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"That wasn't just a cocktail" your wife says, flashing an evil grin towards you as she gently sits on the counter of the kitchen island.

Swallowing the last of the Old Fashioned she had just made, you lock eyes with her, confused. "What do you mean?"

Her expression turns gravely serious. "You don't want to give me any children, so I figured out an alternative solution. You can be the baby."

Baffled by what she had just said you begin to laugh. "What?" you say chuckling to yourself. "What are you talking abou-"

Your speech is suddenly cut off by a rush of vertigo swirling all around you. You panic as a sense of descent overwhelms you.

"Jess!" you exclaim, disoriented. "What's happening?"

"You just drank a shrinking potion. You're going to be my little baby" she says, igniting a devilish smile at you.

An incredulous anxiety washes over you as you feel the world growing around you, sending a shock of adrenaline and fear through your veins. Feeling tears forming in your eyes you reach to towards your wife pleading to her, yelling "Help me!"

You continue falling, the world growing and growing as it slowly begins to darken. You vaguely see your wife through the clouded vision of your gigantic kitchen as she smiles, laughing, looking down at you. The world fades away and you lose consciousness.

You awaken in a pristine white room, unfamiliar and surreal. Adjusting your vision, the surroundings slowly come into focus and you recognize where you are: the guest room. Beside you stands an enormous bed. Its grey sheeted mattress towering above you. Ahead, your gaze follows the height of a massive white structure with a cage like shape. Your eyes widen as you realize the white wooden barred walls aren't a cage, but a crib! The crib is full of stuffed animals and various bedding. You had no idea where it came from.

A wave of unease floods over you and your heart races as you scan the room, landing on another intimidating sight to your left. A colossal white dresser stands tall, crowned with a pale mat adorned with Winnie the Pooh motifs clearly indicating it was a changing table. Neatly arranged beside it are several prominent red boxes with the white embezzled logo, "Huggies Size 7" inscribed on them.

"What the hell" you ask yourself, confused.

A sense of dread washes over you as you realize your position. You aren't standing or sitting but are suspended in the middle of a giant, colorful plastic tabletop suspended by bungee cords from several posts. Mounted to the tray in front of you are several spinning safari themed toddler toys and you realize you're in a baby bouncer!

You press your feet down, instinctively attempting to free yourself, only to find that they barely graze the floor. Straining, you manage to lift yourself momentarily before descending, causing a gentle bouncing motion. Cold sweat begins to bead over you as you realize you can't get out. Frustrated, you pound on the jumper's tray, becoming acutely aware of a snug, cushioned sensation around your lower half. With trepidation, you glance down, momentarily distracted by the white t-shirt adorned with a Tigger emblem wrapped around your chest, only to confirm your suspicions. Wrapped securely around you is an oversized diaper embellished with infantile patterns.

"Noo!" you begin to cry out, desperately thrashing against the plastic contraption, resulting in you just bouncing up and down more. Tears begin to stream down your face as you realize the shrinking potion had done its job. Looking down at your hands, you begin to cry more as you acknowledge their small, shrunken state. You still felt yourself, spotting the arm hair on your arms, and the similar contours of the muscles of your forearms. Your body was the same, but had shrunken several times smaller.

You continue to cry as the sound of a door opening behind you causes you to pause, and you strain yourself to turn around, locking eyes with Jess as she strolls in the room, wearing a short red dress, gleefully smiling at you.

"He's awake!" she says in a mocking tone.

"Jess please!" you cry out, bouncing in desperation, feeling the thick diaper against your backside.

"Nuh uh uh" she says, waving her finger as she kneels over you, her cleavage enveloping your view. "That's mommy from now on. You will call me", pausing, "mom-mee. Say it with me."

Angrily shaking your head, you're furious at your situation, unable to move, locked in a diaper with Jess standing over you, mocking you.

"Aw" she coos. "That's ok, you'll get use to it very quickly I'm guessing" she says with a laugh as she walks to the bed. "Now I'm glad you're awake because I thought mommy and baby could have their first outing to the park today. What do you think?"

Continuing trying to lift yourself out you kick your legs in anger and growl as she pulls up two pieces of clothing from the bed. "I'm glad I saved these. What does baby want to wear? The striped one or the other one?" Holding them in front you, you see two toddler sized overalls with shirts on hangers.

