Kiley

Just because you are a girl doesn’t mean I will go easy on you. Oh you can scream all you like into that pacifier gag. It won’t get you anywhere.

Your sharp, intelligent mind so proud still fights to stay above it all. But there is no resistance at the abdl regression clinic here.

As if clenching your thighs and gritting your teeth could stop what was coming.

As if anything could. A low, wet gurgle betrayed her. Then another.

The nurse smiled and palmed the front of the diaper again, feeling it expand ever so slightly with the first betraying tinkles.

“Good girl," she whispered, voice like velvet, "let it all out. You're almost home."

And then it happened, full and sudden. The sharp gasp through the gag, the desperate arch of her back, the diaper swelling with soft crackles and squishes beneath her.

It was always the same expression when they crossed that line: horror, relief, disbelief.

The nurse stroked her hair as she whimpered and sagged against the restraints.

“First one's always the hardest, baby. But they get easier. Especially once your brain catches up to your tush." She patted the warm, bulging padding, already browning at the edges. "Give it a few weeks. You won't even flinch!”

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I promise you, when you're walking around, everyone sees you as a grown up

I'm the only one who sees you as a little kiddo who still has accidents in your pants sometimes.

Nobody else suspects you have a diaper and plastic pants on under your jeans

To everyone else, were just two friends,hanging out.

I'm the only one who looks at you and thinks maybe it's time for me to check the kiddo's pull-ups"

I’m the only one who suspects there is a warm damp patch in the front of your diaper

Everyone who sees us might even think we're sleeping together.

I'm the only one who knows

My big kiddo still wears diapers to bed.

It’s ok sweetie. Let it be our little secret…

We had such a lovely date, didn’t we? But now we’re home and you’re begging for a change.

But I can’t help myself - I just want to tease you!

You dressed up so nicely for me in that cute dress with a sweet thick diaper tucked beneath.

You think I didn’t notice your cute little giveaways when you were going pee pee in your diaper, you think I was clueless to the entire thing.

But you’re wrong about that, sweetheart and your diaper is absolutely soaked with piss.

I can’t help but call you out for how soaked you are, no changes here - oh no.

You’ll be cumming in this diaper before you get a change from me.

Pinned to the bed, I want to make you cum, teasing you over and over until your body gives in and you cum for me over and over again like the good girl you are.

Only after you’ve destroyed your diaper and you’re a shaking mess on the bed do I grant you a diaper change.

I am going to take care of my girl. You’ve done so well, I’m so proud of you

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"Elsie, look, look over there."

"I don't want to see another naked woman's bush Poppy, thanks."

"No, it's not that, just look."

"Fiiiine..

"Oh my god, is she... is she wearing a... nappy? Oh, oh, wow., it's huge"

"Shh, she will hear you."

"She seems completely unfazed. Stood there, just texting. She doesn't even look that old, wonder why she's got one on? In the gym, rockin' a nappy, out in the open, I mean fair play to the girl."

The living room glowed with soft morning sunlight filtering through the curtains.

She sat cross-legged on the fluffy rug right in front of the television, wearing her favorite Sesame Street pajamas. The long-sleeve shirt had a big smiling Elmo on the front, and the cozy bottoms were covered in the colourful characters.

The soft fabric was comfy and babyish, and the pj bottoms did nothing to hide the obvious padded bulk of her diaper underneath.

Her eyes were wide and sparkling as she watched Sesame Street. Big Bird was teaching Elmo and Abby Cadabby how to share toys in the most cheerful way possible. The bright colors and happy music filled the room.

She suckled steadily on her warm morning baba, the sweet milk tasting so comforting as she rocked gently side to side. The bottle was almost empty.

Every now and then she let out a tiny, contented hum around the nipple, completely lost in the bright puppets and silly songs.

Elmo’s so silly today, and Big Bird’s feathers look extra fluffy. Everything feels so nice and warm and safe… she thought dreamily.

In the background, Daddy hummed while washing dishes after breakfast. The clink of plates and running water mixed softly with the cartoon music.

She barely noticed. She was too busy finishing her baba, too happy sitting right here in her favourite little spot with her blankie draped over her lap.

With one last big suckle, the bottle emptied. She set it down carefully beside her and popped her paci into her mouth instead, clutching her blankie tighter against her chest. The soft fabric brushed her cheek as she bounced lightly to the next song, eyes never leaving the screen.

A funny, warm pressure started growing in her tummy.

OUT NOW ON PRETTY AND PADDED

Zzzzz…. No, that's not the sound of sleeping…yet.

hey !! im the new sitter !! ur mom said u gotta wear these - ? idk she’s payin me p good & this is my first job so just lay down alright

Some mornings still catch me off guard.

Not because it feels strange anymore, but because it feels so normal.

A few months ago, Abby could barely even say the words out loud. One late night on the couch, she admitted she liked the idea of being cared for. Babied, even. She was nervous and embarrassed, convinced I would think she was weird.

Instead, I admitted something too.

I had been interested in ABDL for years. Quietly. Privately. Never expecting to share that side of myself with someone I cared about.

That conversation changed everything.

Now this is just our morning routine.

Abby lies back on the bed, sleepy and relaxed while I finish taping her fresh diaper into place. She does not hide from it anymore. No blushing. No awkward jokes. Just soft sleepy eyes and a tiny smile.

I smooth the front and pat it lightly.

“All done, Abs.”

She looks up at me. “Good?”

I smile. “Perfect.”

She melts into the mattress for another second before sitting up.

I still cannot help smiling.

She trusts me.

And I do not take that lightly.

Getting Abby dressed has become one of my favorite parts of the morning.

Today I picked out her yellow sundress. The pretty one she likes because it makes her feel soft and cute.

She stands patiently while I help her into it, adjusting the straps and smoothing the fabric down.

The dress falls nicely over her diaper, hiding most of the bulk underneath. Still, if you know what to look for, the outline is there.

I notice.

Abby notices me noticing.

“You’re staring.”

I grin. “You look adorable.”

She rolls her eyes, but she is smiling.

That little smile gives her away every time.

Breakfast is simple.

Cereal in the lounge before we decide what we are doing for the day.

I fasten a bib around Abby’s neck before handing her the bowl.

She gives me a look.

“Really?”

I shrug. “It’s a pretty dress. Just in case.”

She huffs but accepts the bowl.

I leave her curled up on the couch, spoon in hand, happily eating while soft morning light fills the room.

She looks comfortable.

Safe.

Content.

Honestly, so do I.

From the hallway, I glance back one more time.

“Don’t go anywhere.”

Abby raises a spoonful of cereal toward me.

“No promises.”

I laugh and head off to finish getting ready.

We have the whole day ahead of us.

Maybe coffee. Maybe shopping. Maybe nowhere special at all.

And somehow, that sounds perfect.

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