A Little Diaper Monster's AB/DL Journey

Even from the corner of her eye, Emma could see he was moving funny. He usually had that crinkly waddle, his legs forced wide by the padding between his legs. But she didn’t even have to glance up from her book to notice that something was…off. His movements were more measured, more tentative as he shuffled back and forth in the living room. A quick sniff of her nose confirmed her suspicions, but she decided not to say anything—not just yet.

Her book forgotten, she watched him meander back and forth across the room, waddling aimlessly, not really searching for anything other than something to say.

After several more minutes of silence, Emma finally spared him.

“Ryan,” she called,. “Do you have something you need to tell me?”

He turned slowly, his expression a mix of nervousness and resignation. “I’m fine,” he mumbled.

“Are you sure?” Emma asked, smiling despite herself. “You don’t have anything…weighing heavily on your mind?”

He hesitated, eyes dancing back and forth meekly.

Emma uncurled on the couch, sitting up straight and putting her feet flat on the floor. “Come here.” She said, soft yet firm.

Ryan rocked back and forth on his toes, unsure, but the look from Emma finally convinced him. He sighed, then slowly shuffled over in front of her, his cheeks a bright pink.

He there stood awkwardly, his hands fidgeting at his sides, head lowered. The silence between them stretched out, thick with tension. The padded bulk between his legs was unmistakable — and Emma’s sharp eyes hadn’t missed the subtle change in his posture.

“Ryan,” she said, her tone cool but not cold. “You’re sure there’s nothing you want to tell me?”

His eyes flicked up to meet hers, then darted away just as quickly. His face was crimson now, lips pressed into a thin line. The scent was stronger now, telling her everything she needed to know, even if he wouldn’t.

“N-no…” he whimpered, voice so small.

“Pull down your pants, Ryan.”

His fingers trembled as the gripped the waistband of his joggers, his breath quivering as he dropped them to his ankles.

He stood back up, his large disposable diaper on display. He lifted his shirt—but only because his arms were raised up to hide his face—giving Emma a better view.

She let the moment hang for a minute. The silence (and the diaper) doing all the talking. Ryan rubbed his face anxiously, wanting to move or run or hide, but all he could do was stand there.

Emma uncrossed her arms and rested her hands on her thighs, giving him a look that was soft around the edges but firm at the core. “I’ll ask you once more: Did you do something in your diaper?”

Ryan’s shoulders slumped. He gave the smallest of nods.

“Do you want to tell me what it is?” She asked, as if the evidence wasn’t on full display.

His face flushed again, he hid behind his hands, then shook his head.

“Well then I guess ‘Mommy’ will have to check,” Emma sighed, gently taking him by the wrist and making him shuffle closer with his pants still around his ankles.

She slowly poured her eyes over him, tracing her hand up his cowering thighs, running it over his crinkly pamper—but not stopping—her fingers raising his shirt even further, nails dragging across his tummy.

“It’s pretty swollen, Ryan,” she observed, giving the front a gentle squeeze. It was quite warm, and the smell of piss competed with that of the powder and…other things.

Carefully coaxing a finger into the leg bands, she ran it back and forth teasingly, “Did you wet your diaper, Ryan?”

He let out an embarrassed huff, but nodded.

“Use your words,” Emma said, running her palm over the front of the squishy diaper, “tell me what you did in your diaper, honey!”

His bottom lip quivered, “I…pissed myself.”

Her hand stopped abruptly, ceasing his labored breathing. “Say it in little speak!”

His face screwed up again, he shifted, but his voice creaked out in a higher pitch “I-i went pee pee’s in mah diapee, Mommy!!”

“Goood boiii!!!” Emma cooed, patting his pissy pamper affectionately, squeezing it around his hardening cock and giving it a couple good strokes for some positive reinforcement. “Thank you for telling me!”

She released her grip on his swollen padding and sat back a bit, “Now…is there anything else I need to know…?”

Ryan immediately went back into his shy and timid mode. His head hung low, his body deflated, hands subconsciously rising to his face again.

“N-nuh—“

“Turn around.” This time Emma’s tone was sharp, pointed, meaning business.

Ryan was taken aback at first but—perhaps more out of fear than anything—he whimpered and waddled around in a circle, droopy diaper dancing back and forth as he did.

Emma placed her hand under the hefty load in the back of Ryan’s diaper, it was even warmer than the front. “So you don’t want to tell me what this is??” She scolded, pressing her palm inward and smushing the mush into his backside, watching him visibly cringe. He groaned, whimpering.

“Tell me what it is, Ryan!” Emma roared over his pathetic whining and crying. “Tell me what you did in your diaper, sweetheart!”

Ryan continued to squeal as Emma pressed the mess into him, wriggling it around, using her other hand on his hip to serve as a firm reminder that he was not to move or run away. He was to stay in place and take her torment.

He knew it wasn’t going to stop until he voiced it. As hard as it was to say out loud, it was harder to endure such gross humiliation.

“I made a poopy diaper!!” Ryan cried, “I went poo poo’s in my diapee!!”

Emma stopped, dropping her hand. The hefty load fell back down as gravity took over.

There was more silence for a while. Ryan’s breath heavy and labored. His eyes and cheeks moist.

Eventually, he felt Emma’s soft, cool skin as her hand gently took his. With a firm tug, she guided him to stand beside her. Her fingers curled around his wrist, warm and steady. “Over,” she instructed, tapping her thigh.