Wailing you cry out, "Jess please I don't want to be a baby! Pl-" You're suddenly cut off by a spasm in your belly causing you to freeze. A loud grumble courses through your gut as you realize your bowels were quickly shifting, sending a shock up your spine. You don't move, not sure what to do as the growing feeling to poop rolls through your guts. Feeling blood rush to your face as you begin blushing. A pulsing tingling feeling begins emanating from your bladder as well and you realize you have to pee too. Everything was going catastrophically wrong.

Jess turns, looking down at you. "You got quiet, what's wrong?" Almost immediately her expression changes as you see her realize what was happening.

"Is my little man using his diapy wipey?" she says mockingly, cooing at you.

Shaking your head, you don't know what do to. You look up at her with a pleading face.

Laughing, she puts her hands on her hips. "Someone is making mommy a surprise isn't he? Well you should know that the nice lady that sold me the potion told me that incontinence is a likely side effect, so in our case it should work perfectly".

Panicking, you brace yourself as a cramp begins to rumble through your gut, causing you to grab the sides of the bouncer tray. Suddenly, you feel your rectum begin to spasm, involuntarily puckering over and over as you feel your insides shifting. You desperately try to stop it, straining with all your might but your sphincter muscles feel utterly weak and unresponsive. The spasms continue as several loud farts begin popping and erupting into the diaper as your pressurized bowels force them out. Flushed, you close your eyes and begin bucking your hips desperately trying to stop the involuntary voiding about to happen.

"Nooo.." you groan tightening your grip.

Without warning the mass of a giant log of poop pushes through your flaccid rectum, forcing its way out and spreading your anus open. You groan as it pushes its way out, smashing between your butt cheeks and into the back of the diaper making a loud crinkling noise as the diaper shifts to accommodate it. You groan more as the force of the movement tightens your hips, making you lean forward into the bouncer tray while tightly nestling your butt against the seat, smashing the mess firmly against your skin. The diaper wrapped around your butt does nothing to conceal the putrid smell of dirty diaper now engulfing you, mixing with the sweet smell of baby powder. The smell ignites memories of the white walled daycare center you had spent your childhood in, with its permanent stench of dirty diapers and nursery smells. Now instead of babies in the nursery making the dirty diapers, it was you, curled over in a Huggies diaper loading the back of it with poop.

Sprawled against the plastic top, you feel the pressure of your backside continuing to ache as the poop is smashed against the back of your diaper. Straining, you see Jess kneel in front of you, sitting down on a small stool with a disgusted look on her face.

"Good thing I got the diapers with the blowout protection, that smells so bad!" waving her hand in front of her face making a wretching noise.

"Noo!" you wail, the pressure overwhelming you as you lift your diapered butt off the seat of the bouncer. Grunting, you close your eyes again and flinch as an explosion of runny mush shoots out of your anus, spilling into the diaper with a disgusting squelching noise as it jams into every corner of diaper. You're immediately worried of it spilling out of the diaper but can't do anything to stop the convulsion of poop. Several more spurts violently erupt into the back of the diaper, causing it to droop more and more. The sticky mud like mess is now plastered over your entire groin.

Finally the pressure begins to lessen and you feel yourself relaxing, a blanket of ease washing over you. You slightly push the last bit of poop out, feeling it drop into the diaper when the tingling in you bladder comes back. Apathetic from the whole experience you sit back, smashing the sordid diaper against your backside as you let go and begin to flood the diaper with urine. The sensation is wonderful and you feel the diaper swelling between your thighs as the hot liquid gushes out. Finally the pressure fades and you look to Jess, completely humiliated at what had happened.

"All done?" she asks, eyebrow raised.

You slowly nod, feeling more tears welling up in your eyes.

"Let's check that diaper then" she hums as she wraps her hands under your arms, enveloping your chest with her gigantic grip. You see her face shift to a look of horrified disgust as she blurts "Oh my god!"

Before you can react she sits you down on the floor, standing you on your feet. You look down and realize what she was upset about. The entire diaper was a patchy, bloated discoloration of brown from the mess you had just deposited. Dripping down your legs are several streaks of poop with the leg gatherers of the diaper completely overloaded, spilling out of the diaper. More tears begin streaming down your face as you wail "I'm sorry!" Not sure what to do, you feel the infantile urge to jam your thumb in your mouth. Sucking on it you look up at Jess.

