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[paci-papa]

One of Papa's favorite ways to make a little one feel truly small is setting counter-intuitive rules.

Do you want a diaper change? Not only are you not allowed to ask for one, but Papa expects that you will fight getting changed every step of the way.

Exhausted and want to go to bed? You're much too little to understand what exhaustion is. No, if you want Papa to tuck you in, you need to throw a tantrum, railing about how you're not really tired.

Are you desperate for a meal other than goldfish, apple sauce, and cookies? You better be begging Papa for more snacks instead of dinner.

But, why would Papa subject his little ones to such silly rules?

Well, my sweet little goslings, being little isn't about being docile, submissive, and well-behaved.

It's about letting yourself feel and act on all of those big emotions, no matter how silly or meaningless they are.

It's about being seemingly irrational just because that's how you want to feel.

It's about being vulnerable.

Sometimes, little ones just need that extra push to remember that they're not expected to be well-behaved little boys or girls. All it really takes to be Papa's perfect little princess or prince is to let yourself fully embrace the silly, sticky, selfish little monster you were born to be.

[maddie-dog-story-blog]

Her Own Worst Enemy

This is my entry into yet another writing competition with @baby-erica and @destinedfordiapers. Go vote for who made their target the blushiest here!

Erica absolutely adored Mads. He was tall, strong, handsome, and dominant.

Every word he spoke felt like an order. It sent shivers of pleasure down her spine to comply to his ever whim.

That's why she wasn't surprised when one night, after particularly amazing sex, Mads disclosed to her that he was domming another woman online. He told her that the other woman's name was Eri, the Erica's nickname as a child, that she was Erica's age, and that she got off on being Mads' pathetic, diapered, little cuckquean.

Mads told Erica that he spoke to Eri like a child. He ordered her to wear and use diapers. He also told her about all of Mads and Erica's sexual escapades, taunting Eri's face with details of sexual encounters that she would never have.

As Mads explained his relationship with Eri, Erica's pussy started to throb. She couldn't help but start rubbing herself. The idea of some pathetic women rubbing her pissy diaper to the thought of Erica's wild sex set her slit on fire. She felt like a porn star in all of the best ways.

"Um, Mads?" Erica asked her boyfriend coyly as he watched her pleasure herself to the thought of domming another woman, "Do you, uhhhh, think I could help you… mmmm… tease Eri…. gah… too?"

Mads grinned, crawling onto the bed next to Erica and replacing her hand with his own.

"I thought you'd never ask," he responded as his fingers darted into Erica's wet lips, bringing her to a quick, yet marvelous orgasm.

Over the next few months, Erica took an active role in domming poor little Eri. Although Mads never let Erica see or speak to Eri herself, Erica constantly teased Eri via video.

Erica recorded herself riding Mads, Mads taking her from behind, sucking Mads off, and Mads sucking on her tits. She memorialized each sexual encounter with her dream man, as she taunted and teased the diapered woman on the other side of the camera.

"Mmm, Eri, I bet you wish were being filled up with Daddy's cock like me, instead of filling your pants like a fucking baby!"

"Oh, Eri, don't you wish you got to suck Daddy's big, hard cock like me, rather than just that silly little paci?"

"Mmm, Eri, if you had big girl tits like me, maybe Daddy would want to… Mmm…suck yours instead of… fuck, Mads…. mine. To bad you're nothing but a silly baby… fuck… not a… mmm… real woman like me."

"Fuck… Eri, if you weren't so pathetic…. ghhhh… you might be bouncing on Daddy's cock… ffff… like me…. gah… instead of bouncing in your loaded…. fuck… pampers."

Each message Erica recorded got progressively meaner and more degrading. Mads urged Erica's sadism at each turn, begging her to be more ruthless in her naughty recordings as time passed. Mads swore that Little Eri was begging to be degraded and talked down to more with each passing day.

Erica loved it. The power, Eri's humiliation, the mind-blowing sex, it was all so intoxicating.

However, as time passed, Erica found herself wanting to become more involved in Eri's submission. She began to press Mads to meet, or, at the very least, to speak with the other woman.

Each time she broached the subject, however, Mads denied her.

"Eri is shy."

"Eri isn't ready to meet you."

"Eri is too embarrassed to introduce herself yet."

Time after time, Erica's requests to meet Eri were shut down.

That was until, one day, Mads finally relented.

"Erica, you're right, it's probably time you met Eri," Mads said with a sigh as he lied naked in bed next to Erica after a particularly wild love-making session, "but, to meet Eri, you need to understand her situation better first."

