#diaper stories

[regressionschool]

Going full Toddler Directionary

[Chapter 1]

[Chapter 2] arrival

[Chapter 3] So icky [Chapter 4]

[Chapter 5]

[Chapter 6] Confession

[Chapter 7] Playtime

[Chapter 8] She really loves her Pampers

[Chapter 9]

[Chapter 10] coming soon!

[Chapter 11]

[ashbabylittle]

At this point, it’s the most humiliating to admit things in text rather than taking embarrassing pictures. Like my heart is fluttering at the idea of writing out what I want.

So here goes -

I want to be cucked, I want to be put into diapers by my girlfriend/mommy, who teases and humiliates me for wetting my pants. I want her to keep me in diapers 24/7 and I want her to check to make sure I’m using my diapers.

I want to get a bedwetting chart and start trying to wake up wet more often. I want to feel the humiliating surprise of waking up soaking wet, and then be forced to put a cute sticker on the chart that proves I wet the bed. I want to wet up wet and get checked immediately. I want my mommy to say “looks like the baby is finally wetting the bed” as she pats my full diaper without a glimmer of sexual tension.

I want my mommy to start going on dates, and to start bringing people back home. I want them to know that I’m there, to know that I am being cucked. I want to be humiliated in front of strong men. I want my tiny clit to be laughed at and pushed aside as I am ignored. I want to be teased and made to do tasks while my mommy gets plowed. I want to sit on my knees in my diaper, humping a pillow, while my girlfriend’s boyfriend cums inside of her. I want to feel pathetic when she feels like a woman.

I want to clean up the mess. I want to be teased even more after they’re done, reminding me about how I’ll never be able to have real sex again because I keep wetting my pants like a baby. I want them to come over and check me, and laugh at the thought that I pissed myself on the floor while they were fucking.

I’ll probably cum at this point from pure humiliation.

I want to be sat on my knees, embarrassed and ashamed when her boyfriend walks up behind me. I want him to position me on the bed and for him to pull back the waist band of my diaper. I want him to put his giant manhood down the back of diaper and fill it with his hot piss, grabbing the back of my hair while he does it. I want him to call me a cuck, I want him to treat me like a urinal. I want my mommy to watch and laugh.

[nononodojo]

I made such a big mess. I just couldn’t help packing my pampers.

Reblog with your own diaper caption!

[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.

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[babywriter]

“Those are cute.You want one?” you asked your girlfriend. You were referring to the huge stack of squid plushies.

“Can I?” Her voice was higher-pitched than usual, because this wasn’t quite like the usual. For the very first time, you had decided that you and your girlfriend would have a diapered outing. Nothing more exciting than going shopping…diapered! You watched your girlfriend pick one of the squids up and seemingly get lost in thought. You heard the faint hissing sound. 

“Lift your skirt up, diaper check.” You had waited for her to finish, but also to make sure the coast was clear.

Happily, she obeyed and proudly showed off the lion on her padded butt just above the wetness indicator that had just turned blue.

With proper credit to @littlestkittenx/@littlestkittenxx

[regressionschool]

almost

The brightly lit store buzzed softly with faint chatter and the hum of fluorescent lights. Ava bounced alongside Daddy, her steps light and eager. Her eyes darted across the shelves, the colorful packages of diapers and pull-ups gleaming under the harsh lighting. She felt proud—Daddy said she'd done well enough during the day to earn this special treat. Pull-ups! She was finally getting pull-ups!

Her heart thumped as they reached the aisle. Ava’s face lit up at the sight of the packages adorned with cheerful cartoon characters and pastel patterns. She tugged at Daddy’s hand, her voice spilling over with excitement. “Look! That one has little unicorns on it!”

Daddy smiled warmly, giving her a playful nudge toward the shelf. “Go ahead, princess. Pick your favorite.”

Ava nodded enthusiastically, her pigtails bobbing, and crouched down in front of the lower shelves. The cutest pack—bright pink with sparkly rainbows and unicorns—was tucked just out of reach. Her tongue poked out in concentration as she stretched forward, the hem of her floral hoodie riding up as she squatted.

And then, it happened.

The faintest, almost imperceptible moment of release. Ava froze, her eyes widening. A telltale warmth bloomed in her diaper, followed by a heavy, unavoidable sensation settling in the seat of it. Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she whimpered softly, shifting her weight uncomfortably. The squish of the sudden mess was unmistakable, betraying her to anyone within earshot—or smell.