"Well she said the first bowel movement would be bad, with your size changing so much. Guess I should have double diapered you or something." Jess says, looking down at you with a grimace. Shaking her head, she steps back towards the adjacent wall where a large poster is hung against it. Covered in Sesame Street characters, the calendar like grid has the words "Poop and Pee" at the top, nestled next to Big Bird.

"Looks like you did both a number one and a number two" Jess says in a playful tone, pulling a pair of brown and yellow stars off a large sticker pad. She sticks them on first block of the calendar and turns to you as you hear the distinctive sound of her smart phone ringing.

"Of course" she says, sighing as she pulls the phone out, nestling it against her head as she answers"

You continue to stand, sucking on your thumb as the overwhelming stench of your diaper fills your nostrils. It was beginning to itch. You desperately needed out of the diaper.

"Tricia, hi!" Jess says, looking at you. "What are you doing?" she pauses. "Yes, he's here and yes he took it". Nodding she smiles towards you. "Well he needs his diaper changed, but why don't you come over now and I can show you." She laughs and says "Okay see you soon" as she ends the call.

Your heart drops in your chest and your thumb pops out of your mouth in shock.

"Why is Tricia coming over?!" you plead, stomping your feet as you feel the saggy diaper drooping between your legs.

"You'll just have to wait and see now won't you?" Jess says, walking towards you. "Now let's get that diaper changed".

Pushing out all my big girl thoughts into my undies! 🙈

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The nursery was quiet except for the soft crinkle of your diaper as you shifted in the playpen. The bars were tall, the padding beneath you plush, but none of it mattered. You were mad. Mommy had put you here for talking back, again, and no amount of pouting or kicking your feet was going to change that. The thick, baby-blue diaper between your legs felt like a betrayal, a reminder of how small she could make you feel when she wanted to.

You sighed, your pacifier bobbing as you sucked on it absently. The blanket beneath you was soft, but it did nothing to ease the frustration bubbling inside you. Without thinking, your hand drifted down, fingers pressing against the padded front of your diaper. The pressure was instant, a spark of something warm and forbidden. You bit down on your pacifier, your hips lifting just a little, seeking more.

That’s when you heard it, the soft creak of the rocking chair.

Mommy had been watching.

Her voice was sweet, almost musical, but there was a edge to it that made your stomach twist. "Aww, is my baby boy bored?" She leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees, her chin propped up in her hands. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, but her smile was knowing. Too knowing.

You froze, your hand still pressed against your diaper. You knew you weren’t supposed to touch yourself. Good boys didn’t do that. But the way she was looking at you, like she already knew exactly what you’d been doing, made your face burn.

Before you could pull your hand away, hers was there, slipping between the bars of the playpen. Her fingers curled around your wrist, not to stop you, but to guide you. "Boys don’t get to touch themselves," she murmured, her voice low and firm. "Only Mommy can touch you."

Your breath hitched. You should’ve been embarrassed. You were embarrassed. But the way her fingers replaced yours, pressing into the thick padding of your diaper, made it impossible to care. Her touch was deliberate, her palm cupping you through the layers of plastic and fluff. You whimpered, your hips jerking upward instinctively, seeking more pressure.

Mommy’s laugh was soft, almost a purr. "That’s it, baby. Let Mommy take care of you." Her fingers worked in slow, deliberate circles, her thumb pressing just there, right where you needed it most. The diaper crinkled loudly with every movement, the sound filling the quiet nursery. You could feel yourself getting harder, the pressure building until it was almost unbearable.

Your pacifier slipped from your lips as you panted, your free hand clutching at the blanket beneath you. "Mmm, someone’s very excited," Mommy teased, her voice dripping with amusement. She didn’t let up, her fingers never stilling, never giving you a moment to catch your breath. The pleasure was overwhelming, a hot, heavy weight in your groin that made your toes curl.

You tried to speak, to beg, but all that came out was a muffled, desperate sound. Your hips bucked against her hand, your body moving on its own, chasing the release that felt just out of reach. The diaper was warm now, damp from earlier, but the heat between your legs was something else entirely.

