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Happy Flow Friday Everyone!!!

Today I shared one of my favorite bands with this weeks Diapered Flow on my JFF. I share full length flows every week, make sure to check them out.

My boyfriend, Zach, started this blog a couple of years ago. When he told me he was doing it, I was absolutely mortified. He also didn’t let me see what he was writing on it and until a few weeks ago I hadn’t. As anyone who’s been following knows, Zach is super busy and has only kept up with this blog intermittently. 

Which, I guess, is where I come in. From now on I’ll be the one posting on here. First of all, this blog blew up more than Zach anticipated and he felt bad about not having the time to back and write more. He's talked about having me document my own humiliation on here, but it wasn't until this weekend where he actually decided to have me log in here and write.

I’m sure I’ll go into everything a lot more, but a big part of our relationship has been Zach supporting me by helping me with self discipline and holding me accountable. I have ADHD and struggle with focusing a lot. It’s how diapers were first introduced. Even though Zach’s been using them to discipline me for years, I still find the entire experience embarrassing, even though the humiliation definitely turns me on. I’m not one of those types who is attracted to “being little” (nothing against those who are) but I am definitely attracted to giving up control, even if the humiliation that comes from it makes me blush and want to hide. Probably why he decided to make me blog to the masses about it instead. 

This weekend I got in a lot of trouble and I know my punishment is far from over. Zach took away my potty privileges on Saturday night. It's been a long time since I've had to wear them all day and I forgot why diapers are such an effective deterrent for me, I can't stop squirming or get used to the wetness. He hasn't told me how long I'll have to be in diapers, only that it will depend on how well I do on this blog. But of course he wouldn't tell me what he meant by that. He thinks it’s good for me to have long-term responsibilities of things that I have to plan out and remember to do. He might still post some captions and updates, but I guess now I will be the default. He

Part of my responsibilities include taking pictures and posting regularly with good grammar and spelling, answering questions honestly, reflecting even when it's embarrassing, and growing the blog's following. I will be posting more but for now send me your questions...? Nice to meet you all.

Actually, since you live under my roof you have to follow my rules…unless you’d like to find somewhere else to live. Of course mid semester on campus housing is impossible to find and off campus housing is EXPENSIVE. So, would you like to move out or take your punishment like a good little girl?

I’m not a little girl and it wasn’t a big deal.

Not a big deal? I caught you smoking weed in my house. That smell is hard enough to get rid of already and when it’s still illegal in this state it being I my house makes it in my possession even if it’s in part of the home that I’m renting to you. I could kick you out and solve the problem, I could call the police myself, minimizing the risk of me being prosecuted, but instead I’m nice enough not to do either of those, as long as you accept the punishment I choose for you.

But, where I’m from—

Baby, your not in California anymore.

But…but…fine.

Good girl, now, your going to get the strap 50 times across your backside in diaper position before I put you in a diaper. You will wear and use diapers at all times, yes, at school as well, until summer, also, I’ll be sending a letter to your parents letting them know what you did, the punishment you agreed to and informing them of the legal and educational risks of that behavior.

But, please, no—

They’re the ones paying your rent which puts them on the hook for your actions while in my house, I have to tell them.

But, they’ll…they’ll probably make me continue the punishment all summer, they like the alternative bullshit punishments and will probably make me live here again next year too. PLEASE!!!

Sorry, I have to, but I’d be glad to let them renew your lease next year if they agree to a continuation of my corrective measures for as long as I see fit. I’m sure your grades over the next few months will help convince them of the benefits, after all, your not going to be wanting to go to too many parties in slutty outfits with your diapey sticking out. Now, enough talk, suck on this paci it might taste a little icky for a while but naughty language isn’t allowed by naughty babies so the taste will help you keep icky words out of your mouth. Now, 50 strokes m, a diaper, then of to your classes for today, I’ll come to campus to check you after your math class in Pythos Hall. Meet me at the family bathroom in the main entry to the building.

OWWWW!!!

I guess I’ll have to strap this in your mouth. Oh and the tamper tapes on the diaper will tell my if you tried to take it off which will make your History class much more embarrassing if you try it. Stinky diapers are much harder to hide.

MMMPPPHHH!!!

So like..... what would you do if you were forced into pull-ups before going to a ballet class??

It’s perfectly natural

Boys who wear diapers to bed and who wet the bed sometimes often start to make poo poo in their diapers too

It’s too be expected sweetie and nothing to be ashamed of

I expect to come in tomorrow morning and find that you have filled those diapers.

And when I do, well honey, let’s just say I will in calling in Aunty Pamela my best friend to help with the changing

Just remember this is all for your own good

Now come here. Let’s get you changed

There’s a good boy.

Don’t worry you will get used to this new bedtime routine in no time

I’m sorry honey. Those are the rules. It’s diaper time!

“Oops.” The cruelly sardonic voice drawled down at the smaller girl on the ground. Stacy had been waiting by the corner, and she stepped out just as Carolyn rounded the corner. A well placed leg and shoulder ensured that Carolyn got the worst of the collision, ending up sprawling on the ground.