Erica swallowed nervously at Mads' last statement. She didn't like the sound of that.

"What do you mean, 'understand her situation better?'" She asked hesitantly.

Mads smiled. "Well, sweetie, before you can meet Eri in person, you need to spend some time in her booties first. If you agree to spend some time in the nursery, I'll arrange for you to meet Eri."

Erica turned on her side and shuddered in both pleasure and fear.

She had never seen the inside of attached to her boyfriend's master bedroom. The nursery always locked, and Mads never let her inside when she asked. She had wanted to see the inside of that room for months now, but not in the way Mads was suggesting it would happen now.

"Like," Erica licked her lips nervously, "Really spend time in the nursery?"

Mads responded quickly, "Yes, baby. ~Really~ spend time in the nursery. I've thought about it, and you can't truly meet Eri until you experience her life a little."

Seeing Mads' determination, Erica knew she had no other options if she ever wanted to meet her boyfriend's diapered pet. So, reluctantly, she agreed to spend some time in the nursery.

The next morning, Erica found herself stripped naked and led into the babyish . Her eyes grew wide as she took in the giant baby furniture, adorned with cuffs and straps meant to detain any unwilling occupants.

Mads led Erica by the hand to a giant changing table and lifted her up on to it with ease.

"Let's get a diaper on that tushy," Mads said, popping a pacifier into Erica's mouth before she could protest.

Erica's cheeks turned bright red with embarrassment as she was expertly lotioned, powdered, and diapered by her boyfriend. In fact, Erica was so embarrassed, she didn't notice Mads slip a suppository up her backside as he taped her into the infantile garment.

"Now, let's complete the look."

Mads helped Erica down from the changing table and immediately began to dress her in a onesie that, somehow, fit her perfectly. He then grabbed some ribbon and quickly tied her hair into two neat pigtails on either side of her head.

"Perfect!" Mads announced as he tied the second bow in Erica's hair, "You look adorable!"

Nervously sucking the pacifier she was given, Erica demurely let herself be lead to the crib and restrained inside with both wrist and ankle cuffs.

"Some time strapped in the crib will really let you know what it feels like to be Eri," Mads said, kissing Erica's forehead.

Erica blushed, wishing this would be over quickly, while at the same time beginning to feel a burning sense of pleasure growing within herself from the humiliation.

As she laid in the crib, Erica noticed a strange object covered by a cloth hanging from the ceiling spanning the length of the crib. The woman was unable to determine what it was. Erica also noticed a large television hanging on a wall nearby.

"Ok, baby, I'm going to let you get settled. Don't worry, Daddy will be back soon," Mads said, leaving the room.

With Mads gone, the suppository inside of Erica worked quickly. The small woman began to thrash in the crib futilely before ultimately giving in and loading her diaper for the first time as an adult.

Erica was softly crying as Mads walked back into the room. Erica was both humiliated and incredibly aroused by the horrifying situation.

"What's wrong, baby? Did somebody make a stinky?"

The mocking made Erica sob harder as Mads walked over and caressed her cheek.

"Hush, baby, I know what will make you feel better. I think it's time you meet Baby Eri!"

Erica watched in horror as Mads pulled the cloth off the object hanging above the crib, revealing a full length mirror. Erica stared at herself, hair in pigtails, strapped into a crib, sucking a pacifier, wearing nothing but a onesie and messy diaper. A horrible realization dawned on her.

"Erica, meet Baby Eri!" Mads said cheerily, "I think you're going to find you have a lot in common!"

Erica turned her head to the side as she heard the television click on.

"I'm going to leave and let you get to know each other. Have fun!" Mads said as he pressed play on the remote and left the room.

Erica, or Baby Eri as she had now become, couldn't help but release a small stream of urine into her thirsty padding as she saw her own face fill the large screen.

Soft panting filled the air before Eri heard her own voice ring out.

"Mmm, Eri, I bet you wish were being filled up with Daddy's cock like me, instead of filling your pants like a fucking baby."

Eri's pussy throbbed in pleasure as she realized what was happening. Not only had she become a diapered cuckquen, but, she was being cucked by herself.

Even worse, Eri thought as she tried to free her hands from the cribs cuffs so she could rub the front of her messy diaper, she couldn't deny this is what she really wanted: To be nothing more than Mads' pathetic diapered plaything.

[mommybubblebabyz01]

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[abdldiel]

Daddy choose my outfit today :)

[diaperloverclub]

Diaper girl

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[paci-papa]

You had begged Papa to go with him to the gym. After four months as his live-in toddler, the thing you missed about your adult life more than anything else was working out.