That got Ryan blubbering again. “No, Mommy pweez! I sorry! No spankies! PWEEZ!!” Even through his pitiful pleas he instinctively started dropping to his knees to climb over her lap for a punishment—but she stopped him.

“No, no, baby!” She said,stopping him. Softly, comforting, “like this…”

She guided one of his legs over hers, keeping him facing forward, away from her. Emma adjusted him with little effort, settling him so that his bottom was properly positioned — thickly padded, snug in his diaper, and directly over her knee. She rubbed his back for a moment, grounding him, then slowly pressed him down so that his weight was fully on her thigh.

“Shhh…it’s okay!” She whispered softly in his ear when it made him cringe.

Peeling back the waistband, she gave the diaper a quick, practiced peek. Again, not because she didn’t know the contents, but to get him familiar with the process.

“You certainly did some damage in there, little man!” She said, patting the waistband closed. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, like a big spoon, “but if you want to wear diapers, you’re going to have to learn to tell Mommy when you use them.”

Before he could reply, Emma shifted slightly, spreading her knees just enough for a better seat. Then, without warning, she began to bounce him — small, controlled lifts of her leg beneath him. The motion was firm, rhythmic, and deliberate. Not punishing, but undeniably corrective. Each bounce jostled him gently but unmistakably, the thick padding exaggerating every motion.

He tried to move away, but she tightened her arm across his lower back, steadying him, pressing him down. “You’ll stay here until you remember this feeling,” she said, not breaking the rhythm of her knee. “Get used to it. It’s going to be happening a lot more from now on. You didn’t think you were going to get to wear diapers and not use them for all of their intended purposes, did you??”

Ryan whimpered and whined.

Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.

Each rise of her knee sent a flush of warmth through his cheeks, not just from the physical sensation of the mush on his bottom, but from the emotional exposure of it all rushing to his face. And yet, as her other hand brushed slowly up his spine, comforting even in the middle of discipline, the duality of it soothed him. She waited for him to finally have his cathartic moment before coming to a stop.

“Come here, honey…” she said softly, turning him around but in the same position, wrapping her arms around him so he could bury his face in her chest, sobbing softly. She patted his back, shhhing him. “I know that was hard, sweetpea, but this is why you need to tell Mommy when something happens in your diaper! You’re supposed to ask for help — not try to hide it.””

“I was embarrassed,” he whispered.

“I know you were, honey.” She cooed, brushing her hand along his back “it must be humiliating being a grown man pooping in a diaper, huh?”

He whimpered at that, but she held him closer and rocked him back and forth.

She knew that he liked to be degraded, but he needed the other part too. “Trying to hide it only makes it worse. I’m here to help you through the hard stuff, even the messy stuff. Especially that.”

He softened at that, melting in her arms.

“You’re safe,” she whispered close to his ear. “I’ll never judge you or leave you or make you feel less-than for the things you enjoy.” She let that hang, then shrugged, “well…other than when we’re in scenes.”

Moments like this—where they were having their kinky play time, experimenting with the dominant and submissive dynamic—always seemed to lead to a breaking down of barriers of some kind. The years of shame and guilt and baggage that Ryan had carried with him about his stupid little fetish all seemed to fade away in that instant. He felt safe in her arms, protected. Accepted, as she rocked him back and forth in his mushy diaper. The smell was horrendous, but she didn’t have a single wrinkle on her nose as she kissed his forehead softly. She loved him. All of him.

“There,” she said gently when he lifted his head off her damp shoulder, his cheeks and eyes still misty. “Better?”

He nodded, hands wiping his face.

She helped him up carefully, her hands guiding him with the same firmness that had corrected him. Their eyes met — his shy and grateful, hers steady and affectionate before she closed them and gave him a kiss.

“Let’s get a diaper on you,” I say, resting a hand on his lower back as we leave the bathroom.

“Let’s get my night-night diaper,” he echoes as we cross the threshold into the bedroom.

“Can you get it for me?” I ask, and he dutifully opens the bottom drawer of his dresser and turns back towards me, holding it in both hands.

“Can you imagine what would happen if someone were to come over,” I say as he climbs onto the bed, “and see your diaper drawer? Maybe if my mom came over and was snooping around…”

“Stooop.”

“And learned you were still a baby…that even though you have a big job now you still need some help or else I’d wake up in a soaked bed every morning.”

“This is private…”

“I know honey. I’m just teasing.”

I push his knees back and he takes the cue and holds his legs up while I slide the diaper under him. I’m not even finished taping it on when a little spurt of pee escapes him and soaks into the padding.

“Oh baby. Why don’t you go potty before I get this on you?”

“I don’t knoww…”

“Honeypie. Do you like going pee-pee in your diaper at night?” I finish with the tapes. He lets his legs fall back onto the bed and rests one hand between his legs. I don’t say anything, watching him to see what he does next.

I watch the diaper swell under his hand.

“Peeing your diaper already?” I tut, finger on my chin. “Right in front of me? Not even trying to hide it?”

He sits up, hand still over his crotch. He moves it away, setting it on his inner thigh.

“Look at your wetness indicator. Well, I guess we don’t have to. You’re soaked.”

He glances up at me and then looks down at his diaper again.

“How often do you do it on purpose? I’ve been kind of curious…”

“Uhh. Fairly frequently…”

I love when he uses big words, even when behaving like this. And that awkward formal phrasing. Coming from someone sitting in front of me, almost naked except for his puffy diaper.

“Does fairly frequently mean every night?”

