Diapers

Please please please, hear me out:

🍼Every time I try to talk, shush me. Grown ups get to talk, not babies. Gently put my paci back in my mouth and smirk at me.

🍼Always treat me the same way no matter who’s around. Babies don’t get any dignity, so why should I?? Your friends, my old “big” friends, your family, it doesn’t matter. Let the grown ups do the thinking.

🍼Hold my hand everywhere we go so I don’t get lost, and hold it so tight it hurts when I try to let go. Embarrass me and scold me in public, make it clear to everyone that I’m not an adult worth respecting.

🍼Check my diaper no matter where we are. Out at a restaurant? Pants down around my ankles anyway, grown ups need to check thoroughly after all. We have friends over at our house? I shouldn’t be wearing pants at home anyway, no cover at all for my diaper. Mommy/daddies precious little one isn’t allowed to hide their pissy pampers, no matter who’s over. No dignity.

🍼Refuse to leave me alone in the house. 26 years old? No, I’m 26 months old you assure me, I can’t be trusted alone. You’ll hire a babysitter to watch me, and they’re to be treated with the exact same respect I would treat any other grown up. Who cares if they’re “younger” than me? Babies who aren’t potty trained don’t get to complain about who’s in charge.

🍼Set firm rules, and when I break them, punish me. Follow through, all the time, always. I want you to put so much fear in me that I’m conditioned not to break your rules. Make me sleep outside like a dog. Rip my pampers down and spank me so hard I cry. Slap me and laugh at how weak I am and how I can’t fight back.

🍼My phone?? Nope. That’s for grown ups. I can have a “pretend” phone instead (it’s just a bright piece of plastic with fake buttons) who was I gonna talk to anyway?? I can’t even spell, I’m just a stupid toddler.

🍼Schedule play dates for me with other Little’s. Humiliate me in front of them, and encourage them and their caregiver to laugh along with you about how pathetic I am. “Oh sweetieee, did you piss your pants again?? God, I can smell you from here EW” orrr “sit down little ones it’s time to eat! Yep, you can have a slice of pizza honey absolutely! Not my little one though, get into your high chair so I can give you your nummy nummy baby foods!”

I made a big messy in my highchair 🎀

No potty thoughts, No big girl words… just messy babythoughts n’ mushy pushies…

I love make poopies in my diapies

You’re the youngest in the family, and your parents have given up on the bedwetting solutions that never worked on your brothers. They just let you wear diapers until you grow out of it.

It’s Sunday morning, no homework, no rush. You can chill in bed a little longer.

I woke up from my last night at Gearblast in a surprisingly barely used diaper, which I decided to use for the long drive home.

By the time I arrived, it was pretty well sogged— except for the back. Still, I was tired from the drive and hadn’t been the most hydrated, so I was excited to change before bed early for work in the morning.

My roommates had different ideas…

The new Patches diapers had arrived, but unfortunately, they only come in a size large at this time. Given that they probably wouldn’t fit without an extra layer or stuffers, they decided that my road trip diaper would stay on to test out Patches.

I fussed, as I earnestly just wanted to change, but was threatened with my blackmail folder and chastity if I didn’t comply. As punishment, I was strapped into the high chair in front of non-ABDL friends and fed my dinner.

After some mandatory bong time, I was sent to bed and told that I couldn’t change until both diapers were thoroughly soggy. Before I could change or have an orgasm, I had to provide pictures and videos proving I was obeying and using my diapers.

Focusing on work was hard— the diapers were so tight and full that every movement caused sensations to run wild and smells to escape. There was enough powder to make me smell like a nursery but enough piss to make me smell unwashed bedwetter. Every hour, the thickness and rubbing increased, along with the smell. I was trapped in a horny prison of shame and desperation.

Eventually, the first layer could take no more and began truly overflowing into Patches. He hungrily drank it all and spread my legs further and further… every movement a reminder of what I was wearing.

After a sufficient amount of humiliating evidence had been shared, I was given the go-ahead to change, but only after I came.

I thought this would be a challenge due to the thickness of my diapered prison— I was wrong. As soon as the wand made contact, I felt the movement through every part of my body that the oversized padding touched. It sent wave after wave of scent to my nose.

Having been rubbed by the padding all day, within 5 seconds, I could tell I was getting close. In under 30 seconds, I was having another accident.

In under 60 second, I knew my Roomate’s were right, and that this was exactly how I belonged.