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If mommy let you out of your diaper, and gave you the opportunity, would you even know the first thing to do? No? I don’t think so

So you need to keep the diapers on, peanut.

Just admit it.

You love diapers more than sex.

If I said you can be a big boy again but that means no more diapers.

You’d choose diapers.

Wouldn’t you?

I mean god, if I said you couldn’t wear diapers for even just a week you’d panic.

Do you have any idea how pathetic that is.

To be the man that chooses pampers over pussy

Come on baby.

It’s not so bad.

Think of it as a graduation ceremony.You have graduated from pink silky sissy panties like the ones Mommy is wearing right now, to full sissy pink diapers

The next step is for you to make cummies in your pink diapers every day for the next three months

After that you will be dependent on them for any form of sexual relief

You’ll learn how to love your diapers

Now come over here and sit on Mommies knee.

I am going to rub you through your diaper and make you lose your first load

There that won’t be so bad will it? And it won’t take Mommy very long to make you spurt. Right here in the centre of all that thick padding

I think you are going to like being in diapers after all.

I told you what would happen if you tried to go without a diaper on ever again.

Now you get to see it proven.

Yes it’s a pink bunny nappy. You are going to be wearing it. I am not going to argue with you!

For the next week every time you get changed I will take a photo of your used diaper.

And I will post it to one of your friends or family or work colleagues informing them that I needed to put you back into diapers.

I will post the message as follows

“Hi everyone. My husband is a beta bedwetting loser who needs to wear Pampers!”

I'm sick of you peeing on everything.

You are a beta baby and need to be in diapers 24/7.

Hopefully by the end of the week you will get it through your thick head and won't test me again.

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I'm here to make sure you're safe and snug in your pampers for the night.

Remember that ALL men like to put their cocks into warm, wet, tight places to feel good...

So we are going to get you wrapped up all tight and cozy in this crinkly little diaper. Isn't this pattern just SO cute?

Imagine that your bed has bars around it, just like a crib. But those bars aren't there to cage you in.

They're for your protection - to keep you safe from hot girls who are out looking for a real man.

Because if you're in a diaper, you're clearly not like normal men. (The ones who are capable of pleasing women.)

Instead, you were meant to be diapered and WET.

I'm going to give you a countdown to wet your diaper - even though I know you're not very good at holding it ...

You're just a wittle baby after all. But I think you're going to like how soothing this feels.

So make sure to tell your pretty babysitter "tank u" when we're finished.

Whether you're into diapers or not (and ideally not to be honest) this will be humiliating for you.

Come here. Yes that’s right You are going to be wearing this diaper

A fat, crinkling, piss-ready diaper.

And I and going to tease you about it. Mock you until you leak.

You will feel every squishy shift as your cock presses against padding that's meant for piss, not pleasure.

And then? Well then, I make you use it.

You'll pee in it.

Then you will cum in it.

You'll endure my humiliation and laughter as post-cum clarity hits you and you realize the new low you just sank to.

.And then you'll still have to go take it off and hide the evidence of your secret shame as my newly appointed diaper bitch.

You don't have a girlfriend. You can't have one.

Not because you're not trying but because deep down, you already know the truth.

You're a diaper addict.

And nothing compares.

No girl could ever compete with the comfort, the loyalty, the satisfaction you get from that one thing: a diaper.

You don't just wear it you live with it.

You take it everywhere. You talk to it, laugh with it, treat it like it's your one and only.

Because it is!

Others might judge. They wouldn't understand.

You've chosen your partner and you're not looking back.

Why do I want to put you in nappies and regress you back to babyhood?

Becaue you need a constant reminder of your place and nothing does that better than being put into nappies

You are clearly much more comfortable being treated like a baby so why bother pretending otherwise

I mean expecting you to act like an adult is pointless and nappies remind you of your true place as my submissive little

Besides the adorable look of surprise and relief when you helplessly fill your nappy is priceless.

And the way you shyly admit that you need a change after filling your nappy is so incredibly cute

I love the constant crinkle and bulk of your bottom when you have your nappy on. It reminds you of how little and helpless you are

I mean it’s laughable that you think you could stay dry on your own and nappies save you from having to deal with your constant accidents

And I love that cute little waddle you have when you wear a nice thick padded nappy

It’s so adoringly infantile. It is exactly what you need. That’s why I like putting you in nappies. You need nappies and you need me. Don’t you Boobar?

“Now then, honey - you look like you have something to say, don’t you?”

Liza’s gaze dropped at her partner’s firm admonition. Even now, two months into her new life as Belinda’s little plaything, it was still mortifying to have to put it all into words. “Well- um, I-”

“Go on, baby. You know what to do.”

“Fank you for da new dipie, deawest Mommy,” she plunged in, cheeks burning as her own babyish lisping sounded in her ears. “I’s just a wittle girl, Mommy, and I hafta tell you that I- I-” She faltered briefly, then pressed on. “That I wath a vewy wet wittle girl…”

Belinda smiled at last. “Oh, were you now?” Her smiling eyes darted to the nearly naked girl’s freshly diapered hips. “Why don’t you tell me how you’d gotten so wet, baby?”

