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Sammy's Little Problem, Chapter One

**This series is based on and in the same universe as in "Classified: My New Life." I don't know which version is the original, so I won't link it, but its on Wattpad. I'm not a true ABDL, but even I know its an amazing story. Trying to do it justice."

Samantha could barely pay attention. She’s heard this same spiel so many times. She gets it. She’s over it. She’s not going to be a Little anyway, so why does she have to sit through her school principal drone on about it again and again?

Today was Classification Day. Every year, on the last day of high school, students receive their test results. Samantha had heard it so many times before, she knew exactly what the classifications were: Caregivers, Neutrals, and Littles. The classifications were based on DNA tests. Each person was genetically predisposed to one of the three.

Caregivers were the backbone of society, according to the principal. Caregivers, unsurprisingly, were usually found in jobs and roles that allowed them to help others, filling their genetic desire to be needed. In the years before they turn 25, they gain more strength to allow them to meet the needs of their roles. 25 is a special age for Caregivers. It’s the age they are legally deemed Caregivers. It’s the age they are allowed to adopt Littles, should they desire to do so.

Neutrals gain no genetic advantages (or disadvantages if you ask them). They are genetically identical to humans before the Great Mutation, when humans suddenly developed the Caregiver and Little genes. They are allowed to adopt Littles, though the process is much more complicated. Neutrals, for the most part, live regular lives.

Littles, on the other hand, fall into three categories. Level One Littles lose the most muscle mass, emotional maturity, and physical abilities, such as walking. Most lose the ability to say more than a few words. They are, for all intents and purposes, babies.

Level Two Littles are commonly referred to as Toddlers. They are mobile, able to walk and talk, but lose all continence. They, like Level One Littles, are in diapers full time. They lose much of their emotional maturity, though retain all their previous mental faculties.

Level Three Littles are the most independent of the Littles. They often have decent potty control, with some requiring Pull-Ups in case of accidents, and some even able to go without any protection—provided they can get to the bathroom in time. Both Level Two and Three Littles were permitted to attend simplified college courses and even hold some jobs, provided their Caregiver permits it. And of course, subject to their needs and requirements as Littles.

But none of that mattered to Samantha. She had everything planned out. She’d been accepted to Stanford University on a full scholarship with the engineering department. She was literally going to become a rocket scientist.

“Why do we have to sit through this again,” Samantha asked her best friend, Lindsay, “how many times do they think we need to hear this?” Samantha and Lindsay had been best friends since first grade. They grew up together, they might as well have been sisters.

“It’s the worst,” Lindsay replied. Lindsay also had a bright future ahead of her. She’d be attending UCLA on a volleyball scholarship. Her whole family was tall and athletic. Both Lindsay’s parents and sister were caregivers. No one doubted Lindsay would be one too.

Samantha and her parents were Neutrals. Nobody in her family had been anything but Neutral. Unlike Lindsay’s family, Samantha’s parents held deeply prejudicial views about Littles. They were "burdens on society, living off the system." Samantha was careful to hide her parents’ prejudices from her friends.

“Do you think your sister is going to adopt someone from our class?” Samantha asked Lindsay. Alyssa, Lindsay’s sister, was 27 years old. Samantha had always looked up to Alyssa. Alyssa always had her life together. She attended USC on a volleyball scholarship, won two national titles, and graduated summa cum laude with a degree in accounting.

“I hope so! She’s been talking about adopting a Little for two years,” Lindsay huffed, “I’m sick of hearing about it. Just do it already.”

One tedious hour later, the principal had finished. The seniors were sent to their homerooms to receive their results. Samantha sat next to Lindsay, same as always. Their teacher called each of their names, handing them an envelope with their Classification results. The class waited until all the results had been handed out before they opened their results.

Around the room, people reacted to their Classification. Samantha, not worried about her Classification, watched with the others with interest. Most were, unsurprisingly, Neutrals, as Neutrals represented about 55% of the population.

Mark Gillespie, the starting quarterback of the football team, screamed in anguish. He put his head down, sobbing. Samantha knew what that reaction meant; Mark learned he was a Level One Little.

She turned to Lindsay, “poor guy, he was so good at football too. Maybe your sister will adopt him!”

“I think Alyssa wants a Level Two Little to be honest,” Lindsay said as she opened her envelope. She smiled, “Caregiver, surprise! Open yours, Sam!”

Samantha opened her envelope. She read it once. “No, no that can’t be right,” she thought to herself. She read it again. The world froze around her. Every time she read it, she started over, assuming it was a bad dream, and that the next time she read it she’d see “Classification Result: NEUTRAL.”

But it never did. No matter how many times she tried, she couldn’t change it. She stared in horrified disbelief:

Classification Results: LEVEL TWO LITTLE.

Chapter Two here.

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going full toddler: part 3: so icky

Steve gave Marie’s puffy bottom one last pat before standing up, ruffling her hair as he moved toward the kitchen. “Daddy’s going to make lunch, princess,” he announced, already rolling up his sleeves. “You be good and play while I cook, okay?”

Marie nodded, still nursing from her fresh bottle, the slightly sweet taste of the special juice mix lingering on her tongue. She didn’t know exactly what Daddy had added to it, but she had a feeling she’d be finding out before long.

She squirmed a little, her warm, squishy diaper pressing against her with every tiny movement and Daddy had left her like that on purpose.

But he’d change her soon… right?

Marie sighed softly, settling back into her playpen. She picked up her bunny again, absently rubbing its soft ears against her cheek as she looked over her little collection of toys. The pastel blocks were still scattered from earlier, and after a moment of hesitation, she grabbed one and started stacking again.

At first, she tried not to peek at Daddy.

She really did.

But every so often, her eyes drifted toward the kitchen, where Steve was moving around with practiced ease, grabbing pots, stirring things on the stove, humming softly under his breath.

And then he caught her staring.

Marie squeaked and quickly ducked her head, pretending to be totally focused on her blocks.

But she wasn’t fast enough.

Steve smirked from across the room, his gaze warm, knowing, adoring. He didn’t say anything just gave her a look, one that made her tummy flutter and her face burn.