Carolyn sat up, looking dazed. After a half a moment, she remembered enough to snap her knees together, and use a hasty hand to regain control of her plaid skirt. She wasn’t fast enough, Stacy’s eyes had found what they were looking for, and the taller girl looked down at her former friend with a wicked smile.

“Still the same old Baby Carrie I see.” Stacy laughed. “Are you going to cry now?”

Carolyn got up stiffly from the ground. Not responding to Stacy’s taunting, Carolyn tried to brush past the girl. They would both be cutting it close to make it to class on time. Even if they were both in their fourth year of high school, Mrs. Mason wouldn’t allow any slacking from her first period class, and she certainly didn’t tolerate tardiness.

“Not so fast.” Stacy grabbed Carolyn’s arm as the girl tried to push passed. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“What do you want, Stacy?” Carolyn rolled her eyes and turned to glare at the girl holding her arm.

“You should apologize for running into me, don’t you think?”  Stacy grinned, releasing Carolyn’s arm.

Carolyn just scowled and turned to leave, but Stacy stopped her once again.

“Don’t forget, Baby Carrie, I’m the only reason you still have any friends at all. If everyone knew what I know, do you really think you could ever show your face at this school again?”  Stacy moved forward, predatory in her movements, eyes taunting her prey. Carolyn backed away slowly as Stacy advanced, but her back soon hit a wall and she found herself staring up into the taller girl’s devious eyes.

Stacy towered over the girl, relishing the control.

“Don’t you think,” Stacy spoke soft and sweet now. “ That everyone would love to know.” Her hand wound its way down and took hold of the front hem of Carolyn’s skirt. “That you’re nothing but a bed-wetting, diaper-wearing baby.” Stacy lifted the front of Carolyn’s skirt and tucked it up into the waistband. Carolyn gasped when she realized what Stacy had done, revealing the trapped girl’s underwear to anyone who passed by, but when Carolyn tried to free the hem, and let the skirt fall back into place, but Stacy caught her hand, pinning the girl against the wall.

“What do you want, Stacy?” Carolyn demanded again, struggling against the other girl’s grip. It was no use, she couldn’t break free. “Why are you doing this?”

“Oh, no real reason.” Stacy laughed. “I just thought I should check up on my favorite eighteen year old baby. Now,” Stacy looked down mockingly at the extra large Pamper’s pull-up revealed from underneath Carolyn’s skirt. “I thought you said you only needed them at night, you know, for your bedwetting. So why are you wearing them to school? Could it be you’ve started having little potty accidents during the day as well as at night?”

“Let. Me. Go.” Carolyn was struggling fiercely against Stacy’s hands now.

“Aww, is someone cranky? Do you need your diaper changed?” Stacy gave the pink disposable diaper a quick squeeze. “No? A gold star for you, my bed-wetting princess. Not yet wet, and already nearly eight in the morning.”  Stacy brought her face dangerously close to Carolyn’s own, and dropped her voice to a whisper. “So tell me, why you need to wear a diaper, and then I’ll let you go. I promise.”

Carolyn glared up at Stacy, hate in her eyes, but finally she turned her head to the side, blushing furiously as she answered.

“You know why. I…I wet the bed sometimes, and…”Carolyn began.

“Only sometimes?” Stacy interrupted. “Your track record didn’t seem so hot during our sleepovers.”

“Most of the time, whatever.” Carolyn’s whole face was dyed crimson now. “But I didn’t last night, okay? Now let me go.”

“You didn’t explain why you’re wearing a diaper right now, if you only wet the bed.”

“It’s not a diaper!” Carolyn insisted. “They’re just…Training panties.”

“Oh sure, training on how not to wet the bed like a baby. Do they have little flowers that disappear when you pee yourself?  Oh look, they do.  Now why are you wearing them?”

“I…My parents don’t know that I…sometimes have accidents, and I don’t want to throw my training panties away at home, in case my mom finds them. So I’ve…been throwing them away here at school.”

“Are you serious? I’m actually asking here. That has got to be the dumbest sounding plan I’ve ever heard. Why not take them off at home, and bring them in a plastic bag or something?  No, you know what I think? I think you’re wearing a diaper to school because you’re such a pants-wetting little girl, that you need diapers in order to keep from making a puddle. Honestly, you make me sick.”  Stacy shook her head down at Carolyn and leaned back.  “I’ll tell you what. New plan. Now I’m going to prove how much of a baby you actually are.”

“What? You promised-” Carolyn’s protests were cut short as Stacy’s fingers darted into a tender, ticklish spot just below Carolyn’s ribs.

In seconds, Carolyn was too doubled over, laughing and trying to fend off Stacy’s fingers to even think of escaping. After nearly 2 minutes of unrelenting tickling, Stacy stood back to admire her handiwork. Carolyn was gasping for breath, tears in her eyes, and the still exposed diaper was quickly swelling and becoming discolored.