Sure, you occasionally got breathless as you toddled wildly around the house, running from Papa as he tried to dress you, change you, or, occasionally, spank you. But, it wasn't the same as the meditative relief that came from running on the treadmill or the warm burn of lifting heavy weights.

So, you were ecstatic when, one day, Papa finally relented and agreed to take you with him to work out.

You were practically bouncing in excitement as you reached the check-in counter. You didn't even care that the discreet pull-up hiding under your shorts was already a little damp.

"And, just who do we have here, sir? Well we be needing a guest pass?" The handsome and fit young man at the counter asked Papa, eyeing you up and down in a way that made you blush.

Papa responding cheerily, "No, Oliver, this is a new member. I imagine they'll be joining me much more often from now on. Can I get some sign-up paperwork?"

Oliver, the gym attendant smiled and did as Papa asked. While Papa filled out the paperwork, you took the opportunity to take in the sights and smell of the gym. Everything was just as you remembered it.

Papa finished his paperwork quickly and handed it to Oliver. The gym attendant looked at it, then back at you, and smiled.

"Alright, why don't you come with me, sweetheart? And we'll get our newest member all set up!"

You easily took the handsome man's hand, after Papa reassured you it was ok, of course. Papa walked the other direction, heading towards the lifting equipment.

You were so distracted watching, Papa's path, you didn't notice where Oliver had brought you.

"Here we are!" The young man announced cheerily, causing you to look up and your jaw to drop.

You weren't standing in front of the cardio equipment or a yoga studio. You weren't looking at free weights or fixed lifting equipment. There weren't any stands for medicine balls or tires to flip.

No, your heart dropped as Oliver handed you off to the care of a young woman, her title of daycare attendant proudly displayed on her name tag.

You turned to Oliver with a look of betrayal on your face. He just grinned.

"Don't worry, sweetheart! Your Papa listed all your preferences! Miss Sally here will get you set up in a nice bouncer so you can work on your leg strength! And, if you're lucky, one will be free where you can watch your Papa work out too!"

Oliver then turned to 'Miss Sally,' the, no, your daycare attendant.

"Oh, and Sally, this little one is apparently in a pull up, and based on her application, my guess is that you'll want to make a stop at the changing tables first."

Your heart sank as the handsome young man walked up, and you meekly let Miss Sally lead you into the gym daycare.

Frustrated and defeated, all you could do as you made an embarrassing walk of shame to yet another changing table, is wonder how you could have expected Papa had anything else in mind when he agreed to let you join him at the gym.

[edmondsthings]

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[paci-papa]

Papa's Birthday Challenge!

Hello there all of my adorable little nursery dwellers! I hope each of you has a full tummy, fresh diaper (or undies for the middles out there), and fun toys!

Now, you all know that Papa loves writing his silly little stories for you all. But, Papa's birthday is coming up on Sunday, and he had an idea.

Papa would love to see the tables turned on his birthday and see you all create something for him!

Whether it's a coloring page, a cute drawing, a picture, poem, or even a story of your own, make something for Papa and send it in an ask, dm, or submission! Then, on Papa's birthday, I'll share all of them, turning Papa's blog into a refrigerator door, where I can show off how clever, cute, and creative you all are!

I really love this little community and would love to use my birthday to celebrate each other!

[maddie-dog-story-blog]

Saturday Morning Cartoons

As Lana's eyes opened, she was greeted by an all-to-familiar sight. Her small room, decorated like it belonged to a 3-year-old girl rather than the 30-year-old woman she was, was dimly illuminated by the warm orange glow of the princess nightlight plugged into an outlet in a corner.

I quick glance to the window told her that the sun hadn't risen yet. There wasn't a clock in the room, but she knew what time it was: 5:30 am.

A few years ago, being up this early any morning, let alone on a Saturday morning, would have been unthinkable. However, after years of living with Kyle, her husband-turned-Daddy, Lana's body was on the sleep cycle of the toddler her husband treated her as.

Every night at 7:30 pm, she found herself exhausted and ready to crawl into the pink princess sheets of her almost comically small daybed. As a result, every morning she found herself awake and unable to fall back asleep at 5:30 am.

This Saturday morning, Lana suckled her pacifier quietly as she listened carefully to see if anyone else was awake in the house. Unsurprisingly, it was silent except for the soft sound of her suckling and the crinkle of her soaked nighttime diaper.