It was the kind of look that told her he knew exactly what she was thinking.

She whimpered softly behind her bottle and squirmed in her soggy diaper, feeling small and silly and warm all at once.

Steve chuckled but let her be, turning back to his cooking.

Marie tried to focus on her toys again, and the more she played, the smaller she felt. She lost herself in the simple joy of stacking and knocking things down, occasionally giggling softly when the blocks tumbled over.

Every so often, she’d glance back toward the kitchen—only to catch Steve looking at her again.

And every time, his expression was the same.

Steve’s expression was one of love and adoration, his eyes practically glowing with it whenever he looked at her. But there was something else in his gaze too—a hint of waiting.

Marie wasn’t sure what he was waiting for.

She fidgeted in her playpen, absently stroking her bunny’s ear between her fingers. The warmth of her soggy diaper was still noticeable, hugging her bottom in a way that made her feel hyper-aware of just how little she was. But there was something comforting about it too—the way Daddy had checked her, acknowledged it, and then just let her be.

Like it was normal.

Like she was supposed to be like this.

That thought sent a deep flush to her cheeks, and she quickly grabbed another block, stacking it carefully atop the others. Her pigtails bounced as she shifted her weight, her legs splaying out as she leaned forward, focusing intently on her tiny masterpiece. The plush blocks were soft beneath her fingertips, the pastel colors almost soothing as she built her little tower, block by block.

Marie giggled when the stack tipped over, tumbling in a small heap in front of her. Without hesitation, she started again, grabbing a new block and placing it at the base.

She was so lost in her play that at first, she didn’t notice it.

The gentle gurgling in her tummy.

At first, it was subtle. A soft little roll, an almost pleasant sensation deep in her belly. She barely paid attention to it, more focused on stacking her blocks higher, her little tongue peeking out in concentration as she carefully placed another piece on top.

And then… the sensation grew stronger.

Marie froze mid-movement.

A slow, deep warmth settled low in her belly, spreading outward in gentle waves. It wasn’t painful—just… different. A pressure that wasn’t quite insistent yet, but undeniable. Her eyes flicked up instinctively, landing on Steve in the kitchen. He was still moving around, still cooking, still watching her with that same expectant look.

Like he knew.

Marie’s stomach flipped for an entirely different reason.

Her heart thudded in her chest as she swallowed thickly, shifting a little in her playpen. The thick bulk between her legs crinkled as she adjusted, but it only made her more aware of what was happening. Of what she might have to do. Of what she had told Daddy she was curious about.

Months ago.

She had confessed it in a hushed voice, barely above a whisper, while curled up in Steve’s arms one night. She had told him that she’d wondered about it—that she’d thought about it before, about using her diaper for everything.

And he had listened.

He hadn’t teased. Hadn’t laughed. He had just held her closer, rubbed her back, and told her that one day, when she was ready, she wouldn’t have to think about it anymore. That it would just happen. That she would just let go.

But… was this that moment?

Marie’s cheeks burned as her fingers tightened around the edge of her bunny. Had Daddy given her something to make this happen? Was that why she had been so thirsty? Or… or was it just because she felt so small?

She wriggled a little, trying to distract herself, reaching for another block and pretending to focus on it instead. She stacked it neatly, her pigtails swaying as she moved, but her belly had other ideas.

A small cramp rolled through her, stronger this time.

Marie sucked in a soft breath, her thighs pressing together instinctively. Her toes curled slightly, her body tense. The pressure was more insistent now, sitting low in her tummy, warm and ready.

Her fingers trembled slightly around her block. This was happening.

Unless she stopped it.

She hesitated—just for a moment—before blurting out the words before she could stop herself.

“D-Daddy?”

Steve glanced up from the kitchen immediately, his eyes locking onto hers. “Yes, princess?”

Marie squirmed, her cheeks burning, her fingers gripping her bunny so tightly that the soft fabric bunched under her hands.

“Can I… um…” She gulped, suddenly feeling very, very little.

Steve raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. “Can you what, sweetheart?”

Marie sucked in another breath, her tummy gurgling again, sending another slow, heavy wave of pressure through her. She knew what she needed to do.

But she wasn’t sure she could.

“Can I go potty?” she whispered, barely audible.

Steve stopped.

For a moment, he just looked at her. Then, very deliberately, he tilted his head.

Marie’s stomach flipped at the expression he gave her next—soft, patient… but completely unyielding.

“Oh, baby,” he said smoothly, stepping closer. “Where are you sitting right now?”

Marie’s face flamed. She knew what he meant.

But still, she mumbled, “M-My playpen…”

Steve nodded. “And what’s my little girl wearing?”

She swallowed hard, squirming. “A… a diaper…”

His eyes twinkled.

“Exactly,” he praised, reaching in to cup her cheek, stroking it gently with his thumb. “So, princess… why would you need to go potty?”

Marie felt so small under his touch, her heart pounding, her tummy still churning with slow, insistent pressure. Her legs pressed together on instinct, but Steve’s hand was right there, sliding down to her knee, gently easing them apart.

“You don’t need to go anywhere,” he murmured, his voice warm but firm. “You just let go, sweetheart. That’s what your Pampers are for.”

Marie let out a tiny, high-pitched whimper. “B-But Daddy—”

“No buts,” Steve interrupted, brushing his lips against her forehead. “You wanted to know what it felt like, didn’t you?”

She had. Months ago, she had.

But now that it was happening, she wasn’t sure.

Her tummy tightened again, her body practically begging her to just do it. But her mind… her mind was racing.

Steve cupped her cheek again, forcing her gaze to meet his. His expression was so gentle. So knowing.

“It’s okay, baby,” he whispered, his voice soothing. “You don’t have to hold it anymore. Just be a good girl for Daddy.”

Marie whimpered softly, feeling herself tremble. She could feel it—right there. Ready to happen. She squeezed her bunny, clenching her thighs just for a moment longer.

Could she really… just do it?