Mommy leaned closer, her breath warm against your cheek. "You gonna make a mess for Mommy, baby?" Her voice was a whisper, but it might as well have been a command. The way she said it, like she already knew the answer, sent a shiver down your spine.

And then, just like that, you were there.

Your body tensed, your back arching off the blanket as the pleasure crashed over you. A choked cry tore from your throat, the sound muffled by the pacifier you’d barely managed to shove back into your mouth. Your hips jerked, once, twice, your entire body shuddering as you spilled into your diaper. The warmth spread quickly, the padding soaking up every last bit of your release. But Mommy wasn’t done. Her fingers kept moving, kept pressing, and the pleasure didn’t stop. Your body clenched, and with a gasp, you realized…

You were going number two, too.

The heat in your belly twisted, and before you could stop it, your diaper gave a loud, wet squelch. The smell hit you immediately, thick, musky, stinky. Your face burned with humiliation, but Mommy just giggled, her fingers finally stilling.

"Looks like someone made a big mess," she cooed, her voice laced with delight. She didn’t move to clean you up. Didn’t even reach for the wipes. Instead, she simply stood, her hands on her hips as she admired her handiwork.

You lay there, panting, your diaper sagging with the weight of your mess. The warmth was unbearable, the stickiness clinging to your skin. You wanted to squirm away, to hide, but there was nowhere to go. The playpen bars were still between you and freedom.

Mommy’s smile was wicked as she reached down and scooped you up, cradling you against her chest. You were heavy in her arms, your diaper a warm, squishy burden between you. "Such a messy boy," she murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "But you’re my messy boy."

She carried you to the crib, the one with the tall, unyielding bars, and laid you down gently. The mattress was cool beneath you, a stark contrast to the heat of your diaper. You whimpered, your fingers twisting in the sheets, but Mommy just shook her head.

"No, no, baby. You made this mess. You can stay in it a little while." She tapped your nose playfully, her eyes twinkling. "Besides, it’s almost naptime. And good boys nap in their sticky diapers, don’t they?"

You wanted to argue. Wanted to beg her to change you, to clean you up, to anything but leave you like this. But the look in her eyes brooked no argument. And deep down, beneath the embarrassment, beneath the discomfort, there was something else, a warm, fuzzy feeling, like the first sip of hot cocoa on a cold day.

Mommy tucked a blanket around you, her touch lingering on your shoulder. "Sleep well, baby," she said, her voice soft. "Mommy will check on you later."

You are jerking your little pee pee while you are wearing that diaper as you feel it getting heavier and soggier with your pee.

Don’t deny it you know it’s true.

That’s exactly what you are doing down there

Huh. Nice and warm nice and comforting

Well wake the fuck up little boy you need to know that you’re a little pathetic infant

How humiliating. You are not a man you are a child and you deserve to wear these diapers from now until

Yes you have to wear these.

There’s nothing ike a big stinky diaper to reduce a man down to his true infantile self

So go ahead fill up your diapee while you have your hand inside and you are jerking yourself off.

At least you won’t be able to tell how gross and sticky it is when you empty your man muck in there will you?

(all characters above 18)😏i know much of you will googoo on this one 😛 inspiration comes from now defunct "hubbies..com" art (thank you Susan Flannery) on this précise scene. The story is however mine. Enjoy!

Story:

Margaret had read every disgusting word in her son’s journal. The detailed plans to take Emily to prom, get her drunk, and “fuck her raw like a cheap whore,” to “pump her full until she’s leaking my cum all night.” The arrogance. The disrespect. The attitude.

Punishment was no longer optional. It was total.

The afternoon before prom, she dragged her protesting, muscular 19-year-old son into his newly converted nursery. The room smelled of baby powder and baby lotion. A large crib with locking rails dominated one wall. The changing table was stocked like a professional nursery: stacks of extra-thick terry cloth diapers, boosters, plastic pants, pins, creams, and lubricants.

“Strip,” Mommy ordered coldly.

When he hesitated, she slapped his bare ass hard and yanked his clothes off herself. Naked and furious, he was lifted onto the changing table like an oversized toddler. Mommy took her time.