“Well, no, I…it still happens when I’m asleep, too, so…”

“Uh-huh…but you weren’t asleep just now, were you?”

“No…”

“Were you trying to turn me on? Because it’s working.” I climb onto the bed and push him down onto his back, straddling him with my crotch half a foot over his diaper, hands pushing hard into his shoulders. I shove my knee into his diapered crotch and it squishes against my jeans.

“Ohh…” is all he can say. I undo my fly with one hand and slip my fingers into my underwear, where it’s wet and slick. I rub myself, legs wiggling and shifting without me trying. I lean down and kiss him.

I plant my knees firmly on either side of his torso, kneeling over him.

“I’m going to get myself off now. Let’s see how long you can last without cumming your wet night-night diaper just from watching me, okay?”

He wiggles under me, clenching his teeth.

This one is spicier than my usual posts, folks, so I just want to remind everyone that this story is intended exclusively for adults age 18 years and older. The characters depicted in this story are in their 20s, and the events depicted are purely fantasy intended for consenting adults. Also, if you're opposed to fauxcest or switching, this is probably a good one to skip. - CQ _

The crisp autumn air nipped at Owen's cheeks as he strolled hand-in-hand with Hazel through the park forest. Vibrant hues of red, orange, and gold painted the landscape, transforming their favorite local spot into a breathtaking canvas.

Hazel's eyes sparkled with wonder as she took in the scenery. "Look at all the pretty colors!" She tugged on his hand, pointing at a particularly striking maple tree.

Owen glanced up. His mind had wandered elsewhere, far from the park and the trail they had been following for some time now. He caught himself and took a deep breath, shifting his focus back to the beauty surrounding them.

"It's stunning," he agreed, giving Hazel's hand a gentle squeeze. "I'm glad you suggested this walk."

A playful breeze rustled through the leaves, sending a cascade of foliage twirling to the ground. Hazel let out a delighted giggle and spun in a circle, her arms outstretched. Her long overcoat fanned out as she twirled, making her look like a fairy princess at one of nature's grand balls.

"Dance with me!" She grabbed both his hands, pulling him toward her.

Owen hesitated for a split second before allowing himself to be swept up in Hazel's infectious joy. They danced together, crunching leaves beneath their shoes and laughing as they stumbled along the trail, smiling at one another.

Out of breath, they came to a stop beneath a towering oak tree. Hazel leaned against the trunk, her cheeks flushed. "Remember when we first came here?" she asked, her voice soft with nostalgia.

Owen nodded, a fond smile tugging at his lips. "How could I forget? It was right after that big thunderstorm last fall."

"And you were so worried about getting your shoes muddy," Hazel teased, nudging him with her elbow.

"Hey, they were new shoes!" Owen protested, chuckling. "But you showed me how much fun it could be to just... let go. It had been a long time since I'd gone out just for the sake of it."

Hazel's expression softened. She reached up, gently brushing a stray leaf from Owen's hair. A comfortable silence fell between them. Hazel closed her eyes and listened as the wind rustled the leaves of the trees. "Do you hear that?" She asked, a hint of excitement in her voice.

"No, what is it?" Owen asked, but before he could get an answer, Hazel was already up and sprinting off toward whatever sound had piqued her interest. Owen took a deep breath and followed suit, letting her lead him toward wherever it was they were going.

As they rounded a bend along the path, a small clearing came into view. A patchwork quilt of fallen leaves covered the ground, a natural tapestry of autumn colors.

Owen watched as Hazel darted toward the clearing, her excitement impossible for her to contain. She slowed her pace as she approached, crouching low and moving with careful steps. Her eyes widened, fixed on something beyond the tree line.

As Owen caught up, he saw what had captured Hazel's attention. A small group of deer grazed peacefully in the meadow, their ears twitching at the slightest sound. Hazel's face glowed with wonder, her lips parted in a silent gasp of awe.

Owen's attention shifted from the deer to Hazel, marveling at the pure joy radiating from her. As she leaned forward, peering through the branches, Owen noticed something peeking out from beneath her leggings, exposed by her crouched position. It was the diaper she was wearing, its elastic waistband no longer contained beneath her outfit. It was enough for him to see the childish patterns that marked the diaper for what it was, but Hazel didn't seem to notice.

A jolt of panic shot through him. He glanced around frantically, searching for any other park-goers who might have wandered into this secluded area. To his relief, they were alone. The only sounds were the rustling leaves and the soft movements of the deer.

Owen hesitated. He wondered if he should say something. Part of him wanted to go over to Hazel and adjust her leggings, but another part of him wanted to let her enjoy this magical moment undisturbed. He watched her as she studied the plants and animals with the keen eye of a career botanist, yet also with the unbridled enthusiasm of a child discovering nature's wonders for the first time.

His anxiety melted away as he focused on Hazel. The peek of her diaper above her leggings was endearing, a physical reminder of the trust and vulnerability she shared with him. It was their secret, and in that moment, there was no one who could take that from them. It was part of what made him love her so much, part of what made her uniquely Hazel. She was brilliant and accomplished, yet pure of mind and soul, and able to find wonder in life's simplest pleasures.

Owen smiled softly, deciding to let Hazel savor the moment without interruption. He'd tell her later, when it mattered. For now, he was content to stand guard, ensuring her privacy, but also ensuring that the wonderful show he was privy to did not end any time soon.

Hazel crouched lower to the ground, her eyes fixed intently on the family of deer before her. She leaned forward, quietly examining them as she lost herself in the moment. As she shifted, the hem of her leggings slipped down further, exposing more of the diaper beneath.