Steve gave her bottom a firm, reassuring pat, rubbing slow circles over the thick bulk of her diaper. “That’s my girl,” he murmured. “Just let it happen.”

Marie whimpered again. Her tummy churned.

And then…

She took a slow, shaky breath.

And stopped trying to hold it.

Marie’s breath hitched as she squeezed her bunny tighter, her fingers gripping the soft fabric like a lifeline. Her tummy gurgled again, a slow, rolling pressure that made her shiver. She couldn’t fight it anymore—not with Daddy right there, not with his warm, patient voice guiding her.

Her legs trembled as she hesitated for a split second longer, clenching her thighs before finally… releasing.

A deep warmth bloomed low in her belly, spreading downward in slow, deliberate waves. She gasped softly as her body took over, instinct giving way to something deeper, something far beyond her control. The thick padding beneath her swelled with warmth, hugging her snugly, accommodating every slow, inevitable push. She whimpered, her cheeks burning hotter than ever as the mushy sensation spread, pressing against her as she filled her diaper right there in her playpen.

She hadn’t even realized she was whimpering until Steve’s voice broke through, gentle and full of praise. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured, brushing her bangs back from her damp forehead. “Such a good little princess, just letting go like she’s supposed to.”

Marie whimpered, her body still tingling from the experience. The sheer helplessness of it, the warmth cradling her, the way she could feel every shift, every squish as she settled slightly—everything was so much more intense than she’d expected. Her mind swirled with emotions, hot and messy, just like her diaper. She had wanted this. She had asked for this. And yet…

She felt so little. So vulnerable.

And so, so icky.

A sniffle escaped her before she could stop it. The heat of shame mixed with the lingering flush of arousal, her emotions tangled in a way she couldn’t quite understand. “Daddy…” she whimpered, shifting slightly, her mushy diaper pressing into her in a way that made her eyes go wide with a fresh wave of embarrassment.

Steve’s hand was on her instantly, warm and grounding as he cupped her cheek. “Shh, baby, I’ve got you.” His voice was all comfort, all reassurance, but Marie still squirmed, her lip wobbling.

“I—It’s so yucky,” she whimpered, pressing her face into his palm.

Steve chuckled, completely unfazed, rubbing slow, soothing circles against her back. “I know, sweetheart. But that’s what Daddy’s here for, isn’t he? To take care of his little girl?”

Marie nodded, but the sting of embarrassment remained. The warmth in her diaper was starting to cool, the heavy, sticky feeling making her squirm even more. “It’s so messy,” she whispered, voice thick with emotion.

Steve’s smile softened as he reached down, slipping a hand under her bottom, palm pressing firmly against the full, squishy bulk of her diaper as he scooped her up into his arms.

Marie gasped, a fresh wave of humiliation crashing over her as she felt the mess shift, pressing against her even more as Steve lifted her effortlessly. She whimpered, curling into him, her small hands gripping his shirt tightly. “D-Daddy…”

“Oh, princess,” Steve cooed, rubbing her back as he bounced her slightly, making her feel every little squish. “It’s okay. Daddy’s got you.”

She sniffled again, feeling overwhelmed as he carried her toward the changing table. Every step made her hyper-aware of the state of her diaper, the way the full padding pressed and squished against her with each movement. She buried her face in his neck, her breath warm against his skin as she fought back another sniffle.

Steve laid her down gently, his touch careful as he set her on the padded surface without squishing her too much. Marie’s breath hitched as she stared up at him, her emotions swirling.

“Alright, sweetheart,” Steve murmured, grabbing the wipes and fresh diaper from the shelf. “Let’s get my messy girl all clean.”

Marie bit her lip as he popped open the tapes of her swollen diaper, the cool air hitting her skin immediately. And then—then the smell hit her.

Her face burned hotter than ever as she realized just how strong it was now that the diaper was open. She clenched her fists, looking away in pure shame. “D-Daddy…”

Steve, however, didn’t even flinch. He just chuckled, wrinkling his nose playfully. “Whew, baby girl, you really did make a big mess, huh?”

Marie whimpered, her hands flying up to cover her face. “It’s so stinky…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Steve’s warm, reassuring touch was back in an instant. “Of course it is, sweetheart,” he said cheerfully, grabbing a wipe and starting to clean her up with practiced ease. “That’s what happens when little girls go poopy in their diapers. But that’s why Daddy’s here, remember? To clean up his princess and make everything all fresh again.”

Marie peeked at him through her fingers, her heart twisting. How could he be so unfazed? She was lying here in the stinkiest, messiest diaper she’d ever had, and he was still smiling at her like she was the most precious thing in the world.

Tears pricked her eyes, but this time, they weren’t from shame.

Steve worked quickly, wiping her down with gentle care, humming softly as he made sure every inch of her was clean. “There we go,” he said as he slid the used diaper away, balling it up neatly before grabbing the fresh, pastel-printed unicorn diaper she loved so much. “Almost done, princess.”

Marie sniffled as he lifted her legs, sliding the thick new diaper beneath her before dusting her with sweet-smelling powder. The familiar scent was comforting, grounding. As Steve taped up the fresh diaper snugly around her, she felt… safe.

Loved.

By the time he was done, the overwhelming emotions she had been holding in finally spilled over. With a soft, shuddery breath, she reached for Steve, her lip wobbling. “D-Daddy…”

He was there instantly, pulling her into his arms, cradling her close. “Shh, baby,” he murmured, rocking her gently. “I’ve got you.”

Marie clung to him, fresh tears spilling over as she buried her face in his chest. “I—I don’t know why I’m crying…” she hiccupped, overwhelmed by everything—by the release, the mess, the shame, the care, the love.

Steve just held her tighter, rubbing her back in slow, soothing circles. “It’s okay, princess,” he whispered. “Sometimes little ones have big feelings. That’s what Daddy’s also here for—to hold you through them.”

Marie sniffled again, curling into him, her new diaper soft and crinkly around her waist. “I love you, Daddy,” she whispered.

Steve kissed the top of her head, squeezing her just a little tighter. “I love you too, baby girl. Always.”