First, she slathered his entire groin, cock, balls, and bottom in thick white lotion, rubbing it in slowly, deliberately teasing his shaft until it was half-hard and twitching with unwanted shame. Then came the diaper rash cream — two generous fingers scooping the thick paste and spreading it liberally over his hole and under his balls, making sure every inch was protected “like a proper baby’s privates.”

Heavy clouds of baby powder followed. She shook the bottle for a full minute, coating him until he was dusted head to toe in sweet, humiliating scent. The powder clung to his lotion-slick skin, turning him into a fragrant nursery toy.

Now the diapering began.

Mommy unfolded the first massive terry diaper ...already thicker than most adult ones...and slid it under his lifted hips. She added a second full diaper on top, then folded a third booster pad thickly in the middle for maximum absorbency and bulk. She pulled the layers up tightly between his legs, the padding forcing his thighs apart in a wide, infantile waddle. With practiced hands she pinned it shut using two oversized yellow diaper pins, one on each side, making sure it was snug but not too tight : she wanted room for the inevitable mess.

But she wasn’t done. A crinkly, clear plastic diaper cover with little duckies was pulled over the bulging terry bundle and snapped tightly at the legs and waist. The final result was obscene: an enormous, pillow-like diaper that made his muscular legs look comically small and bowed.

A baby-blue bib with a smiling rubber ducky was tied around his neck.

He was already whimpering in humiliation.

Mommy wasn’t satisfied yet.

“Babies need their bottoms properly prepared,” she cooed, pushing his knees back to his chest and exposing him completely. She opened a large jar of baby Vaseline and scooped out a huge glob with two fingers.

“Relax your little hole, sweetheart. Mommy’s going to make sure you’re nice and open for all the big poopoos you’ll be making from now on.”

He clenched. She slapped his thigh sharply. Then her slick fingers circled his tight anus, spreading the thick petroleum jelly around the rim before slowly pushing inside. One finger. Then two. She twisted and scissored gently but relentlessly, working the Vaseline deep into his passage, coating every inch of his insides.

“Feel that, baby? Mommy’s opening you up like a good little diaper slut. This hole is going to be soft, puffy, and ready to push out huge loads whenever I decide.”

She added more Vaseline, a third finger, stretching him wider, fucking him slowly with her fingers while narrating every detail. His cock throbbed traitorously against the thick diaper front despite his tears. She kept going for nearly fifteen humiliating minutes until his anus was visibly relaxed, shiny, and gaping slightly — a perfect, well-trained baby bottom.

Only then did she pull the plastic cover back up and pat the massively padded crotch. “There. All ready for your first public accident.”

Five minutes before Emily’s arrival, Mommy bent him over the changing table again, pulled the diaper cover and back of the terry down just enough, and slid a fat, melting glycerin suppository deep into his well-Vaselined hole. She pushed it in with two fingers, twisting and pressing until it was lodged far inside where it would work fastest.

“Perfect. Now we wait for the show.”

The living room.

He stood gripping the armchair, knees bent, muscles trembling, face already beet-red. The suppository was working brutally fast. Mommy stood beside him, one hand on his shoulder, smiling serenely.

The front door opened.

Emily stepped inside in her stunning emerald prom dress, looking radiant and froze in absolute shock at the sight of her date: shirtless, bibbed, and wearing an enormous, obvious diaper.

Before she could even speak, a violent cramp hit him.

“Oh… fuck…” he gasped.

Mommy leaned in lovingly. “Coochie-coo! Does the poopoo train finally arriving at the diaper depot? Oh yeeees it is! Push for Mommy and your pretty date, baby. Push like the helpless little diaper boy you are.”

Emily’s hand flew to her mouth, but her eyes sparkled with growing fascination.

He tried desperately to hold it. His face turned purple. Veins stood out on his neck. A long, wet fart escaped into the thick padding.

Then the first push came against his will.

“Nnnngh…!” He grunted loudly, thighs shaking. The massive log began to crown, stretching his well-lubricated hole. He pushed again — harder — and a thick, crackling, warm mass began filling the seat of his diaper. Emily watched, mesmerized, as the back of the triple-thick terry visibly expanded and sagged.

“Again, baby. Push number two!” Mommy encouraged sweetly.

