The Trail.

(this is a work of ddlg fiction. all characters are consenting adults!!!! also, i have no idea what pop stars’ managers actually do. it’s probably not change their diapers oops

also yall, why did i tear up writing this? i want a daddy so badly, i guess the yearning just came bubbling out)

“this is the biggest show you’ve ever played,” gracie’s tour manager logan said, striding into her dressing room. he was holding a packet of her favorite strawberry lemonade electrolytes. she hadn’t even asked for them, yet here he was: always knowing exactly what she needed before she even asked.

“how many people?” gracie asked as she scrutinized herself in the vanity mirror, touching up the makeup under her eyes.

“close to 25,000.”

gracie shot logan a look. “no fucking way.”

“language.” logan said back.

it was an inside joke between them. logan was quite a bit older than gracie. a grumpy bearded man in his 40s who saw gracie as somewhat of a daughter figure.

the first time he’d heard the 20-something year old old cuss on set, he’s instinctively grumbled, “language.”

now, he still said it, but with that teasing gravely voice that gracie loved so much.

he was technically employed as her manager. in charge of booking events and managing her schedule and making sure her team was where they needed to be. but he really did so much more than that. he kept her steady. he made her laugh. he took care of her on set, protected her.

logan was also the only one on her team that knew about gracie’s little secret. what she was currently wearing under her sparkly little silver dress.

“here, you need to stay hydrated.” logan said, dumping the electrolyte packet into a plastic water bottle and shaking it up for her.

“thanks.”

“you nervous at all?” he asked, as gracie accepted the water bottle and took a long sip. then she cleared her throat.

“just the usual amount of nerves. it never exactly goes away.” she stood up, shimmying back and forth in her slinky little dress. “you can’t tell, right?” gracie asked logan with a knowing look.

he knew what she was asking.

“bend over.” he said, his voice commanding and casual.

she bent.

he knelt behind her, hands going under her skirt to adjust the bloomers under the dress, hiding her padding. his hands were warm and big and practiced. she trusted them completely. and secretly…she liked feeling them on her.

“all clear.” he said, patting her padded butt through the dress. “no one will know a thing.”

“thank you.” she said breathlessly. “and logan?”

he looked up at her from where he knelt on the ground, hands still on the back of her thighs. his eyes were so kind, his touch so familiar.

“what is it? you okay, kiddo?”

she simultaneously felt tethered and untethered to him. he was keeping her grounded, but he was also unraveling her with his every move.

“thank you for everything you do for me.”

logan cracked a crooked smile. “of course, kiddo. it’s almost like they pay me to do it.”

they both laughed, but gracie felt a little embarassed by her earnestness. of course. this was logan’s job. he didn’t bring her electrolytes and ask her how she was feeling and check her diaper for god’s sake just because he wanted to. it was his literal job.

“right right, of course.” gracie said, swallowing her embarrassment. she could feel her cheeks blushing. “well, i should go get in position.”

“we’ve still got some time,” logan said, checking his watch.

gracie shook her head. “i want to go early. like you said, big show. i need to get in the right headspace.”

she left logan kneeling in the dressing room, while she hurried off to her position under the stage.

for 25,000 people in the crowd, the show was pretty uneventful. gracie hit her marks. she sang the songs she’d written in her bedroom years ago. she performed the role of the charming yet courteous, personable pop star.

she was used to this act.

but there was one person she couldn’t act in front of.

the show ended with silver confetti blasting into the crowd, and gracie waving and smiling as she walked off stage.

sweaty and sore and exhausted after performing, she headed backstage, ignoring the cheers and compliments of the rest of her team. they were lovely, but they weren’t what she needed right now. they weren’t who she needed.

backstage was a flurry of colors and people and muffled sounds. sets being moved and disassembled, technical crew running back and forth to take down the show.

somebody accidentally jostled gracie, bumping her hard in the waist. she tensed up.

her waist hurt, and she suddenly became aware of the soggy diaper underneath her dress. she wanted it off. she wanted everything off.

she felt overwhelmed as she made her unsteady way back to her dressing room. overwhelmed from the chaos of backstage, and over-exhausted from the show she just put on.

her head swam. her throat thickened.

god, where was he?! he always met her right after her shows. and now, she felt alone and unsteady and…lost. she felt like a lost little girl alone in the crowd.

gracie’s lip quivered and fat tears started to fall as she finally got to her dressing room and swung the door open.

logan was standing there, by the changing table, a fresh diaper in his hands. his eyes met her, and it was like something immediately clicked.