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Going full toddler part 2: arrival

[part 1]

The car rolled to a stop in front of the cottage, the tires crunching softly against the gravel driveway. Marie rubbed her eyes, still slightly groggy from the long drive, her thumb absentmindedly brushing over the edge of her sippy cup.

Her first thought as she peeked outside was that the place looked like something out of a storybook. The cottage had soft, cream-colored walls with ivy climbing up the edges, and the windows had little flower boxes bursting with bright, happy blooms. A white wooden fence lined the garden, and behind it, there was a small swing swaying gently in the breeze. Everything about it felt warm, peaceful, and oddly perfect.

But her second thought—the one that sent heat rushing to her cheeks—was the realization that Steve was already stepping around the car to open her door.

Her stomach flipped.

She suddenly became hyper-aware of everything: the thick padding pressing against her bottom, the unmistakable crinkle that followed her every move, the soft pastel overalls stretched over her diaper, the childish pigtails that Daddy had put her hair in that morning. And yet, as Steve unbuckled her seatbelt and lifted her effortlessly out of the car, the friendly faces of the neighbors didn’t even blink.

A woman in a flowy sundress waved from a nearby porch. A man watering his garden gave a small nod before returning to his work. No one stared. No one whispered.

It was almost like… like this wasn’t unusual at all.

Marie’s blush deepened as she buried her face against Steve’s chest, wrapping her arms around his neck while he carried her towards the house.

“Aww, is my little one feeling shy?” he teased, giving her a soft bounce as he adjusted her in his arms.

Marie mumbled something unintelligible into his shirt, not daring to lift her head. She didn’t understand why no one seemed surprised to see her like this. Normally, in public, Daddy was a bit more subtle, a little more discreet. But here? He didn’t hesitate at all.

“Come on, princess, let’s get you inside.”

Steve pushed the front door open, and Marie barely had time to blink before she was completely overwhelmed.

The moment they stepped inside, Marie’s breath hitched. The inside was nothing short of a Little’s paradise.

The first thing she noticed was the playpen set up in the living room—a large, soft, padded space filled with plush toys, blocks, and a fuzzy pastel rug that looked perfect for crawling around on. Against one wall sat a massive crib, its wooden rails painted a soft cream color, big enough for her to sleep in comfortably. The changing table nearby had neatly stacked rows of thick diapers, powders, and wipes, everything meticulously arranged.

Her stomach flipped.

She didn’t even realize she had taken a small step backward until Steve’s hands landed gently on her shoulders, keeping her in place. “Like it, princess?” he asked, his tone teasing but warm.

Marie swallowed hard. Her fingers fidgeted at the hem of her shortalls. “I… I mean…”

Steve chuckled, clearly amused by her flustered state. He turned her gently, steering her toward the kitchen.

There, in the center of the room, stood a large highchair. It looked sturdy, designed for someone her size, with a soft cushioned seat and a little tray attached. She could already picture herself sitting there, kicking her feet while Daddy fed her spoonfuls of something mushy. The thought made her squirm.

“And if you ever want some fresh air…” Steve guided her to the back door, swinging it open to reveal a small garden with a swing hanging from a sturdy oak tree.

Marie sucked in a breath. It was overwhelming—so much thought had gone into this space, so much preparation. This wasn’t just a weekend getaway.

This was a place built for her.

Before she could protest or try to piece her thoughts together, Steve lifted her effortlessly under her arms and carried her back into the living room. “Alright, little one. Daddy needs to unpack. And you…” He walked toward the playpen.

Marie’s eyes widened. “W-Wait, Daddy, I can just—”

Her protests were cut off as Steve set her down inside, his hands firm but gentle as he guided her to sit. The moment she did, she felt the thick padding beneath her press against her, the faintest squish reminding her that’s she was already wet.

Her blush deepened as she looked up at him, pouting. “Daddy…”

Steve crouched down, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “No fussing, sweetheart. I’ll only be a few minutes. I want you to play like a good girl.”

Marie’s lips pursed. She crossed her arms but didn’t argue. Not really.

Steve smirked knowingly. He reached into the playpen and grabbed a soft stuffed bunny, placing it in her lap. “Be good, princess.” With that, he stood, ruffling her hair one last time before heading off toward the bedroom to unpack.

Marie huffed, gripping the bunny in her lap. She looked around the playpen, her gaze flicking over the plush toys, the stack of colorful blocks, the soft blankets. Everything in here was meant to keep her entertained, meant to make her feel small.

Marie sat in the playpen, clutching her bunny tightly as she watched Steve move back and forth, unloading the car. At first, she tried to act disinterested, her eyes flicking around the room like she wasn’t paying attention.

But she was.

She saw him bring in the diaper bag first, the familiar pastel tote that she knew was packed with all the necessities for the weekend—extra diapers, wipes, powder, cream, and even her pacis tucked neatly into the side pockets. Her stomach flipped at the sight of it.

Then came his suitcase, a sleek black one that looked downright boring compared to everything else. He set it by the bedroom door before disappearing back outside.

Marie shifted in place, the thick padding beneath her crinkling softly. She pressed her stuffed bunny against her chest and rocked a little, telling herself she was just sitting—not playing. Not getting caught up in little space.

But then… her eyes landed on the soft plush blocks stacked neatly in the corner of the playpen. The pastel colors caught her attention, the letters and numbers embroidered in gentle, looping stitches. Her fingers twitched.

Before she could think too hard about it, she reached out, knocking the stack over with a tiny push. The satisfying thump of soft fabric hitting soft fabric made something flutter in her chest. She picked up one block, turning it over in her hands, tracing the shape of the letter stitched into it.

Then another.

Then another.

And before she even realized it, she was lost in her own little world, stacking the blocks as high as she could, only to giggle softly when they tumbled down again.

She didn't notice how much time had passed. Didn't even hear Steve moving around the house anymore.

It wasn’t until her body gave her a different kind of reminder that she snapped out of her daze.

A pressure in her bladder.

At first, she barely reacted, shifting slightly in place. But as the feeling grew, she instinctively pressed her thighs together, her bottom shifting against the thick padding. It was a subtle reminder—one she could ignore if she really wanted to.