He bore down with a deep, humiliated grunt. A huge, soft, messy wave exploded into the diaper, spreading everywhere, squelching audibly as it filled the booster and pushed the padding outward. The smell bloomed instantly ...heavy, earthy, unmistakably baby.

Third push. Even bigger. He was panting now, tears of shame rolling down his cheeks while his prom date watched him defecate like a toddler.

Fourth, final, longest push : a long, wet, crackling avalanche that made the seat of his diaper droop heavily between his legs, the plastic cover straining to contain the enormous load. The diaper was unmistakably full, sagging, lumpy, and brown at the edges.

Immediately after, a powerful, hissing torrent of pee flooded the front, swelling the already massive padding even further until it was warm, heavy, and squishing with every tiny movement.

Emily stepped closer, eyes wide with delight at his total degradation.

“Oh my God… you actually shit yourself. In front of me. Like a literal baby.” She laughed softly, then her voice dropped into exaggerated, breathy moans.

“Mmmhhh...Ohhh yes, baby… that’s it… push all that big nasty poopoo into your didee for me. Just like you wanted to push that cock into my tight little pussy tonight, right? You wanted to stretch me open and fill me up like a whore?” She moaned louder, biting her lip theatrically. “Aaaahhh~ But instead you’re the one getting filled, aren’t you? Your big strong body reduced to grunting out stinky messes while I watch.”

Mommy guided him down onto the rug on his belly. “Tummy time, baby. Show Emily how you hump your loaded diapers from now on.”

The squelch was loud and obscene as his massive, warm mess compressed beneath him. He started grinding slowly, humiliated beyond words.

Emily crouched beside him, continuing her relentless, moaning commentary:

“Ohhh fuuuck yes, hump that messy didee, you pathetic little diaper humper~ Mmmhh~ That’s how you thought you’d fuck me? Grinding and thrusting like a desperate animal? Only now it’s just warm poop and piss squishing against your worthless cock. You’ll never feel real pussy again. Just loaded, stinky diapers every single day.”

She leaned in closer, voice dripping venom and arousal. “And Mommy told me the best part. Soon your balls will be drained dry every day by women watching you. Then she’ll tie that dick up tight and milk you like a cow, squeezing every drop out while you cry. In a few weeks you’ll have a tiny baby micropenis that spurts helplessly the second you start pooping your diaper. You’ll cum every time you mess yourself like a true infant. No control. No manhood left.”

She moaned even louder, right next to his ear. “Hump faster, baby~ Let me hear those squishes. Imagine me at prom getting fucked by a real man while you’re locked in your crib, marinating in your own cum and shit. Aaaahhh~ Yes, just like that! Grind it in deep!”

The humiliation, the smell, the wet squelching, Emily’s filthy moaning, and the constant promises of future degradation pushed him over the edge.

His thrusts became frantic, animalistic. His face was buried in the rug, sobbing and grunting. The heavy, messy diaper made loud, wet, filthy sounds with every desperate hump.

Then the orgasm hit...violently.

Thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted from his cock, mixing with the piss and shit already filling the front of his diaper. Spurt after heavy spurt, longer and more intense than any he’d ever had, each one accompanied by broken, humiliated cries. His whole body shook as he emptied his balls completely into the destroyed, sagging mess, the warm wetness spreading everywhere.

Emily clapped and laughed delightedly. “He came! The baby actually came in his poopy diaper while I watched! What a perfect little pervert.”

Mommy patted his head. “Good boy. Say thank you to Emily for helping with your first public tummy time.”

“…Th-thank you… Emily…”

Emily stood up, still giggling, smoothing her prom dress. “I’m going to have so much fun telling everyone at prom about this. Enjoy your crib and that loaded diaper all night, stinky baby. Maybe I’ll come visit tomorrow and watch round two.”

She left the house laughing brightly, the sound echoing long after the door closed.

Mommy lifted her broken, sobbing, heavily loaded son into her arms. His sagging, cum-piss-shit-filled diaper swung heavily between his legs as she carried him upstairs to the crib.

“Night night, baby. Tomorrow the whole family and several neighbors are coming over for your next special tummy time. And this was only the beginning of your permanent babyfication.”

The crib bars locked shut with a final, metallic click.

His new life of endless, public, diaper-soiling humiliation had officially begun.