“Bye-bye little flowers.” Stacy laughed. She snatched Carolyn’s purse from her arm as the girl was still trying to catch her breath.  “And what is this?” Stacy pulled something small and white from the purse. “Spare panties? I can’t imagine why you would need these. They won’t absorb a thing when you have an accident. Ah, these are more for you.” Stacy pulled something else from the purse. “Another diaper. This one isn’t as cute, a bit bigger maybe? Less likely to leak I’m sure.”  Stacy dropped the purse at Carolyn’s feet, and tossed the diaper on top. “I’ll leave you the diaper, be grateful for that, but I think I’ll hold onto the panties. I’m not sure you’ve earned them yet.”

Carolyn could only stare up at Stacy, hating the feeling of swollen fabric between her legs, and hating her own impotence. She couldn’t believe that Stacy was once her best friend. Now the girl looked so cold, standing above Carolyn, gloating at the accident she had caused.

“You had better hurry up if you want to change before first period.” Stacy called over her shoulder as she stalked off towards the school. “We wouldn’t want any leaks now, would we?”

“You know, sweetie, I’m so very happy with this spare bedroom makeover. I really think it’s much better as a nursery than as a rec room for your silly little video games, don’t you think? No? Oh, that’s nonsense, honey! You get to have your own little bed in here with its own little crinkly plastic sheet, and all your cute new toys, and all your changing supplies too… Who knows? I might even be extra nice and upgrade my little hubby from a bed to his own little crib!

“Oh, yes–I almost forgot, honey! Earlier today I was thinking things over, and I decided that we really need to step up your diaper training. Wearing once a week really isn’t cutting it for me, dearie; I absolutely love watching you waddling around in your cute little diapers, helplessly wetting and messing while I watch and laugh… Yeah, so from now on, I’m going to decide when you have to be diapered up, okay? And let’s be honest, that’s going to be all the time. Why wouldn’t I want to keep my husband safe and locked away in the diapers he needs and loves so much?

“And about that little sissy cage you’re wearing…yeah, that. Well, it seems that I might have lost the key, dear; I really can’t find it anywhere… Oh, don’t be upset! I’m sure you’ll get used to it faster than you think. I bet after a year or two of never being able to cum, your little dick will be so tiny and limp that it might just slip right out! That’ll be so cute and funny, won’t it? And besides, by then you probably won’t be able to spend five minutes outside your diaper without dribbling everywhere, so really, at that point what’s the use of a dick anyway?

“And one more thing…I know I said I’d let you up once those suppositories kick in, but truth be told, I might not be able to… You see, I’ve invited Ethan over - you remember him, right? The one you and I had that drunken threesome with last year? Well, I thought that even if you can’t enjoy that kind of fun anymore, I should do my best to let you enjoy it vicariously. And so we’re going to have a nice little party all together - you strapped down to your bed just like that in your sweet little diapers, sucking on your pacifier like a good little sissy baby, while the two of us get it on over here. Won’t that be awesome?

“Aww, don’t cry now! Who knows? Maybe if you’re extra good and fill up those diapers for us, you can beg Ethan to change you! I’m sure he’d love a chance to see what a good little sissy baby you’re becoming!” 

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Baby Ditria is ready for another fun day at daycare today. She arrived excited to play in the nursery as her mommy left her in just her thick disposable diapers and bonnet. She loves playing with Teddy.

Daycare is only 9.99$ this week for 30 days!

You don’t, if you’re a straight man who’s never had a sexual thought about men in your life, imagine being babysat by your 22-year-old stepson, who’s on leave from the Navy. Yet…here Shane found himself.

“Lay still, fag,” Matt told the 42-year-old fairy as he adjusted his diaper. “Or I swear to god I’ll put you over my knee and make you bleed. You think I can’t do it? Ask the whores in Okinawa.”

So Shane laid there, sniffling, feeling his breasts. His breasts. That phrase still jolted him, the tits he now had courtesy of his wife Georgia and her sick plans for him. All he wanted to do was incorporate some diaper play into their life. Have some fun. Not be turned into a fully feminized, incontinent, exposed, cocksucking diaper fag. “Well that was your fantasy,” she had sneered at him once. “I’m giving you your reality.”

That reality included outing him to her Naval son, a muscular dolt who never did like his mom’s new husband. He always refused to call him dad and now he realized he must have known subconsciously that Shane was never close to a man. He’d just changed Shane’s poopy diaper – “you are fucking disgusting but mom says the other sitter couldn’t come so here I am. What a Friday night” – and was pissed about the whole stinky affair. He’d slapped the sissy’s 1 inch caged cock. “Christ, no wonder mom’s getting fucked by half the town but not you.” She was? Shane wondered. Would explain the late nights and the smell of cum that emanated from her whenever she came into his nursery and told the sitter to go home.

“Grandma’s going to love seeing you, you diaper girl,” Matt taunted Shane now. Shane groaned. His wife’s mom was coming over to see her new sissy son-in-law for the first time. She too had never been enamored with him and relished the chance to see him put into his diapered place. He couldn’t imagine the churchgoing, judgmental woman seeing him feminized and faggified in his diapers.

This wasn’t how the fantasy went at all, Shane thought to himself, wishing, praying for that sorority girl babysitter. A slap from his stepson brought him back to reality. “Hey, look at me. You gonna be good for grandma? Huh? Answer me.”