Resigned to not being able to get back to sleep, Lana decided to slip out of bed. As she moved, she grimaced at the feeling of the cool soaking wet padding of her diaper being pressed against her crotch by the tight, fleece footed sleeper her husband's long-term girlfriend, Rose, had dressed her in at bedtime last night.

Hopeful for a change, Lana grabbed her favorite stuffed rabbit and waddled to the master bedroom as quietly as possible. When she passed the threshold of the door, she could make out the forms of her husband and Rose passed out on the king-sized bed.

Lana was not surprised to find Kyle and Rose asleep at this hour. She had woken up multiple times during the night to the loud moans and screams of pleasure from their usual Friday night escapades. Lana had no doubt that their adult activities continued well past her own childish 7:30 pm bedtime.

Lana almost rubbed herself over her padding thinking about the wild sex she had missed out on as she slept in her toddler bed. However, thinking better of trying to touch herself in any way in the same room as her husband and his paramore, she settled for suckling her pacifier a little harder as she stared at Rose's exquisite exposed breasts.

After staring at Rose's breasts longingly for as long as she dared, Lana waddled over to Kyle's side of her bed and dropped to her knees to be eye-level with him. She moved as quietly as possible so as not to wake her husband's lover.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" Lana lisped out quietly, just loud enough for her husband to hear.

His eyes opened, and he groaned as he reached for his phone.

"Baby! What time is it?" He yawned as the screen of his cell phone illuminated his face. "5:30? Why are you up? It's too early to be out of bed."

Lana blushed as her husband talked down to her like a naughty toddler who was out of bed too earlier. But, rather than try to fight his condescension, which she knew from experience would lead to a spanking, she leaned into it.

"But, Daddy, I can't seep! And I need changies. Pwease?" Lana gave her husband the most pathetic puppy dog eyes she could as she begged him to release her from her soggy diaper.

In response, he reached down and gave her soggy crotch an exploratory squeeze.

"Baby, that diaper is fine, unless your messy?" He raised a suspicious eyebrow.

Lana blushed again as she lisped, "No, Daddy, not messy."

Kyle sniffed the air suspiciously before responding, "Well, then, you don't need a change. Why don't you waddle your soggy little bottom back to your room and crawl back in bed? Daddy and Miss Rose are sleeping. You should be too."

Lana would have stomped her foot in frustration if she wasn't on her knees.

"But, Daddy," she whined, "I'm not tired!"

Kyle groaned in resignation like a father who knew his daughter wasn't going to do what he wanted. "Alright then, if you absolutely can't get back to sleep, you can go to the living room, sit on the floor, and watch your kid shows. But, you are not to come back into this room or bother me or Miss Rose until 9:30. Otherwise, you can go back to bed, and I will let you wake me up in two hours."

Lana grimaced at her choices. She could either lay in bed mind-numbingly bored for two hours in hopes of getting an earlier breakfast and diaper change, or be less bored, watching the children shows Daddy let her watch, but at the cost of two more hours in an already wet and potentially messy diaper.

Like the toddler she was treated as, Lana let her short term desires win out over her long term needs.

"Otay, Daddy, I go watch a show."

Kyle smiled and rubbed Lana's head reassuringly before she toddled out of his room, and he went back to sleep. Lana quickly made her way to the leaving room and settled her soggy bottom on her usual seat in front of the sofa as she turned on Sofia the First.

It only took one episode before Lana realized that she had made the wrong choice. Resigned to her fate, the diapered 30-year-old leaned forward, grunted, and released a huge load of poop into her soggy diaper with a trumpeting blech.

As she settled her ass back down into her disgusting, smelly mess, Lana couldn't help but groan at the thought of how long her morning was going to be, all because she wanted to watch Saturday Morning Cartoons like a child.

[edmondsthings]

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[paci-papa]

Our vacation together had been incredible! Two months, hopping across the globe, seeing different sights, exploring different cultures had been a once in a lifetime experience. And, Papa is not exaggerating when he says that he thinks it has brought us closer together than we have ever been.

The experience was so good that Papa hasn't even missed treating you like his adorable, subby little tot. However, Papa would be lying if he didn't admit that he was worried that you'd struggle to retake your rightful place as his silly little plaything when we finally returned home.

However, seeing you sitting here in your highchair, in your soaking wet diaper, half covered in oatmeal, laying fast asleep on the tray from the jet lag like an overtired infant, has made my worries disappear.

Papa snapped a picture to commemorate the moment.

I mean, how are you ever going to claim you're really a big kid again when you're confronted with this adorable evidence of your permanent immaturity?