“oh, gracie.” he said, dropping the diaper and running over to her. he immediately held her, and she melted into his arms, holding him like an anchor in a stormy sea. “what’s wrong, sweet girl?” he asked gently.

she sobbed into his chest, overwrought with emotion. and now logan’s arms were around her and she overwhelmingly felt at home.

she let herself cry ugly, slobbering, messy tears. because she knew logan had already seen her at her most vulnerable. she trusted him with every part of herself.

she squeezed him tighter, breathing in his familiar smell. her tears soaked into his t-shirt, but she didn’t care. all she cared about was being in his arms.

“daddy.” she sobbed, the word slipping out before she’d even thought it. but she felt it with her entire being. it wasn’t anything she could explain away. and she hoped she wouldn’t need to explain it.

logan paused. she felt him pause. she felt the tension in his whole body from hearing that one word. then, he relaxed. like a wave of acceptance.

Sunday morning cuddlz with my love

It's the birthday of both her kids. They've each turned 18, and are now adults.

But mama isn't happy about that. She doesn't want her little ones to grow up. And she's decided she won't let that happen.

At dinner, mama has started giving her kiddos extra drink during their meals. They go to bed, and the water settles in them, making their bladders full. And thus, they accidentally wet the bed, creating a wet puddle on their sheets.

Mama comes in her son's room first. "Oh, did my little boy have an accident?" She says pretending like she doesn't know why it happened. "Well we can't have you wetting yourself, can we? Don't you worry darling, I have just the thing."

She takes her boy's clothes off, leaving him standing there naked as he watches mommy change out his soiled sheets. But she doesn't replace them with normal sheets. Instead, she replaced them with a sheet that has cute babylike prints.

She orders him to lay back down on the bed. She then takes out a nice, thick diaper, and watches as her son's eyes widen. "Mom! You seriously can't expect me to wear—"

But mama cuts him off, pressing her finger against his lips. "Shh baby. It's not "mom" anymore. You are to call me mama, or mommy." She put the diaper beneath his bottom, and vegans to tape it up over his hips. He's not happy about it.. yet. But he knows he has to do whatever mommy says.

Once he's all cleaned up, mama tucks him back into bed, and kisses his forehead. "Good boy.." she mummers. "Don't take it off now. I'd hate to have to give you a spanking~"

And now, she heads to her daughters room. She's standing there, her pants wet, her sheets wet, and she's trying to figure out what to do. As she sees her mama come in, her cheeks flush in embarrassment. She's embarrassed at her mother seeing her, an adult woman, who's just wet herself.

"Oh dear.. did you have an accident too, princess? Your brother just had one too! It's okay, mama will get you all cleaned up."

The routine was the same as before. Mommy strips her daughter of her clothes, and changed her sheets into something with those same babylike patterns on them. And then she guides her daughter to lay down again as she retrieves another diaper.

Just like her son, her daughters eyes widen. "M-mom! No you can't do that! I'm not a b-baby! I'm an adult!"

But mama just tsked as she placed the diaper beneath her bottom and taped it up. "Oh come now.. a big girl wouldn't be wetting herself, now would she? That's something babies do. And now, mommy is just treating you accordingly.

Once the diaper was secured, she tucks her daughter into bed, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Sweet dreams baby.. mommy will be ready for you in the morning."

This was just the beginning...

The next morning, both of them were woken up. Mama calls them into the kitchen. "Your breakfast is ready."

They both walk into the kitchen. They are both almost fully naked except for the diaper covering them. They noticed something different. There were two large highchairs in the kitchen. On them was their food, but placed on children's plates. And next to that was a sippy cup filled with their favorite drinks.

Mama helps both of them into the high chairs, and puts a bib around both of their necks. "There we go! I wouldn't want my sweet babies to get messy."

After they ate, mommy takes the bibs off and lets them out of the highchairs. They are then taken to the bedroom for a diaper change.

Now it's playtime. Mommy puts cartoons on TV and lays out all their old baby toys for them to play with. By now, they both are starting to slip into regression.

But now, it's time for some extra fun playtime...

Mommy sits down on the couch across from them. "Aww how sweet.. look at you two playing together. Okay, I have a extra super special game for us to play! Would you like to hear it?"

Regressed and babied to infancy, they both nod.

Mommy stands up, and guides her son to lay down with his legs parted slightly. She then guides her daughter to sit on top of him, so their diapers are pressed right against each others.

