diaper right now?”

“Good girl,” Mr. Teacher said warmly. “Now, Lilly, can you tell us what you’ve done in your diaper?”

Lilly froze, her eyes darting to the floor. She squirmed slightly, her fingers twisting nervously. Finally, she mumbled something so quietly no one could hear.

“What was that, sweetheart?” Mr. Teacher asked, leaning closer with a patient smile.

Lilly took a deep breath, her voice barely audible as she whispered, “I… I made poopoo…”

The room erupted into a mix of gasps and giggles as the other girls looked at each other, wide-eyed. Even Ava’s playful confidence faltered as she gawked at Lilly.

Mr. Teacher’s face lit up with delight. “Oh, Lilly! That’s such a big step!” he said, his voice filled with pride. “Come here, sweetheart. Let’s make sure you’re all taken care of.”

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i’m a shy secret baby too but i wanted to answer the truth 🤭

a scenario that makes me really blushy is daddy putting my buzzy toy inside my diaper (wet or dry) and taping it up and then watching me make humpies with my stuffies as a reward for being a good girl while i suck on my paci

i can imagine him cooing at me cause i’m so small and blushy and and and 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

How adorable. This Daddy over here is *such* a fan of that stuff.

There are so many fun ways to combine diapers and buzzy toys. Put one inside of her– one that I can remotely control– and tape her in her normal daytime diaper. Now, not only is she going to get slowly more fussy, tingly, and needy as her diaper gets wetter and wetter, but I get to tease her in public by turning her buzzy toy on.

Maybe we're out to lunch, sitting at a table, her diaper's wet, and I slyly open my phone and start the vibrator. She just gets to sit there, trying to look as normal as possible, as the vibrator buzzes against her princess parts and her wet diaper area. Even more control taken away from her. I just love it!

Points to you, Anon! (whoever you are). thanks for playing Truth or Dare.

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"What are you doing in here, baby?"

It was Sylvie's emphasis on the last word that set Amber's stomach lurching. "Uh- uhm, nothing! I was just, um-" Her eyes dropped to the bathroom floor, as if they might find a plausible excuse written there among the tiles. "I was just, uh, washing my hands-"

"Washing your hands, hmm? Your dirty, dirty hands?" Sylvie stepped forward, her tone lowering in husky amusement. "Aww, it's so good to see my girlfriend taking hygiene so seriously! Though I can't help but wonder, you know…" A wry smile flitted across her face. "Why is it you decided to walk right past the kitchen sink and wash here instead? You know… in the room you're not supposed to be in without supervision?"

Her last words lowered dangerously, and Amber felt a shiver of adrenaline ripple through her. It was the thrill of being reprimanded, of being caught red-handed, of being hunted and cornered like helpless prey. And in her quavering reply could be heard the faltering whimper of said prey, already acknowledging her hunter as the victor.

"I- I'm sorry…" she whispered, but Sylvie was behind her now, pressing her warm body close and running her hands teasingly up and down her hips. A soft, almost imperceptible rustle sounded in the silence, and Amber bit her lip in silent chagrin. "I- I know I shouldn't have! It's just that- well, I- I had to go-"

"You had to go." Sylvie repeated drily. "You had to go. Go where, I wonder? Hmm? There's no car in here, sweetie. No bicycles or skates or anything. Where on earth could my darling little Amber be going, hmm?"

Her hands were kneading rhythmically now at Amber's hips, and Amber's breath caught at the sensation. Oh, fuck-! Sylvie knew damn well what she meant, of course. She just wanted her to say it, to confess, to mouth those mortifying words. She gripped the hand towel tighter, awash in the delicious sensation of being so effortlessly teased… dominated… humiliated…

"To the potty," she whispered, a little lisp slipping unheeded into her suddenly high voice. "I- I hafta go potty! An' an I don't wanna make an accident-"

"An accident?" Sylvie was laughing softly now, her lusty voice warm in Amber's ear as she drew her closer. "Aww, were you scared you were going to make a great big mess in your pants? But sweetie, I thought we talked about this, didn't we?" Her hands were slipping under Amber's perilously short skirt, and with one quick tug the material was up around her waist. "Let's see here. Hmm… what's this? What's this pretty little thing you're wearing, baby? Tell me."

Amber trembled in place, her eyes dropping down to the puffy bulk on display between her legs. "I- uh- a- a- dia- a dia-" She let out a pathetic little squeal as Sylvie's hand pressed the padding deep into her most sensitive regions. "A diaper," she faltered, and at that simple little word Sylvie let out a throaty laugh.

"A diaper, hmm? That's right. My sweet, grownup, adult girlfriend is wearing a diaper! Isn't she?" She murmured affectionately into Amber's ear, stroking all the while. "It's what she needs, after all. It's what she deserves. Because I know that deep down inside, she's not an adult at all. She's just… a sweet little baby. And you know, there's one thing about being a little baby…"

She paused, and Amber let out a meek, questioning whimper. "When you're wearing your diaper, sweetie," Sylvie whispered, and every syllable rang with sultry authority. "It's because it's where you're supposed do your business. So there's no such thing as accidents, sweetie. No accidents whatsoever. Because when little baby girls like you squat down and fill their pretty, soft diapers…"

She chuckled, and deep within her Amber felt her stupid, subby pussy clench in ardent desire. "It's not an accident at all. In fact… it's exactly what I want you to do."

Well, at that Amber could only whimper once more. Nod. And turn her groveling, longing eyes up at last to meet Sylvie's… just like the sweet, submissive girlfriend she'd always known herself to be.

Image Credit: UKDiaperGirls.com

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This is OUTSTANDING!

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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."

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You weren’t sure when you stopped realizing you were wet. You could’ve sworn, just last week, you got that slight pang in your bladder and at least tried to hold it.

But now? Now, the only time you know is when mommy grabs a thick handful of your swollen diaper and announces it loudly.

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Giving you something for your upset tummy and holding you in a vice-grip in my lap until all those icky feelings push their way into your diaper.

"That's it, little stinker, hm? Just let it all out. Mommy's here."

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Mommy sliding a diaper under your hips for the first time. Soft cotton and warm caresses.

You've never seen her so happy. So at ease. Like this was always ~meant~ to be, life just got in the way. As she closes the tapes, you begin to wonder if she'll ever take them off again.