Liza flushed, the smell of powder strong in her nose. God dammit, the baby part! “I wath wet becauthe I peed myself, Mommy. I peed wight in my panth wike a wittle baby. That’th why my dipie was all warm and thoggy and wet, Mommy.” She knew every word of the infantile speech by heart, yet they still left a bitter taste of shame on her tongue. Still, without this cheek-burning ritual there was no way she would ever be allowed the bliss of another change once this new diaper was soiled…

Oh, yes. A fresh diaper was now Liza’s definition of bliss.

“Go on, my sweet little babydoll,” Belinda beamed maternally. “Use your words, honey. Isn’t there still something more you want to tell Mommy?” Of course there was more - and Liza wasn’t about to get away without reciting everything through to its mortifying conclusion.

“A wittle baby girl wike me needth her dipie, Mommy,” Liza winced at the tears pricking her eyes, yet floundered on. “I- I jus’ make tho much pee-pee and poo-poo, Mommy…” Her trembling voice sank down into a whisper as she drew near the final words.

“An’ I weally wike my dipies, Mommy. Pleathe don’t ever, ever potty twain me, Mommy - not as wong as I wive.”

The smile on Mommy Belinda’s face was enough to light up the entire room.

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“That’s right, honey. See how wonderfully easy it is?”

Lola gazed down thoughtfully at the prone, blissed-out form of her date. Well, “date” was a big word. Her eHarmony match. Her avid, slightly nerdy, but endearing correspondent over the past three weeks. And now, her… baby? Question mark?

“Listen, dear, listen. Men can be assholes. Believe me - your bastard of a ‘father’ taught me that well enough before I divorced him! Give them a bit of power, give them a sense that they’re the ones in charge, and boom! They’ll turn into the most thoughtless, arrogant, self-conceited pieces of-”

“Yeah, yeah, mom,” Lola sighed, cutting her mother off to prevent the full-blown rant she knew by now to expect. “I know. It’s just- I mean- Couldn’t we at least have given him a chance? Maybe a few months to see if he really was a jerk?” Her fingers strayed impulsively over the downy smoothness of the cotton shirt they’d now tugged over Colton’s muscly frame. It did fit him nicely, she supposed. So much softer than that questionable fashion choice of a jacket he’d arrived in. And so much… cuter…?

Yes, she conceded. Cute really was the word. But cuteness aside, weren’t they still being a little hasty?

Her mother clucked amid the sudden rustling of plastic and cotton in her hands. “Oh, Lola. You’re so sweet - and so naïve.” She motioned her daughter to help her raise the hapless man-boy’s bare ass from the carpet and deftly slipped the padding beneath. “No, dear. I’ve learned the hard way; the only way to deal with a man is to keep them dependent right from the start. Show them who’s in charge - who wears the pants in this relationship, and who wears-”

“The diapers, yes,” Lola finished, smiling despite herself. She’d heard her mom talk about it many times before. Hell, she’d even seen her mom’s occasional dates slipping in and out of the house, their padded posteriors leaving no doubt about their choice of underwear. But today she was finally seeing it play out before her eyes: the doctored drink at supper, the collapse into stupefied obedience, the ungainly stripping and dressing anew in an unmistakably infantile outfit, even as the laughably limp penis began helplessly dribbling…

She still wasn’t quite sure whether it fully made sense. But, she reflected, watching her mother’s expert fingers tugging the tapes tight around her new lover’s waist, the overall effect was kind of endearing. And sweet. After all, her mom assured her that after that second bottle took effect, her new little man-baby was going to be dependent on her for everything for at least the next twelve hours.

And, she realized now, that was actually a pretty lovely prospect. After all, who didn’t love to be needed? Even if it was by their newly babied boyfriend?

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“You, you bitch! You have no right! Let me go right now, you sick, perverted, fu-”

The busty blonde’s screeches would have set dogs barking two blocks away… if, that is, the walls weren’t quite so thick.

“Pretty great escape room, isn’t it?” Lori smiled in amusement, running her fingers deftly along the straps binding the half-naked girl’s wrists above her head. “And so fun and spooky, too… at least at the start. Damn, Bree! You sure know how to scream, don’t you?”

Bree glared daggers at her erstwhile classmate. She’d never liked Lori much to begin with - so goody-goody, so prim and neat and smart in everything she did. But the real bad blood had set in last fall when they’d been stuck on a group project together. Bree had been busy with Alpha Theta Kappa and volleyball, of course - but that hadn’t stopped Lori from whining to the professor about how she’d ended up doing all the work…

Oh, yeah. And then there’d been their little squabble over Alex and which of them he really wanted to date.