But the moment she focused on it, her body took care of the rest.

A tiny gasp left her lips as the warmth spilled out of her, soaking into the thick, crinkly padding beneath her. Her breath hitched. She didn’t even fight it—just let it happen, her body melting into the familiar sensation of relief.

By the time she was done, her entire posture had softened, her shoulders drooping as she sank deeper into little space. The wet padding pressed against her, warm and squishy, hugging her in a way that made her cheeks burn.

And then—without thinking—she reached for her bottle.

She didn't even realize what she was doing until she was already drinking. The cool liquid filled her mouth, and she suckled softly, small rhythmic pulls that felt… comforting.

It wasn’t until she was a few gulps in that the realization hit her.

She had just wet herself, without hesitation. Without even stopping to think about it.

And the very first thing she did after was reach for her bottle—like a good girl.

A deep, involuntary blush spread across her face. She squirmed, shifting in the now soggy padding, but instead of pulling away from the feeling, she found herself curling around it, hugging her bunny closer as she nursed from her bottle.

The warmth. The comfort. The way she felt so little in that moment…

Her tummy flipped, and she whined softly behind the bottle’s rubber nipple, embarrassed and weirdly proud all at once.

She wanted Daddy to notice.

Would he check her soon? Would he praise her for being such a good girl?

Would he tease her?

Marie sucked a little harder, her legs pressing together, her breath a little quicker now.

And then, as if on cue, she heard the soft creak of the bedroom door opening.

Footsteps.

Daddy was coming back.

Steve stepped back into the living room, his eyes immediately landing on Marie.

The sight that greeted him made his smirk grow.

There she was, nestled in her playpen, nursing her bottle with both hands, cheeks flushed pink, her legs shifting just enough to betray her squirmy state. She looked up at him briefly but quickly averted her gaze, her lips still wrapped around the nipple of the bottle.

His sharp gaze flicked from the scattered plush blocks around her to the way she fidgeted, her movements slower, heavier—and he knew exactly what had happened.

His little girl had gone potty for Daddy.

Crouching beside the playpen, he reached in and ruffled her hair, making her squeak softly. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice dripping with amusement. “Such a thirsty little girl. Having fun?”

Marie gave a tiny nod, still suckling at her bottle, her fingers gripping it tighter. She peeked up at him shyly, but when she shifted again, a tiny squish filled the space between them.

Steve’s smirk deepened.

He knew that sound.

Slowly, deliberately, he reached down, pressing his warm palm gently against the front of her shortalls, his experienced touch confirming what he already suspected.

Marie froze.

The pressure of his hand against her made her whimper softly, her legs squeezing together on instinct.

Steve chuckled, giving her a teasing squeeze, feeling the soggy warmth beneath the fabric. “Mmm,” he mused, voice full of knowing praise. “Someone’s all squishy and warm.”

Marie’s face burned.

She wanted to deny it, to squirm away, but she couldn’t. The evidence was right there, pressed snug between her thighs, and Daddy had already found out.

Steve wasted no time, his fingers moving with practiced ease to the snaps on the crotch of her shortalls.

Pop.

Pop.

Pop.

Each snap undone so effortlessly that Marie had no time to protest before her shortalls fell open, revealing her very wet, swollen diaper.

She wriggled, flustered beyond words, but Steve’s hands were already on her hips, keeping her still.

“Uh-uh,” he murmured firmly. “No fussing.”

Marie whimpered again, her fingers clutching her bunny as she tried to hide her face, but that only made Steve’s smirk widen.

He admired the sight before him—his little girl in nothing but a damp, swollen diaper, the padding pressed so snugly against her.

He cooed softly, his fingers trailing over the smooth plastic of her diaper before giving it a gentle pat.

“You didn’t even try to hold it, did you, sweetheart?” he praised, his voice warm and teasing.

Marie shook her head, still sucking her bottle, still so small under his gaze.

Steve’s expression softened, his fingers brushing along her cheek. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured. “That’s exactly what diapers are for.”

She whimpered at that, feeling herself sink even deeper into her little space, the praise making her tummy flutter.

Then, without another word, Steve slipped her shortalls off completely, tossing them aside.

Marie’s eyes widened. “D-Daddy…?” she mumbled behind her bottle, her free hand instinctively tugging at the hem of her shirt to cover herself.

Steve’s smirk never wavered as he watched Marie’s fingers fidget with the hem of her shirt, her subconscious attempt to cover the swollen, soggy state of her diaper. It was adorable, really—how she still tried to be shy about something so inevitable.

With a slow, knowing shake of his head, he reached forward, effortlessly prying her hands away from the fabric and pinning them gently at her sides.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed, tilting his head as his fingers trailed lightly over her exposed tummy. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Marie squirmed, her breath hitching as she clung to her bunny. “N-Nothing…” she mumbled behind the bottle, her voice barely above a whisper.

Steve chuckled, one hand drifting downward, his palm coming to rest on the thick, swollen front of her diaper. He gave it a firm but gentle pat, grinning as the squish beneath his hand confirmed just how soaked she was.

“Mmhmm,” he hummed knowingly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Doesn’t seem like nothing to me, princess. Looks like someone’s trying to hide her little soggy pampers from Daddy.”

Marie whimpered, her face practically glowing red as she tried to look anywhere but at him. But she didn’t pull away.

Steve sighed dramatically, shaking his head as if she had just said something completely ridiculous. “Now, now, you know better than that, don’t you?” He leaned in, brushing his lips against her forehead in a teasingly sweet gesture before continuing, his voice laced with condescension, but full of love.

“Toddlers don’t get to hide their diapers, sweetheart,” he murmured, his thumb lazily rubbing over the warm padding between her thighs. “Especially not when they’re this squishy.” Another squeeze, another tiny crinkle-squish that made Marie’s breath hitch. “That’s just part of being little. You don’t worry about things like that.”