As Owen took in the sight, something stirred deep within him. A chill spread over him, his body reacting on its own. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, suddenly very aware of his own diaper that brushed up against his jeans.

It had been their little secret since they first started dating—that they both wore diapers and found comfort and arousal in doing so. It was rare of Owen to wear outside of the house, whereas Hazel wore almost all of the time she wasn't working or around family. For a little walk like the one they were on, Owen did not see any problem with taping himself into a diaper after putting Hazel in her own.

But now, as Owen watched Hazel so absorbed in her own world, he couldn't help but feel a stirring below. His manhood began to harden against the soft fabric of his diaper, pushing against the fabric as it resisted his growing arousal. With each twitch of his manhood, a jolt spread throughout his whole body.

He bit down on his lip, trying to focus on the moment. But his eyes kept drifting back to Hazel's exposed diaper. The way it fit so snugly around her curves, the way it accentuated her womanly figure. It drove him more wild with each passing moment.

His growing erection pressed uncomfortably against the confines of his diaper. With a trembling hand, Owen reached down to adjust himself. The touch sent sparks racing through him and he gasped softly. He glanced over at Hazel once more to see if she'd heard him. If she had, she had no reaction to it. So Owen stopped holding back. He let go, allowing himself relief.

He clenched his teeth and held onto a moan desperately trying to escape as he felt a sudden release, followed by a warm sensation spreading throughout his diaper, filling it completely until the weight began to sag beneath his pants. It was ecstasy and embarrassment all wrapped into one euphoric feeling.

Owen closed his eyes briefly, reveling in it before opening them again to take in the image of Hazel once more. Even now, she was mindlessly unaware of how much she affected him.

Her nose scrunched up slightly as she inched closer to the deer, and Owen nearly moaned at how cute she looked like that. He wanted nothing more than to lift her into his arms right then and there.

But something held him back—maybe fear of startling her out of this perfect moment, or perhaps fear of being so openly doting in public. Either way, he knew better than to interrupt her now.

Instead Owen simply stood there and continued watching—silently savoring every detail about the scene, hoping he could recall every detail later when alone with his thoughts again.

After some time, the deer disappeared back into the forest, and Hazel finally tore her gaze away from the spot where they once were. She turned to face Owen, who stood several feet away, his expression a mix of relief and embarrassment.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to keep you waiting," she said, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I just... I've never gotten so close to deer before. They were so brave! They weren't afraid at all."

Owen smiled and laughed it off, his cheeks matching her own shade of pink. "It's fine, really. I'm just glad you got to see them up close." His eyes darted away from hers, unable to meet her gaze for long.

Hazel narrowed her eyes, sensing that something was off. "What's wrong?" she asked, taking a step closer to him. "You're acting weird."

"N-no, nothing," Owen stammered, shuffling his feet nervously. "I'm fine. It's just cold out and I'm ready to go."

Hazel cocked an eyebrow. "I see. Well, just give me one sec, you have something on your coat." She reached out to brush the nonexistent dust from his shoulder before casually slipping her hand into his pants and checking his diaper. Her eyes widened in mock surprise as she felt how hard he was and how wet his diaper had become. "Oh my," she purred teasingly, "it seems someone couldn't wait for our walk to be over." She gave him a playful squeeze through the fabric of his pants, making him moan involuntarily.

Owen blushed even deeper as he felt himself twitch in response to her touch. Hazel giggled at his reaction before leaning in close enough that only he could hear her next words: "Looks like someone needs their diaper changed," she teased.

Owen's face flushed deeper as he felt Hazel's teasing fingers over the fabric of his diaper. His manhood throbbed in response, making it impossible to hide how aroused he was.

"Poor baby," Hazel purred, her voice dripping with amusement. "It seems like you've been enjoying our little walk a bit too much." She gave him another playful squeeze, her hand lingering on his crotch.

Owen shifted uncomfortably, torn between the humiliation of having wet himself and the thrill of Hazel's teasing touch. He glanced around frantically to make sure no one could hear or see their exchange, but they were still alone in the forest.

"Hazel," he whispered urgently, trying to push her hand away. "Not here."

She pulled back slightly, but didn't remove her hand completely. "What's wrong? Embarrassed that you can't hold it like a big boy?" Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in closer. "Did somebody have a little accident?"

Owen clenched his jaw, feeling his face burn with shame and arousal. There was no point in denying it—she had already felt the state of his diaper for herself.

"Maybe we should head back home then," Hazel suggested sweetly, finally removing her hand from his pants. "Get you into some dry clothes." She ran a finger down his chest teasingly before giving him a wink.

As they made their way back through the forest path, Owen couldn't help but give in to the excitement. With each step, he could feel the warm wetness against his skin, a constant reminder of what had happened.

Hazel chattered happily beside him as they walked, pointing out various plants and flowers along the way. But every so often she would brush up against him casually or give him a playful nudge on the shoulder.

"I wonder if you'll have another accident before we get home," she mused aloud after one such bump against him." Is your diaper getting all heavy?"

Owen bit down on his lip hard to keep from groaning at her words. He nodded tightly without looking at her.

"You must be so uncomfortable," Hazel went on cheerfully. "All wet and soggy like that."

He wanted to say something—anything—but found himself tongue-tied in front of her teasing words.