"That's it! Very good.. now just slowly start grinding.. yes just like that.."

They start to rub against each other. Brother's bulge rubs against his sister's clit through the padding. They both start to moan and cry in pleasure. Oh it feels so, so nice...

They begin to feel a pressure building up between their legs. Their regressed minds can't really comprehend what's happening. But one thing is for certain. And it's that this feels GOOD. And they need more.

Then the orgasm happens. Their breathing grows more heavy, their moans and whines becoming more high pitched as they both start to tremble.. and then they release themselves, filling their diapers with not only pee, but their cum too.

(this is a work of fiction. all characters are consenting adults!!!

also, this is something new🤭 a lil dd/lg, md/lb, sibling fauxcest melting pot! shoutout to my bestie/baby brother @diaperedgalor for basically cowriting this hehe)

stephanie rolled over in bed, surprised to bump into something. no, not something. someone.

she sat up in her twin bed, squinting through the sunlight streaming in.

“sam. why are you in my bed again?”

her little brother sam was curled up next to her, taking up half her bed. he was 26, way too old to be crawling out of his crib at night and into her big girl bed.

stephanie gave her brother a rough tussle.

“get up. you’re taking up half my bed. and you smell like pee.”

sam didn’t wake, only snuggled in closer, nestling his head into his sister’s shoulder. he was warm and cozy like a heater, with his very soggy diaper and his dinosaur onesie keeping him snug. there he lay, blissfully sucking his paci and probably filling his diaper whenever he felt the urge.

unlike stephanie, sam was not potty trained at all. their mommy and daddy kept him diapered all the time, while stephanie only had to wear her diapers at night. a fact that stephanie was very proud of.

she relished her role as big sister, and loved that she was bigger and smarter and more independent than her baby brother.

but secretly, stephanie kinda liked how needy sam was. and she kind of liked that he smelled like pee as he curled up into her side.

stephanie gave her baby brother’s diaper an experimental grope through his onesie. her hand was met with warm, squishy padding. oh. sam was soggy.

the feeling of the swelled up padding made stephanie squirm, suddenly very aware of her own padding around her princess parts.

she reached a hand down to check her own diaper. just a little damp. daddy would be proud of her. out of their two parents, daddy was in charge of steph’s diapers, while mommy was in charge of sam’s.

they said it was “easier” but both kiddos knew it was actually because sam was mommy’s favorite and steph was daddy’s favorite.

just then, the door to the shared nursery swung open. mommy walked in, frowning at sam’s empty crib, then making her way over to stephanie’s bed.

“i see we had an escapee.” mom said, crossing her arms as she looked at sleeping sam. she shared a silly look with stephanie, and then said conspiratorially, “should we wake the silly baby or let him sleep?”

stephanie yawned, sitting up in bed on her knees.

“wake him!! he woke me by taking up my whole bed!!”

“steph, girly, i’m sorry sam intruded on your big girl space again. do you want me to move the crib into my room? it’s really no big deal.”

stephanie thought for a second.

“mmm, no mommy, it’s okay. i kinda like having my baby brother close.”

mommy chuckled. “of course you do, big girl.”

steph watched as mommy started to rub sam’s back, nice and slow at first, then a little bit faster.

“sammy?” mommy said into his ear. “wake up baby”

sam’s eyes flickered open and he blinked slowly, taking in the scene.

“mommy?” he said, his voice muffled through his paci. “why’m i in sister’s bed?”

stephanie rolled her eyes.

mommy laughed. “i was going to ask you the same question!! did you sneak out of your crib again to sleep with big sister?”

sam rubbed his eyes, still blissfully sucking his paci, half asleep. “maybe…”

stephanie rolled her eyes again. “you have your own crib. why do you hafta take over my bed?!”

sam reached out and hugged his sister. “because it’s more cozy where you are.”

stephanie couldn’t even be mad at that. she loved her baby brother, even when he drove her crazy.

while steph and sam bickered, mommy started to get the changing table ready, fluffing up a fresh diaper and getting all of the powders and creams ready.

“sammy, let’s change that night night diaper of yours.” she said, helping him sit up in bed and leading him to the table.

“mom? can i help with sammy’s change?” stephanie asked, watching with intrigue as sam laid down on the changing table, his legs instinctively going in the air to be changed.