"Oh, Ava…" Daddy chuckled, shaking his head as he knelt down to her level. His tone was soft but dripping with amusement, and he gently tipped her chin up to make her look at him. "You didn’t even last long enough to pick the pull-ups, did you, baby girl?"

Her cheeks burned crimson, and she squirmed in her squat, the fullness of her situation unmistakable now. “I… I didn’t mean to, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

He kissed her forehead with a grin. "I know, sweet pea. Almost made it, though. Almost."

[babywriter]

Fertility rates had been plummetting for decades. It wasn't only because people wanted fewer children, it was also because sperm quality had reached a critical low point. Children were still born here and there, but nothing approaching a global replacement rate. Fortunately, we'd fixed aging. Bodily and mental decline were things of the past which prevented society from collapsing.

Of course, in a society of only adults, having children became highly prized. To fix that issue, every year the people turning 21 were offered to go through state-sponsored regression. Using the same technology used to keep the rest of the population young and able, the minds of the volunteers were youthened to that of a two-year-old while keeping all their personality and memories intact.

Maggie had always wanted to be a princess ever since she'd been a little girl. Growing up, she didn't mind telling people that she wanted to be regressed once she turned 21. But then came beer and boys and various interests like painting and reading and psychology and suddenly getting regressed seemed a lot less interesting. By the time she turned 21, she was in a serious relationship. The boy in question was very open to her ABDL tendencies and babying her. They had talked at great lenghts about the possibility of Maggie being adopted by him. But, they agreed, they needed someone to be the mommy. Maggie was anxious about how enthusiastically her boyfriend seemed to search for a romantic partner that wasn't her and how quickly she came into the picture. She was a long-time friend of both of them and very soon the dynamic was put in place and an appointment for Maggie's regression was scheduled.

It was quick and painless, a few injections here and there that would only need upkeep every week until her situation became stable.

Losing her continence was wonderful, but slowly getting dumber felt a lot scarier. Thankfully, Mommy and Daddy were there to take care of her. They loved each other very much, but most of all, they loved her. Nothing can be scary when Mommy blows raspberries on your tummy! Getting picked up and carried everywhere, wearing pretty dresses and pink all the time, Maggie definitely felt like a princess.

Photo credit: @sophiexxlittle

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[regressionschool]

little women: tummy time 

You sit on the couch, a book in your lap, but your attention keeps drifting to Valerie. She's sprawled out on the soft rug, her legs kicking lazily in the air. Her favorite onesie, a green one covered in giraffes, clings snugly to her as she lays on her tummy, hands busy with a set of colorful blocks. The soft crinkle of her diaper is just barely audible with every little shift she makes, and every now and then, she hums a quiet, contented tune, lost in her little world.

The TV hums in the background, the low drone of a news anchor’s voice barely cutting through the atmosphere of the room. Your eyes flick back to your book, but you're not really reading. Instead, you close it with a soft thump and glance at the TV just as the news anchor begins speaking a bit louder, something about a new legislation passing. The headline catches your attention: “New Law Allows Adults to be classified as ‘Little’ – Legal Regressions Begin Nationwide.”

Your lips curl into a smirk. Oh, this is too perfect. “Hey, Valerie,” you call out teasingly. “Hm?” she replies without looking up, still focusing on her puzzle. You wait a moment, just watching her, then say, “Guess what? They passed a new law. From now on, anyone who doesn’t want to be a grown-up anymore can officially become a ‘little.’ You could spend every day like this. Every single day, playing with your toys, having tummy time... Filling your diapers.”

You watch the way her back stiffens slightly, the little wiggle of her legs pausing. There's a small twitch in her body, like she's caught between excitement and embarrassment. She still doesn’t lift her head, but you can see the color blooming on the tips of her ears, creeping down her neck. “Y-You’re just teasing...” she mumbles, though her voice wavers, betraying just how much she wants this.