As they approached their car and Owen reached for his keys, Hazel stopped him with a hand on his arm. "I've got it. Babies are too little to unlock cars all by themselves," she said with a smirk before reaching into his pants pocket and unlocking the door herself.

Once they heard the click, Hazel took Owen by the hand and gestured for him to follow her to the trunk of their car. "I think someone needs a change right away," she said. "We wouldn't want you leaking all over the seat, would we?"

A flip switched inside Owen as Hazel continued to mock him. Suddenly, he no longer felt embarrassed, though he was still incredibly aroused. What sense of humiliation had been there was replaced by a sweetly sadistic desire to show Hazel who was really in charge.

As the trunk popped open, Owen reached out and grabbed Hazel by the waist, easily lifting her into the air. Her eyes widened in surprise as he laid her down on her back in the trunk.

"Hey! What are you doing?" She demanded, scrambling to sit up only for Owen to push her back down with a firm hand on her chest.

"I think you've forgotten your place," Owen said, with confidence and charm dripping like venom from his lips. "Let me remind you."

With that, he reached down and pulled Hazel's leggings down past her hips. She let out an indignant whine but made no move to stop him. He lifted her overcoat, revealing a diaper covered in childish pastel patterns, one that was even more soaked than his own.

"Look at that," Owen tutted disapprovingly. "You're absolutely drenched." He ran his fingers over the bulging wetness. "What happened to all that 'big girl' confidence?"

Hazel squirmed under his touch, blushing furiously. "I-I don't know what you mean!"

Owen leaned down until their faces were nearly touching. "Oh I think you know exactly what I mean," he roared dangerously. "I think you need me to remind you who you really are—a little girl who just needs to be put in her place and kept there.

Hazel shook her head frantically, tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes. "No... no I'm not..."

But Owen just chuckled darkly as he rubbed a hand over where she was most sensitive through her padding. Hazel gasped at the sensation, bucking involuntarily as he caressed her princess parts.

"You poor thing," Owen mocked. "Wetting yourself like a little baby, getting all flustered because someone teased you too much? It seems like someone forgot how to act like an adult..."

He continued rubbing as Hazel whimpered pathetically beneath him.

"And here I thought you could actually be my equal..." He sounded almost disappointed, but with a hint of smugness.

"But look at this mess... You're not even close, are you?"

He slipped his other hand down into his own pants, so he could feel both diapers at once. "Mhm... Definitely not my equal... if anyone needs a change before we leave, it's definitely you, little girl."

Owen reached into Hazel's diaper bag and pulled out a fresh diaper, wipes, and baby lotion. He chuckled to himself as he saw the various childish designs on the supplies.

"Honestly, I don't know how you ever manage to fool yourself into thinking you're a big girl," he teased as he began un-taping her soaked diaper. Hazel whimpered under his touch, her face burning with embarrassment.

"I am a big girl! I-I'm not a baby…" She protested weakly.

"Oh really?" Owen asked, peeling back the adhesive tabs of her soiled diaper. "Then why are you lying here in this trunk getting your diaper changed by your Daddy? Why can't you make it to the potty on time like a big girl?"

Hazel squirmed as Owen cleaned her up, carefully caressing her inner thighs with the wipes. She tried to look away from him, but Owen simply lifted her chin with a finger, forcing her to meet his eyes.

"You know you're nothing but my little baby girl," he growled. "And what do baby girls need? Diapers. And their Daddies."

He tossed aside the used diaper before reaching for the fresh one. As he slid it underneath Hazel's bottom, she let out another pathetic whine.

"No... please Daddy..."

"Hush now," Owen said as he lifted her bottom onto her new diaper. His fingers brushed over her princess parts, causing her to shiver. "Just relax, little girl."

But despite his soothing words, Owen had no intention of being gentle. He rubbed more insistently at her wet little cunny, cooing at her the whole time. Every so often, he'd look around, checking to see if anyone was there to catch them, but they were alone in the parking lot.

"C-can anyone see us?" Hazel asked, her voice nearing a whimper.

"Why would it matter? Even if they can see us, when they see you, they won't see an adult woman getting her diaper changed. No, they'll just see a little baby girl, too helpless to do anything for herself. They'll see her father, taking care of her and making sure she's all clean for the car ride home."

It was as he spoke those words, still working away at her little cunny, that she bucked beneath him.

"What was that?" Owen asked innocently, continuing his ministrations without pause. "It almost felt like my little girl got a little too excited..."

Hazel shook her head frantically but could do nothing to stop herself from moaning softly as Owen touched her just right.

"Don't tell me you're enjoying this? Does it really turn you on that much to know that anyone could stumble upon us right now? To know that if they saw you, they wouldn't even be surprised by the pathetic state you're in?" He mused before looking around casually at their surroundings again. When Hazel followed his gaze in panic, he leaned down close enough that she could hear him whisper, "Anyone could see us right now… Maybe we should give them a show?"

With that last comment, Hazel tensed and gave an involuntary squeal before coming apart beneath him. She tensed her legs, kicking them in every direction as she arched her back, moaning in rhythm to his touch as he played her like an instrument. To her whimpers and cries, Owen conducted a masterful symphony.

When she came back to herself, Owen was staring down at her with a half-satisfied, half-disapproving glare.

"That wasn't permission," he scolded firmly. "You know you'll have to be punished when we get home, right? Little girls like you don't get to cum without their father's permission."

But instead of defiance or argumentation, Hazel could only offer a silent nod as her eyes glazed over. "Yes Daddy..." She mumbled. The words left her lips with quiet acceptance.