“you can watch, sweet girl.”

that was good enough for stephanie. she perched at the end of the table, watching with wide eyes as mommy unsnapped sam’s onesie and revealed his diaper.

it was a miracle he didn’t leak all over stephanie’s bed. the diaper was full. it had swelled enormously, and now forced sam’s legs apart.

stephanie reached out to squish the diaper, but mommy batted her hand away.

“only mommy gets to change sam, remember?”

stephanie hmphed, but kept watching.

she watched mommy’s loving, practiced hands as they rubbed sam’s tummy, then gently rubbed the front of his diaper.

“someone was a super soaker last night, hmm? are you gonna need to be double diapered soon, mister?” mommy teased, making sam blush and squirm, covering his eyes with his hands.

stephanie watched, her hand instinctively going down to rub her own diaper.

mommy undid the tapes and opened up the diaper, carefully folding it in on itself.

“bum up, sammy.”

sam lifted his hips obediently, and mommy slid the soggy diaper out from underneath him. she bundled it up and handed the squishy, warm bundle to stephanie.

“can you be a good helper and throw this in the diaper genie?”

stephanie froze, the used diaper in her hands. she could feel the warmth from it, the weight from sam’s pee. she could smell him all over it. and in that moment, she wanted nothing more than to touch herself through her diaper.

“steph! what are you doing?” mommy asked. “go throw it in the diaper genie, silly goose.”

stephanie blushed and obeyed, coming back to sit and watch the rest of the change.

her little brother was laying on his back, completely exposed and vulnerable. he was sucking on his paci, bare feet kicked in the air, little prince parts exposed and covered in pee and residue from the barrier cream.

steph couldn’t help but stare, enamored at her brother’s parts. the only other boy parts she’d ever seen were daddy’s, from when she had “special playtime” with him.

but she never got to touch sammy’s boy parts. and now she wanted to.

“mommy? can i help you wipe?”

mommy gave stephanie a knowing look. “not this time, sweet girl. that’s mommy’s job, okay?”

stephanie hmphed, but agreed. she was content to watch as mommy got a baby wipe and started to thoroughly clean up all of sam’s parts. every nook and cranny was gently, lovingly wiped clean. then, mommy leaned over and gave sam a special kiss on his parts.

stephanie wished she could see better as mommy’s mouth worked against sam’s skin. it didn’t last long, and then sam was whimpering and gasping and shaking into mommy’s mouth.

mommy swallowed and wiped her mouth, then kissed sam on the forehead.

“good boy, sammy!” she praised, tickling his sides a little bit.

he giggled and kicked, looking totally blissed out and giddy.

stephanie blushed seeing her brother like this. but she also felt a ping of jealousy.

sometimes daddy put his mouth on stephanie’s parts during a diaper change. sometimes he even undid his belt and took out his grown up part and put it inside her. that was her favorite type of change.

but now, she was still taped up in her night time diaper, and daddy still hadn’t come in to change her and say good morning.

she hmphed, and reached down to rub her diaper again, more frustrated this time. she couldn’t get any friction, nothing against her parts.

she made another needy sound, and then-

“where’s my giiiiiiirl?”

daddy’s voice suddenly came from down the hall.

stephanie practically squealed with excitement. she got up from the changing table and bounded across the room.

“hey you,” daddy said from the doorway, hands going under her armpits and easily picking her up. “good morning, my sweet girl. were you helping with sammy’s change?”

stephanie melted into daddy’s arms. she hadn’t even realized how much she had been missing him until he was holding her now.

she happily nuzzled into his neck.

“mhmm. sam was really soggy.”

daddy chuckled. “i bet. should we see how soggy you are?”

stephanie giggled. “i’m not that soggy, daddy!”

“you sure? should we check just to be certain?”

“maybeeee. just to be certain though!”

“good deal, kiddo. let me just say good morning to your brother.”

still holding stephanie, daddy walked over to the changing table.

“good morning lil guy.” daddy said, patting the front of the fresh diaper that mommy had just secured onto sam. “i heard someone was a lil soaker last night, hmm? guess we’re not ready for potty training, unlike your big sister here.”

sam giggled and squirmed. “daddyyyy. i like my diapers.”

“no one is disputing that fact.” daddy said. he gave sam’s diaper another pat, and then turned his attention back to stephanie.

“let’s free the princess from her padding, hmm?”

stephanie giggled and nodded. she loved mornings in the nursery like this.

just blissfully waiting for daddy to change her, hearing the soft giggles of sam, the gentle words of mommy, stephanie felt wrapped in love from all sides.