All that to say, Bree had been completely taken aback when Lori had invited her out to some crazy new escape room. “It’ll be fun, trust me!” she’d beamed with a disarming innocence that had swept away Bree’s misgivings. “Between the two of us, I bet we’ll bust out of there in record time!” And so, puzzled but willing to grant her the benefit of the doubt, Bree had shrugged and agreed to the proposition…

Now, Lori giggled. “I guess you weren’t expecting my little surprise when you came in, huh? It’s actually pretty easy to chloroform someone; honestly it’s just like specimens in the bio lab!” She ran her fingers teasingly down to her restrained friend’s smooth underarms, eliciting a squeal of hysteria. “Hey, hey, don’t worry! We’ll get you out of this little predicament soon enough… I mean, relatively soon. I’ve got this place rented until midnight, so we’ve got loads of time to have fun together…”

“Wha- what kind of fun?” Bree spat, fear seeping into her voice despite her best intentions. “You lied to me, you bitch! You’ve taken my clothes and phone and everything! You’ve got me stuck in this- this stupid baby room or whatever the shit this is…” She glanced down in revulsion. “And you’ve put this disgusting, fucking diaper on me! What is this, some kind of sick game?” 

“Oh, it’s a game all right!” Lori tittered, giving her struggling friend’s ample breasts a playful squeeze. “Just a nice little game in which you’re going to learn just what happens to immature, brainless bimbos like yourself. After all, I think it’s only right that a stupid slut with the intelligence of a toddler ought to enjoy being treated like one… don’t you agree?”

And that’s when Lori held up the baby bottle. “Come on, open up for your medicine!” she cooed, even as she jammed it forcefully between the whimpering young woman’s trembling lips. “This will make sure you enjoy this little experience to the fullest!”

As Bree gasped and gulped at the oily substance snaking its way down her unwilling throat, Lori giggled once more. “By the way, I didn’t lie at all, Bree! This is an escape room, all right. Only thing is… well, I don’t think Baby Bree the Brainless Bimbo stands a chance of escaping on her own. At least, not unless she does every little thing her nice Mommy Lori tells her to…”

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Dang, Pomona was really starting to get the hang of this.

Ever since she’d had such success with taming her neighbor girl Laura, word of her magical disciplinary techniques spread through the local grapevine. Laura’s mom had been ecstatic to have her rebellious teen turned into a docile, obedient, dutiful daughter again - even though she did seem to have occasional nighttime accidents. That was a small price to pay for giving her her daughter back, she crowed - and earnestly recommended that others try the same thing.

Pomona heard them calling her technique “diaper discipline” - and cordially loathed the term. What she had done with Laura was so much more than that! Sure, she’d used props like diapers just because they’d fit with the overall regression therapy, but they were only one part of the procedure. And yet, here she was, with parents like Sophie’s here begging her to tame their “slutty” and “arrogant” daughter using her amazing diaper discipline… Well, she couldn’t very well refuse, not after they’d paid so generously. So when Sophie had come to stay at her unofficial “daycare” over the winter break, Pomona had to get busy.

First came the defiance. “I’m an adult! You can’t tell me what to do! I hate you!” Sophie had screamed at Pomona within the first fifteen minutes. Pomona knew from her training that this acting out was more about Sophie trying to assert her identity than anything, so she didn’t take it personally - but she did have to impose some authority. So out came the gag. And when she’d turned violent, so did the cuffs. A change of wardrobe was imperative, so she’d stripped the struggling girl; and when she kept angrily removing the babyish clothes she was given, Pomona had finally lost patience.

“Young lady, I’ve been patient with you up to here,” she’d told Sophie sternly. “And frankly, you’ve left me with no choice!” She’d had to cuff the girl to the changing table she’d recently installed, then managed to tape a diaper on her amid her thrashing and kicking. Then, on second thought, she’d brought out the enema bag and given the little terror a sizable dose of soapy water.

“Now, why don’t we take this party over to the wall?” she told the now-moaning Sophie, tugging her cuffs and quickly hooking her fast. “And why don’t you keep on telling me how much of a big girl you are, how you are so grown up and amazing?” She gently removed the girl’s gag, expecting her to unleash a torrent of abuse - but all she got was a flood of pitiful pleas.

“Oh please, Miss Pomona, let me use the toilet!” she gasped in desperation, attempting vainly to clutch her cramping stomach. Pomona smiled and gently pushed her against the wall. Wow, this was working better than she’d expected. “Now, now!” she chided maternally. “You’ve been a very naughty little girl, and so I’m afraid you’re going to be stuck here for another hour. If you can hold it until then, why of course I’ll let you use the toilet. You say you’re so grown up, so I’m sure it shouldn’t be a problem for you to hold it, right?” She chuckled, and Sophie moaned again. “But if you really can’t hold it, then I guess you really are more of a baby than you think. Hmm?”

As the muffled sounds of a wet explosion in her diaper filled the room, Sophie’s sniffles turned into wails. And Pomona smiled. Now that was one way to deal with a stubborn girl. Maybe “diaper discipline” really was a thing after all.

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