Owen nodded in approval before finishing the last tape for the new diaper. He lifted Hazel off their car trunk before planting her feet carefully on the pavement and leading her back around front of the car.

He opened the door and inside, he helped her get seated and then buckled her up for the drive home. There was barely another word shared between them.

On their ride home, however, Owen glanced over occasionally, checking on his darling little daughter. He found her in complete contentment, seeing her as she sat there, well-behaved, sucking her thumb mindlessly with glazed over eyes as he drove her all the way home, where a special punishment, and far more playtime, would be waiting. _

“Oof,” I say. “Somebody smells like pee-pee.” He squirms a little. “Who do you think it is? Can you guess?”

No answer.

“I’ll make it real easy for you, okay? Two options. Who do you think smells like they wet themselves? Me? Or you?”

I wrap my arms around him, his back on my chest, and feel him breathing in and out.

“Come on, honey, use your words.”

“Probably me,” he murmurs.

“Uh-huh,” I say, bouncing him a little on my legs. “Because who has a diaper on?”

“Just me,” he says.

I pull back the elastic of his pajama pants and he reacts involuntarily, hands reaching down to stop me from checking his diaper.

“How come you don’t want me to pull your pants down, baby?” I whisper in his ear.

“I—uh—I don’t know,” he says. He isn’t looking at me but I can feel heat coming off his neck and ears. I lean my head on his shoulder and glance at his expression. He looks ready to die of embarrassment.

“It’s just me here, honey. Nobody is going to hear you. Nobody else is going to see your diaper. And have I ever judged anything you’ve done?”

He shakes his head.

“No, that’s right, I haven’t. Put your hands on mine, okay? Like this.” I place his left hand on the back of my left hand and he takes initiative and places his right hand over my right hand. And then we both ease down the elastic waistband of his pajama pants, enough to see a very, very wet diaper peek out.

“Would it feel good if I touched it, honey?” I ask. His left hand slips up to his mouth and he bites his finger. He nods.

“Where? Show me where.” He pulls my right hand down into his pants and I start to rub his diaper, squeezing it. “That’s really heavy, I say. You had to go a lot, huh? Should we change you?”

He shakes his head.

“No change? Why not, baby? Ohh, do you want me to keep petting you?”

“Don’t stop,” he says. Now both of his hands are up by his face. “D-don’t stop.” His breath is getting shaky. He shifts his hips, diaper crinkling. I start to rub him faster and he’s grinding against my hand, and getting it damp from his pee soaking through the material. He’s so cute like this, whining and blushing, and I can’t resist kissing his neck over and over. “Mama, I’m going to—“ He arches his back, squirming like crazy on my lap.

“Aww, did you have another accident in your diaper?” I ask him, pushing him gently down onto the couch and climbing on top of him, one elbow on either side of his body. He nods shakily. I settle on the couch behind him and wrap my arms around him again, pulling him very close to me. “Handsome, smelly baby. Do you want a change now?”

He shakes his head. “Uh-uh. Can I just have five more minutes like this?”

“What, do you like wearing a smelly, sticky, used diaper? Huh, baby?”

“Mmmmm…maybe…”

“And you like me holding you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“See, this isn’t so bad, is it sweetie?”

You jumped at the voice of your mo— your girlfriend; you had gotten so invested in coloring between the lines that you hadn’t noticed her sit next to you on your playmat.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say my lil one was really enjoying coloring, hmm?”

You let the crayon fall out of your hands and turned to face her. You scowled behind your pacifier, trying your best to make a face that told her how unamused and serious you were.

“Sweetie,” she giggled, “if you’re trying to show mommy how gown-up you can be, it would probably work better without the pacifier bobbing in between your silly little lips.”

You blinked. Why hadn’t you thought of that? Your mouth widened, allowing the slobbery pacifier to slip out.

“I am a gwown-up!” You whined.

“Right~” Mommy said skeptically, “and that’s why you need mommy to check your diapies?”

“I don need my diapies checked!”

“Really? So if I checked your diaper right now, it would be bone-dry?”

“Well, I didn’t say—“

Mommy ignored your protests as she reached across the playmat to squish the seat of your padding.

“Oh my goodness baby! Your diapie is soaked! You must’ve gotten distracted playing, huh?”

“I— uhhhh,” you stammered helplessly.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. Mommy bought a whole new pack of diapers to change you into! Isn’t that great!”

Another one? You had always been pretty open to trying new things, especially when it came to your partner’s kinks, but this was getting out of hand.

Your girlfriend had convinced you to be her baby for as long as it took you to go through all your diapers. At the time, that meant one pack of diapers, which didn’t seem so bad. Then, one pack mysteriously spawned another, and before you knew it, you had shelves and shelves of diapers to soil.

Now that you think about it, you couldn’t even remember exactly how long ago that was. Parts of this had been fun while it lasted, but enough was enough. It was time to put your foot down.

“No! No! No!” You kicked your legs against the playmat for emphasis, “I am a big kid, and I wanna be treated as such! No more diapies!!”

“Sweetheart,” mommy’s voice was drowning in honey, “let’s not kid ourselves. A real adult would have never let this go on so long; nothing was stopping you from saying no and ripping off your diaper months ago. A real adult wouldn’t wet diaper after diaper and sit in them until their caregiver changed them with no complaints.”

“B-Buh…” tears started to well in your eyes as you failed to find a retort.