Marie wriggled, gripping her bunny tighter. “B-But—”

“No buts, princess,” Steve interrupted smoothly, his hand still resting against her puffy diaper. “In fact…” He gave her bottom a few more pats, each one making the damp padding press snugger against her. “This makes Daddy’s job so much easier.”

Marie blinked, confused, peeking up at him shyly. “Wh-What do you mean?”

Steve smirked, his fingers trailing along the waistband of her diaper before slipping a single finger past the leg guard, pressing just enough to confirm what he already knew—she was absolutely soaked.

Marie squeaked, her whole body tensing as her legs snapped together.

Steve just chuckled. “See, little one?” He withdrew his hand and booped her nose, his voice thick with amusement. “No need for fussy diaper checks when my baby girl’s got nothing to hide.” His eyes flicked down to her exposed, swollen padding. “All Daddy has to do is look, and he knows when his little princess needs a fresh diapee.”

Marie whined, wriggling in place, the squishy warmth between her thighs making her feel even smaller under his teasing gaze.

“Besides,” Steve continued, his voice taking on a mock-serious tone as he gave her puffy bottom one last loving squeeze. “We wouldn’t want any leaks, would we?”

Marie bit her lip, shaking her head quickly. “N-No, Daddy…”

“That’s right,” Steve praised, reaching for her empty bottle and swapping it out with a fresh one. “Good girl.”

Marie reached for it instinctively, only hesitating when she realized the liquid inside wasn’t just plain water this time.

Steve caught her hesitation and smirked. “It’s a special juice mix, sweetheart,” he explained, tapping the side of the bottle. “A little apple, a little pear, and just a touch of a little something something.”

Marie’s stomach flipped. “B-But—”

“Hush,” Steve interrupted smoothly, slipping the bottle into her hands. “Just drink up like a good girl.”

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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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Ops An accident I pooped 😭

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I'd lost track of how long I'd been crying. Yea, it's pathetic, but you'd probably cry too if you were abducted by a bunch of strange men, shoved into a straight jacket, force fed some pills, had a giant pacifier stuffed into your mouth, and a diaper taped around your waist.

They tossed me into a room, leaving me in the dark despite the bright lights shining through the blindfold. The room actually smelled surprisingly pleasant, like lavender and baby powder. I tried walking around to assess my surroundings, but I kept banging into stuff. Hard wooden surfaces bruised my knees and shins. I eventually resigned myself to just plopping down on the cushy little rug.

I screamed and wailed for help, but it all came out as muffled moans. I tugged at my restraints but it was no use. I was trapped. Left to wallow in this darkness and pray to any and every higher power that I would be okay. After several hours of yelling into my pacifier, I was still met with silence. No one was coming for me. I had no choice but to piss myself, feeling it spread its warmth throughout my crotch. By the third wetting, the gravity of the situation really started to set in, and that's when the crying started.

I didn't want to give whoever it was the satisfaction of crying like a baby while wearing a wet diaper, but my emotions were high, okay?? My dignity was thrown out the window long ago.

Then, I felt a rumbling in my tummy. The familiar waves of impending bowels. My stomach dropped, seeming to make matters worse. My screams for help started again. No way I was going to shit myself. Not here. Not anywhere.

My voice was raw from wailing into the pacifier. I tossed and I turned and I kicked and I shouted as if it would fight off the growing discomfort in my abdomen. I begged to whoever might have been listening to let me go. To at least let me use the toilet, but it all came out as inaudible babble. No one was coming for me. This was going to happen.

I at least got in a somewhat comfortable position, shifting onto my knees and keeping the diaper elevated off the ground. I remember straining my muscles until the very last second. Fighting it until the end, until it was already on its way out. After finally accepting there was no stopping it, I let myself relax as the warm muck filled my backside. I felt momentary relief, but that was quickly squelched as the smell hit me. The degradation of defecation hitting me square in the face.

And then the tears flowed again.

I cried on the floor, any shred of dignity I had left was lost now as I laid and sobbed in my mushy, soggy diaper.

Finally, after another hour or so, I heard a lock slide, another lock click, and the door handle open.

"Well hello there..." came a smooth, sultry voice. It wasn't the same gruff men that were groping and man-handling me before. It was a woman.

"I see someone has learned how to use their diapers."

A hand reached between my legs and gripped the soggy padding, groping me and my crotch, working it back and forth. I'm a little ashamed to say it, but I actually started getting hard from the squishy squeezes. But that libido quickly dissipated when she squeezed my backside. The now cold mess flaring up its stench again, reminding me once more of what I'd done. She pressed her palm into it and spread the filth around even more.

"Such a dirty little girl..." she cooed into my ear.

Girl?? I'm a boy! Sure, I like to wear my hair long, but so do a lot of men.

She gave me a light shove, plopping me backwards so that the seat of my diaper hit the floor with a squelch. I was disgusted, angry, but then she started groping me again.

"You're going to learn to love using your diapers..." she hissed into my ear, squeezing the area where my dick was hardening again. "Every time you're good little baby slut for me, I'll give you a reward..."

Her pressure and rhythm increased. The wet, messy diaper crinkling as she worked it back and forth over my cock. It was a combination of disgusting and exciting at the same time, making my brain go fuzzy. She continued to whisper threats and encouragement at me.

"You're going to like it here," she said, "they all eventually do. We saw your posts online about hating the system. Hating to work. Feeling like you're wasting away at a deadend job rundown apartment. But we will give you purpose! We will give you a home! We will pamper you and play with you and keep you nice and fed!"

Her hand was stroking my padding furiously, a cacophony of crinkling, mixed with my slow, desperate moans. I couldn't process what she was saying anymore. I couldn't think about anything other than cumming.

"We're going to turn you into a little slut! A slave to be used only for her holes! You will be pampered and pimped out to the highest bidders! You will perform the most degrading acts for millions of live viewers! You are going to make us soo much money!"

My hips ground and bucked against the floor as I arched my back and my dick exploded into the soiled diaper, adding a fresh bit of warmth. When my spasms finally stopped, my entire body seemed to deflate, and all of my senses rushed back at once. All of the disgusting sensations overwhelming my system once more.