“Am I?” you lean forward, setting your book aside, now fully focused on her. “Soon, you’ll have no choice. You'll have to do tummy time every day. Maybe even in front of everyone else. And I’ll be right there, making sure you don’t wiggle away. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

Her fingers fumble with the blocks, one clattering out of her hand and falling over. She finally glances up at you, her face flushed, wide eyes filled with both nervousness and something softer, a shy excitement she can’t quite hide. “Stop it,” she whines, shifting slightly, the crinkle of her diaper filling the quiet. “You’re embarrassing me.”

“Aww,” you coo, leaning down a bit more. “But you love it, don’t you? Being my little girl... And soon, everyone else will know it, too.” Vallerie’s cheeks go even redder as she quickly ducks her head, trying to bury her face into her stuffed giraffe. She’s trying so hard to hide, but you can see her little smile tugging at the corner of her lips, hear the tiny giggle she can’t quite suppress.

[propus381]

feeling cute das all :P

[maddie-dog-story-blog]

Thanksgiving at his Family's House

"Sorry, sweetie! Brandon didn't tell us he was bringing a guest! This is the only chair we have left! I'm just so happy that you're such a tiny little thing, that you fit!" Your boyfriend's mom told you as she slid the tray of the high chair in place.

At least you got to sit next to Brandon, you thought to yourself as you looked at the crowded room filled with the unfamiliar faces of your boyfriend's relatives.

It would have been nice if Brandon could have warned his family he was bringing you. It would have been nice if he would have had the time of dinner right. Maybe if you had been on time or his mom was forewarned, you wouldn't be dressed in your holiday best, locked in a high chair, waiting for Brandon to make you a plate like a toddler.

But, you weren't going to make a fuss and risk a bad impression the first time meeting his family. And you were glad you didn't.

As dinner went on, you found yourself happily chatting with all of Brandon's family members. They were all so kind and interesting that you totally forgot your childish seating arrangement.

As you chatted away with Brandon's sister, a 27-year-old woman just a few years your senior, you didn't even mind when he left, saying he was going to play football in the backyard.

At least, you didn't mind until all of the delicious food you had been eating started to make its way through your body.

"Hey, do you think you could let me out so I can help clean up?" You asked your boyfriend's sister timidly as you started to notice mother nature running it's course through your bladder and bowels.

"Of course not, sweetie! You're our guest! Make yourself comfortable! No cleaning for you," she said as she cleared your plate and utensils off the tray of your highchair.

You turned to Brandon's mother, hoping for help from her as a cramp rocked your body.

"Um, ma'am, could you let me out? I'd like to keep getting to know you all and don't want to be stuck at the table," you asked politely.

Your boyfriend's mother grinned.

"Oh, sweetie! You don't have to get out of your seat for that! I'll just roll you into the kitchen so you can talk with us while we clean!"

You blushed as the larger woman easily tipped the high chair back on its small wheels and rolled you into the kitchen.

You gripped your stomach and squeezed your thighs together as best you could as his mother and sister spoke with you while doing dishes.

However, after a little time, the sound of running water in the sink and the pressure of the large dinner you ate became too much. With zero fanfare, your bladder and bowels released at once, destroying your panties and cute holiday skirt.

Tears immediately pooled in your eyes at the humiliation of what had just happened. You were trying to plan a way out of the situation when Brandon's sister turned from the sink, and her gaze fell on you.

"What's wrong?" She asked just as the smell hit her. "Oh! Oh, no! Why didn't you tell us you needed to?" She asked rhetorically, letting the last words of her question drop off.

Tears began to roll down your cheeks in earnest.

The slightly older woman leaped into action immediately at your obvious distress. She whispered in her mom's ear then rescued you from your plastic prison. She easily lifted you onto her hip like an infant, embarrassingly smushing the mess in your panties into you, and carried you to an upstairs bedroom, decorated for a young girl.

"Don't worry, sweetie, we'll get you all fixed up and know one will be the wiser!"

Your boyfriend's sister expertly stripped you of your clothes and produced another holiday outfit, this time a red dress that looked a little big for you. She also pulled a large, white diaper out of a dresser.

You were too embarrassed to protest or ask questions as she had you lay on the bed and diapered you. You then meekly raised your arms as she pulled the dress over your head.

You spun for her at her command. She clapped her hands together, satisfied.

"Perfect! And no one else has to know! If anyone asks, I just thought you would look amazing in this cute little dress I used to wear to Thanksgiving in middle school, and you agreed to change!"

You nodded your head obediently, ready to agree to any story other than the truth.