“Shhh it’s okay sweetheart,” she lovingly stroked a wayward strand of hair behind your ear, “Now that we know for sure you’re not a real adult, I can take care of you just like the baby I wanted.”

“Besides it’s not all bad. Look at these adorable diapies you get to wear for mommy; there’s even little teddy bears on the back!”

"Y-yeah, buh…"

"Hey, I know! How about I give you a super duper special diapie change and make you go all tingly in your special area? Then I'll read you a story and put you down for a nap. Now wouldn't that make my little one feel all better?"

"Y-yeth Mommy."

As mommy led you by hand to your changing table, you couldn’t shake the thought that maybe —just maybe— this isn’t so bad.

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You woke up in a wet bed next to your partner. You were so ashamed. You hadn't wet the bed since you were a little kid. Your cheeks burned hot as you shook your partner awake, and he looked at you with sleepy, confused eyes.

"What is it, baby?" He asked.

You couldn't meet his gaze. Each time you glanced at him for more than a millisecond, your eyes darted away and looked toward the bed in shame. He placed his hand gently beneath your chin and drew your eyes to meet his. "Baby, whatever it is, you can tell me."

That was when he noticed the wetness. You'd soaked the sheets completely, his side of the bed included. He patted the bed, feeling the dampness left by your little accident. He offered a half-smile.

"It's okay, honey," he told you. "These things happen. There's no need to be embarrassed; it's really not a big deal." You leaned into his shoulder, and he pulled you into an embrace. He was so kind, so understanding. He was always such a prince.

You both undressed the sheets together, and he threw them in the wash while you tended to the stain. You knew he was right. It was just a one-off occurrence, and these things happened sometimes. You probably had too much to drink the night before. It wasn't like it was going to happen again.

And it didn't, at least not at first. But a week went by, and then another, before you woke up with wet sheets once again. He was just as understanding as the first time, but you were even more embarrassed. And you swore you could hear a hint of concern in his voice. He probably thought there was something wrong with you. He even asked if you were having nightmares, to which you responded no, you hadn't been.

Over the following month, the bedwetting became a more and more common occurrence. At first, it was just once or twice a week. But then, slowly, it progressed to three or four times. You were waking up wet more than half the week. One day, you came home from work and found a mattress protector on the bed. Your boyfriend was kind, he didn't mention it. And you didn't either because you knew it was for the best. You really did need it.

But the bedwetting didn't stop, and the mattress protector could only help so much. You could see it on your boyfriend's face; he was growing tired of waking up to a soggy bed and a sobbing girlfriend. If he even saw you that way anymore. Lately, he hadn't wanted to be sexual with you, and you couldn't blame him. Who would want to sleep with a bedwetter?

Each night, you grew more and more depressed, knowing you'd wake up with wet sheets once again. Until one night, your boyfriend stopped you as you were getting ready for bed. "Honey, we need to talk," he said. Those words struck fear in your heart and sent a sinking feeling through your chest.

You immediately began apologizing. "I'm sorry," you said. "Please, I know the bedwetting has been a huge problem. I'm sorry. I'll get it under control, I promise! Please just don't break up with me..."

He looked stunned at your sudden outburst. "Honey, nobody's breaking up with anyone, I promise." He guided you to the bed and sat you down next to him. "You're right that the bedwetting has been a problem, baby girl, but I won't leave you over it. I just need you to trust me. Can you do that for me, love?"

With tears fighting to escape your eyes, you simply nodded. He entered the closet and returned with a bright pink package of something you didn't initially recognize. Until he tore open the back and pulled out what was unmistakably a pull-up, like the ones for potty training. You couldn't keep the tears from flowing.

"I know, baby," he said. "I know it's embarrassing, but I think you need them. They'll help keep you dry. And look, these ones aren't for little kids; they're for bedwetters just like you. I promise this doesn't change how I feel about you. You just need some protection at night."

It took several minutes for the tears to subside, but you knew he was right. You needed this, and you did trust him, now more than ever. You stood up and slid down your pants and panties while he held the pull-up open at the sides. You stepped into the childish undergarment, and your boyfriend pulled it up nice and snug around your hips. At first, you felt a hot pang of shame hit your cheeks, but that sensation soon faded into something else. You felt... safe.

That evening, your boyfriend tucked you into bed and held you all throughout the night. You were the little spoon, and you felt his crotch rub up against your padded bottom. Each time it did, you felt that same pang of embarrassment wash over you as chills ran down your spine, but he didn't seem to notice. Eventually, you fell asleep.

When you woke, you immediately felt the back of your pajamas and all around your sides, but there was no wetness to be found. The pull-ups, or "Goodnites" as they were called, worked perfectly. You slipped your hand down the front of your pajamas and felt the soaked padding beneath your private parts. When you felt the padding, a jolt of electricity hit you, and your legs quivered. You were... turned on by this. There was no way you could ever admit it, but you knew it was true, no matter how much you didn't want it to be.

Quietly and slowly, so as not to wake your boyfriend, you began rubbing the padding between your legs. Little sparks of pure bliss tickled along your spine, and your mouth fell agape as you breathlessly wanted to moan. You didn't want to wake your boyfriend, but you couldn't stop. You just kept rubbing, and soon enough, you began arching your back and tensing your legs.

As you finished in your soaking wet pull-up, you looked over at him, still sleeping, unaware of how naughty and pathetic his girlfriend was behaving right next to him, all while sharing his bed, no less. He stumbled awake a few minutes later while you sat there in your shame. He found you there, still in bed, still in a puddle that was at least contained to your diaper this time.