I felt the woman stand up, her shadow casting over me. Her hands were much rougher now as they yanked my head forward, and removed the rather large pacifier from my mouth, allowing my jaw to stretch again.

"Those men from before are going to come in here and use your mouth." she said simply. "I highly suggest you refrain from using any teeth. They don't take kindly to that. The more compliant you are, and the faster you make them cum, the better things will be for you."

Her footsteps retreated out of the room, the door opened, and her voice called "He's ready for you, boys!"

In no time at all, several heavy footsteps entered the threshold...

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A bit of a spread I finished a few weeks ago!

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Took a nice big enema and could barely hold it for longer than five mins!

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Big enema mess

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TW: forced regression, bodily waste, diaper use, non-con

Note that in this fantasy scenario, all individuals are adults over the age of 18!

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Why the crotch strap?

Oh, sweetie, it's really not that hard to understand! But I see the fear in your eyes – the fear that fogs your mind and clogs your rational faculties. Mommy gets it. Mommy knows how scary it is to see your new little brother getting broken in. Don't worry. Mommy will explain everything to you.

Never mind his moans. Never mind his squirming. Mommy put him in that straitjacket for a reason. He's safe now: safe from himself, from his silly attempts to escape, from everything that might disturb the process. See? He can tug and moan and writhe – like an adorable, pathetic little worm – but he's not going anywhere. Not so long as those straps are holding him tight in Mommy's inescapable hug.

The crotch strap, hmm? Aww, just look at it. It's so… wide, isn't it? Wide and strong, with stout buckles keeping it in place. It fits so well over your little brother's diaper, too. And with those pretty blue stripes running parallel with it… aww, it's genuinely beautiful!

It seems so tight? Are you sure about that, sweetie? Go on. Reach out and touch it. Run your trembling fingers over the plastic, the canvas, the lovely strong stitching… down to that cold steel buckle. Slip your fingers underneath, now. See? It's not quite so tight as you thought!

And why is that, sweetie? Why ever would Mommy leave that nice strong crotch strap loose, hmm?

Oh, I see your questioning eyes, blinking up fearfully. You don't know, do you? But don't worry. Mommy said she'd explain.

It's for a very good reason, sweetie. See, listen to your little brother, gulping and fighting in his bonds. He's struggling against himself now: against the lovely load of milk and juice Mommy pumped into him just now. Against the muscle relaxants that slowly are making it harder and harder for him to resist. Against the lovely, large fleet enema Mommy squirted deep into his bum… and that's already got him burning and aching to release.

That crotch strap is ready.

Because it will happen, sweetie. There's no way anyone can win such a fight. He'll lose: little by little, more and more, until at last he's lying there, shuddering as his bladder and bowels empty themselves over and over into his diaper. And with every addition, that diaper of his will swell: silently mushrooming out, straining against that strap, seeking for anywhere to expand and grow. With nowhere to go, sweetie… you know where it will expand, don't you?

Inward, of course. All around his cute little pee-pee. Tighter and closer, wet and mushy and ever so warm. That strap is there to tease him, to torment him, to force his mind to accept the truth: that he's Mommy's baby now, actively peeing and pooping his pants with no way to control himself. Sure, he'll keep writhing and wriggling like the stubborn fellow he is. But with every movement, that strap will tug. His pee-pee will sense it. And oh, you know what happens when little boys feel warm, wet, tight things around their pee-pees, don't you?

That's the second reason, sweetie. That crotch strap is there to tease him into arousal. Oh, he won't want to, of course. What self-respecting fellow wants to get hard from feeling his own pee and poo around him? But thanks to Mommy's crotch strap and his own submissive cravings, he will. He'll try to resist, of course – to struggle against his own dirty impulses. But with every movement, every motion, he'll feel his trapped little cock swelling, stiffening, aching… and being forced, deeper and tighter and more surely than ever, back down into the messy, squishy mass of his own soiled diaper. Still he'll fight it, and still he'll grow harder and harder… until at last, he'll be moaning and cumming, right into the humiliating mess of his smelly diaper.

That's why Mommy has the crotch strap, sweetie. Not to restrain his body, oh no. It's to destroy his pride, his sense of self… and in the end, his old erotic programming.

Aww, are you crying, sweetie? Whatever for? Are you trying to tell Mommy that you want a crotch strap, too?

She could arrange that, you know!

Image Credit: Baby-Doll.com

Be sure to check out my Ream Stories if you want to read more of my naughty fiction!

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Filling my PullUps. I should order another pack

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Costume Changes - Part 3

The first thing Lucy became aware of when she woke was the smell of pee. She slipped her hand down to her crotch and felt the wet overnight pull-up between her legs, resisting the urge to cry as she realised last night hadn’t just been some bizarre, terrible nightmare. The witch had changed her into a dry pull-up before putting her to sleep, but it seemed she’d also turned her into a bedwetter.

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes and trying to ignore her squishy underwear, Lucy looked around. Amber and Candace were nowhere to be seen, even though the witch had tucked the three crying girls into bed together. Nervously, she got out of the large, four-poster bed and tiptoed out of the spare bedroom, heading for the stairs. She wore a plain white t-shirt on top and nothing but her pissy pull-ups below the waist. Maybe she could sneak out. Maybe that’s what Amber and Candace had already done. But would they have really left her behind? Lucy’s lip wobbled and tears stung her eyes. Maybe they blamed her for getting them into this situation in the first place… She shook her head. Get a grip.

But as she crept down the stairs, she heard sounds coming from the kitchen. The witch’s cooing voice. “That’s a good baby, Candy! Who’s a good girl? Is that nummy? Does someone like her yum-yums?”

A happy gurgle answered her.

“I thought so! Mummy’s big, messy baby loves her nummy oatmeal. Even though she gets most of it all over herself, doesn’t she? Yes she does! Yes she does! Who’s Mummy’s messy princess?”

There was another gurgle, and in the background Lucy thought she heard a high-pitched moan. She reached the bottom and the stairs and moved slowly, fearfully, towards the kitchen door. She peeked inside, and felt her legs start to tremble beneath her.