"And, if you have any other little, um, accidents," your boyfriend's sister said conspiratorially, "just let me know, and your new big sister will be more than happy to take care of you again."

You blushed, but nodded your head in affirmation meekly, not ready to piss off the woman who just helped you after watching you mess yourself in a highchair.

She led you back into the rest of the house, where the rest of the family was now gathered together watching football. Brandon's mom gave you an empathetic look as you carefully walked over to your boyfriend and sat next to him.

"Hey, baby," he said, making your face turn as red as your dress, "Cute outfit! My sis is letting you borrow her clothes? I told you that she'd love you!"

You just snuggled into him and made a non-committal noise.

The rest of the night went blessedly smoothly. Everyone socialized amiably, updating each other on the happenings in their lives before it was time to leave. You were only reminded of the events earlier in the day twice, when Brandon's sister asked if you needed any more 'help.'

As you left for the night, his sister made sure to give you the last hug. She let her hand drift down your back and onto your padded rear-end, squeezing it before announcing to the rest of the family, "I've always wanted a baby sister, and I'm so happy my little brother has seemed to find me the perfect one! I can't wait to see you at Christmas!"

The rest of the family cheered in agreement as you walked out the door to the car, your boyfriend beaming at how much everyone loved you. You, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel like you were going to learn to dread holidays with his family as you let a little trickle of urine into the diaper wrapped between your legs.

"The Christmas Debacle."

[babywriter]

"Daddyyyy!"

It was sunday morning and Natalie was running around in her PJ and nighttime diaper. On the weekends, Daddy knew his babygirl enjoyed sleeping in to recover from that very tough week she'd gone through. But, always the energetic little, Natalie sprang up from bed when she realized that Daddy wasn't there to be cuddled. She ran to the kitchen, where he was making pancakes.

"Daddyyyy!" she whined.

Suddenly, she stopped her whining and uncoordinated twirling. Her body was telling her she needed to go.

"Mm." she grunted cutely. Thankfully, the sound of the pancakes getting cooked covered the sound of her peepee flowing into the diaper and that little toot she let out. Natalie also happened to have terrific timing.

"Pancakes are ready!" Daddy said as he flipped them on a plate.

The woman squealed in delight and ran, saggy diaper and all, to the kitchen's table. She nearly jumped on the chair. As such, the mess in the back of her diaper mushed and spread. But she didn't care. A bib was tied around her neck and Daddy brought the stack of pancakes that he covered in real maple syrup and lovingly cut and fed to his girlfriend. Even though tomorrow she wouldn't look like a baby to her coworkers, she could be assured that Daddy would tape her up in one of those same thick babyish diapers for her to go potty in. And well, she's still a baby on the weekends.

Photo credit: @nepies

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[regressionschool]

Walking in [warning, bad pun]

You push open the door, the familiar creak barely registering over the surprise of seeing your roommate caught in such an unexpected state. There she is, only in a soft pink diaper, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade as her eyes widen in shock. You were supposed to be away for two more days, and her embarrassment fills the room like thick perfume.

"Oh! I, uh... I thought you were coming back on Thursday," she stammers, her hands awkwardly trying to cover up, though there isn’t much to hide that the pink diaper hasn’t already revealed.

You can't help but feel a stir of excitement at the sight, her vulnerability so openly displayed, but you keep your tone playful to keep the mood light. "Looks like I've caught my naughty roommate red-handed. Or should I say, pink-diapered?" you tease, stepping closer, your smile broadening.

Her face heats up even more, if possible, and she bites her lip, a mix of mortified and something else—perhaps a dash of excitement? "It's not what it looks like," she tries to defend, her voice a whisper of defiance.

You chuckle, walking over to sit beside her on the sofa, your expression softening. "It looks exactly like someone loves her comfy diaper time a bit too much to check her phone," you say, nudging her playfully with your shoulder.

She sighs, a playful pout forming as she finally meets your gaze. "Maybe I do," she admits, her voice small. "Well, since I'm back early, how about we make the most of these next two days?" you suggest, your tone teasing yet gentle. "You seem to love being so coddled and cozy in your diaper—how about you be my baby for the next two days? I think it suits you."

Her eyes sparkle with a mix of excitement and nervousness, but she nods, a shy smile creeping across her face.