"How did it go, sweetheart?" He asked. You looked at him with sad eyes but didn't answer. He felt around your butt and found no wetness, so without even asking, he checked the front of your pull-up with his large, stern hands. The moment he gripped the front of your diaper and gave it a good squeeze, you let out a little gasp as you heard the padding squish in his grip.

"It looks like these held up well," he said while rubbing the front of your padding. He had no idea what he was doing to you, but he was turning your brain into absolute mush. You wanted to say something, anything to make him stop. But then, when he finally did, you found yourself desperate for more. You'd already made yourself cum in your soaked pull-ups, but something ached within you to have him rub you until you arrived once again.

That was the beginning of your new, babyish routine. The few dry nights a week you had dwindled into nothing until you were soaking yourself every day. Each night, he'd help you into your pull-ups. And each morning, you'd wake before him, giving you just enough time to rub yourself in your squishy diapers. The danger of having him catch you and seeing how pathetic you truly were only turned you on more. You were losing yourself in your padding, and the worst part was you didn't want it to stop. It was consuming you, and all you wanted was to sink deeper.

The longer this went on, the more you'd wet, until your pull-ups couldn't hold all your pee anymore. Waking up in a soaked diaper and a wet bed made you feel even more like a helpless baby. And your boyfriend didn't stand for it long. Over the weeks, he'd started talking down to you like a child. So when he showed you your new thick, tape-on diapers with a silly design all over them, you couldn't even act surprised.

The thicker padding kept your sheets dry, even with your larger accidents. But they posed their own problems. Your boyfriend wasn't just helping you step into them anymore. Now, he was laying you on the bed, pulling the padding up between your legs, and taping you into your glorified baby diapers. And every time he changed you into one, you couldn't help but get wet in a different way. You knew he noticed it, but he never said anything, which confused you even more.

And with how thick these diapers were, you couldn't make yourself cum in them just by rubbing the front anymore. You would have had to slip your hand down the front. But your boyfriend taped them up so tight, and they were so crinkly, you were too afraid to try it. So each morning, you'd just sit in bed humping against your hands and not even finishing before he began stirring awake.

One day, while he was changing you into your diaper, your boyfriend stopped with your diaper still untapped. He looked at you, gazing lovingly into your eyes, and you could tell he wanted to say something. "What is it?" You asked.

"Honey," he said, taking a second to pause, as if to carefully consider his words. "I've noticed that your diapers... turn you on." There was no hint of judgment in his eyes, but the shame washed over you all the same. You hid your face in your hands and started crying as he hushed you and cooed at you.

"Baby, baby, it's okay. I don't mind it. I think it's kind of cute, honestly."

"Y-you do?" You managed to squeak out between sobs and sniffles.

He nodded. "Don't get me wrong, I didn't know what to make of it at first. I caught you rubbing them a few times, but I pretended to sleep through it. But lately, I've seen the way you hump your diapers in the mornings, and it's been turning me on, too, seeing you look so desperate like that. I never thought this would be something I was into... or that you'd be into. But here we are."

You couldn't speak. You kept asking yourself if you were in a dream as the world around you began to bob as if stuck in the current of a river. It was like you were a part of the world but distinctly separate from it at the same time. He smiled at you, seeing how desperate you were for him, how every inch of you begged him to come closer.

He left your diaper untapped and crawled into the bed and on top of you. He took the opportunity to slip inside you, and as he did, a burst of pee escaped your bladder and squirted all over him. He didn't turn away. He began thrusting repeatedly into you, and your eyes rolled almost into the back of your head. It was the best sex you'd ever had, and when he was done, he finished inside you and taped you up into your diaper. You could feel the mess he left there leaking out into the padding, along with a few more dribbles of pee.

He laid down next to you and pulled you into his arms. Every sensation in your body was euphoric. And as you stared into his eyes, they looked more soft and tender than they ever had before. "There there, baby girl. You did such a good job for Daddy, little one." The moment the words left his lips, that familiar static shock ran throughout your body, and you slipped further into a place that had been long lost to you, a headspace of complete comfort and quieted thoughts. You knew you wanted to be his little girl forever if you could, and as Daddy held you that night, you knew that the dynamic of your relationship had changed forever, but also for the better.

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Seeing the blush of embarrassment on his face because he knows he is a grown man but he can’t help how diapers make him feel this way. How excited he gets and how he just lets himself go into a natural headspace, moving his body in a way that feels right without the usual societal teachings, that have always made him do otherwise, stopping him.

Thinking about how happy it makes me to care for a man who is willing to be so vulnerable with me. Who will trust me enough to let go. Who knows how much I enjoy seeing him and caring for him like this.

It’s okay that he wiggles.

“Babies are supposed to.” I tell him. “I just need to be able to get this diaper on before you have another accident.”

He blushes again and does his best attempt to stay still as I tape him into his thick diaper.

“That’s my perfect boy.” I say as I kiss his forehead.

Safe & protected by the Comfy Cubz 🧸🥺

Me: *being totally normal/unassuming and definitely not posing for pull-up selfies while getting dressed in the morning*

Changing into comfy pjs gets much harder to do after you stumble upon a pair of jeans that fits perfectly over your favorite dip 👖✨🍼

Beerchen hatte auf einmal Lust zu malen😊😊😊. Also ab in den Garten. Natürlich schön verpackt. Die ABU zeigt so langsam schon den Füllstand an😋😋😋.