Candace was sat in a massive high-chair, her mouth and cheeks covered with mushy food, and the witch was sat in front of her, feeding the young college student from a huge, steaming bowl of oatmeal.

“Open up, baby!” Candace opened her mouth wide and the witch slipped a large spoonful into her mouth. “That’s a good girl!”

Candace smacked her lips together noisily and dribbled oatmeal down her chin. She was naked but for a spattered bib that failed to cover her bare breasts, a pink bonnet that framed her beautiful face, and the big, white, clearly wet diaper that bulged around her waist. Her eyes looked empty and innocent.

Amber was sitting at the kitchen table too, with her legs spread wide, sucking her thumb lustily. Her other hand was in her panties. Her short schoolgirl skirt was flipped up, and Lucy could see that today’s pair were pale blue, and featured a Care Bear design. There was a noticeable wet patch on the front. Her eyes were rolled back in pleasure, but as Lucy watched, she bucked her hips and let out another whorish moan, then she blinked and looked at the kitchen door. “Like, hi, little sis!” she chirped, out of breath.

The witch turned around. “There you are, little one!” she said brightly, her eyes sparkling. “I thought you’d sleep all day! Come here, sweetie.”

Lucy’s body walked over to the woman obediently. She felt as if her insides had turned to water.

“What a soggy night you had, sweet girl!” the witch exclaimed, reaching down to give Lucy’s soaking wet Huggies a squeeze. “Look how much pee-pee there is in your pants!”

Lucy blushed. She wanted to shove the woman’s hands away, but all she could seem to do was stand there submissively while the witch slipped a finger into her training pants.

“We might need to think about putting you in something more absorbent for night-time, Lulu,” she said, removing her finger and wiping it on a kitchen cloth. “These pull-ups are soaked!”

“What’s wrong with Amber and Candace?” Lucy demanded, trying to sound braver than she felt, and fighting the urge to stare meekly at the floor and be a good girl for Mummy.

The witch smiled at her. “Nothing’s wrong, silly! This is how they’re meant to be. Candy can make all the messes she wants now. She can’t be held accountable for them, after all. She’s just a baby. Well, in her head at least. Just a big, messy, baby princess.” She stroked Candace’s golden hair, chuckling at the messy-faced young woman’s vacant expression. “And Amber will be much better off without her intelligence, and the know-it-all attitude that came along with it. She’s just a stupid, slutty schoolgirl now. Aren’t you, Amber?”

Amber looked up. She’d been busy groping her tits and sucking her thumb like she was giving it a particularly sloppy blowjob. She popped it out of her mouth and smiled vapidly at them. “Like, what did you say, Mum?” she asked.

The witch tittered. “Help your baby sister out of her highchair,” she instructed, “and take her into the living room to play. Don’t bother wiping her face. You know how much she loves being messy.”

“But Muuuum,” Amber whined, “I wanna, like, play with my pussy!” Lucy couldn’t believe that the young woman who had once been so smart and sensible was now little more than a childish, sex-crazed bimbo.

“Do as I say, young lady,” the witch said sternly. “If you’re going to be a dumb high-school dropout, the least you can do is help Mummy at home with your little sisters.”

Amber pouted but got to her feet and helped Candace out of her highchair. Candace stepped down onto the kitchen floor, her legs spread wide by the thickness of her oversized Pampers, but she hadn’t gone two steps towards the door when she stopped in her tracks, grunted loudly, and fell into a squat.

The witch’s tinkling laugh echoed around the kitchen again. Lucy just stared, horrified, as Candace, always so refined and polished, stuck out her bottom, screwed up her pretty face, and started pooping her pants like a two-year-old. With a crinkling sound, the seat of her nappy began to bulge outwards.

“Oh my God…” Lucy whispered.

Candace let out another unladylike grunt, and the back of her diaper drooped some more. She strained for another half a minute, her face still scrunched up and red with exertion, then she seemed to be finished, because she straightened up with a smile. “Poo-poo, Mama!” she announced happily. “Done poo-poo!”

“You certainly did, baby!” the witch gushed. “What a big mess you made in your nappy!”

Candace beamed with apparent pride, and Lucy felt her stomach roll.

“Off you go and play now, sweetie. Mummy will change you in an hour or so. I know how much you love squishing about in dirty diapers!”

Candace giggled and allowed herself to be led out of the room by Amber, who was back to slurping on her thumb obscenely.

“And now,” said the witch, turning to Lucy, “I think it’s about time you joined you friends, little one.”

Lucy backed away. “No…” she whimpered. “Please don’t make me… like them.”

“It’s only fair, Lulu,” said the witch, getting up and advancing on her slowly. “I can hardly punish the two of them and leave out the ringleader, can I?”

“Please, Mummy!” Lucy begged, tears leaking down her cheeks. “Don’t make me a baby!”

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” the witch said soothingly. “You’re not going to be a baby.”

“I… I won’t?”

“No.” The witch smiled, and her eyes glittered. “More of a toddler, really.” She tapped Lucy in the middle of her forehead.

At once, Lucy felt the tingling return, only this time it was far stronger. Her look of fear and panic faded from her face, to be replaced by a sweet, innocent smile. Her bladder released, drenching her already sopping wet pull-ups and causing them to overflow.

“Whoopsie!” Mummy sang, as pee-pee ran down Lucy’s bare legs and puddled on the floor beneath her. “Maybe pull-ups aren’t quite absorbent enough for you during the day either, little one!”

Lucy giggled. She put a finger in her mouth and sucked on it. “Had an acc-see-dent, Mummy!” she said.

“Not to worry, baby” Mummy cooed. “Mummy’s got plenty of nappies for her sweet little angel. I’ll get you all cleaned up, and then we’ll see about getting something in your cute little tummy, okay darling? I think a nice, warm bottle of milk will suit you just nicely. Come along now, Lulu!” She took Lucy by the hand and led her off for a change.

Lucy smiled at her Mummy. It didn’t bother her that they were around the same height. She knew she was still a very little girl. Mummy’s sweet little angel. And she always would be, forever and ever.

The End

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