Talking Him Through It

“You had to have known this was coming, didn’t you baby?" She said, "Be honest with me. Did you really think you were just going to be peeing in your diapers all the time and that was it? That you’d get to keep some scrap of big-boy dignity while waddling around in thick padding?" She let the silence hang. "No… deep down you knew this moment was inevitable. You knew that one day you’d be right here, on your knees, feeling that heavy pressure build, and you’d have no choice but to make your first real poopy diaper right in front of me.”

Mike let out a soft, mortified whimper, his face already burning crimson as he shifted uncomfortably on his knees, eyes darting away. “Valerie… please,” he whispered, voice shaking with embarrassment. “I-I didn’t think it would actually go this far. I can’t… it’s too humiliating. Can we please not do this? I don't think I can--”

"Shh..." Valerie said, pressing a finger firmly to his lips to silence him. "No more of that whining. This is how it is now. This is your new normal. And protesting only makes you look even more pathetic than you already do. You’re just going to have to accept it.”

The tension thickened unbearably. Mike’s breathing turned shallow and ragged, soft desperate whines as he clenched instinctively, trying to fight the inevitable. His hands fidgeted at his sides, knees pressing hard into the rug while waves of humiliation crashed over him.

“I really can’t do this,” he whined, voice cracking pathetically. “It’s going to be so gross and—and—and...Please, Val! I’m begging you! Please don't make me do this...”

Valerie tilted her head slightly, her expression calm and almost sweetly pitying as she looked down at him. “Oh, sweetie… I’m not making you do anything. This is what you wanted, remember? You were the one who begged me to put you in diapers in the first place.”

Mike shook his head desperately, tears already welling in his eyes. “But I didn't want this!" He whined, "I just wanted to feel little and taken care of. Maybe wet a diaper or two. But I never thought you’d actually make me do…all of this!"

Valerie gave a soft, amused chuckle and reached out to cup his burning cheek, gently wiping away a leaky tear with her thumb. “Sweetheart, you know I don’t do anything half-assed. You wanted me to take control. You wanted me to treat you like my widdle baybee. Well, this is what that looks like. You don’t get to pick and choose which parts feel good and which parts are too gross or embarrassing. I was being nice before, letting you use the potty for your dirty business. But those days are over. The diapers aren’t just for cute little wettings anymore...they’re your potty now. For all of it. This is what you asked for. Now you’re going to live with it."

Mike let out another broken whimper, face burning with shame. “Please… I’m begging you. Just this once, can’t we—”

But before he could get out another word, a pacifier was pressed into his mouth.

"Shhh...no more talking," she said, her tone firm and unsympathetic. “Just pushing. You’re done protesting. Now be a good boy and focus on filling that diaper like you know you need to.”

Mike’s made pathetic little sounds around the pacifier as he sucked on it instinctively. His face burned hotter than ever, tears of pure shame glistening in his eyes. He tried to look down, to avoid that look, as if it would give him some semblance of privacy, but Valerie lifted his chin with a single finger, forcing his gaze back up to hers.

“Look at me, baby. Eyes up here. I want to watch your face while you do it. Let Mommy see every little grunt, every little squint, every little strain. Feel that pressure building stronger and stronger? That’s your body telling you it’s time for your first poopy diaper. This is how it goes from now on. Now relax your bottom… it’s time. Let Mommy see exactly what a helpless little pants-pooper looks like!”

The pacifier quivered in his mouth. Mike held out for another long, agonizing moment, muffled whines vibrating around the silicone as his cheeks puffed slightly from sucking on it. Then, with a shaky, defeated breath, he finally gave in.

The first hesitant push came slowly. His face contorted in visible effort, brow furrowed, eyes squeezed half-shut in embarrassment as he stared up at her. A faint, muffled crackling sound broke the silence as the seat of the diaper began to expand, the bright little cars stretching obscenely while the warm, mushy mess pushed out. The sensation hit him instantly: the growing warmth, the heavy bulge forming between his legs, the unmistakable squish beginning to settle against him. Fresh shame flooded his cheeks as the reality sank in, he was actually doing it, right in front of her, grunting softly around the pacifier.

“Awww!! There we go!!” Valerie giggled, her voice warm with approval but still laced with that unyielding dominance. “You're doing it! You're making poo-poo's!! Ah-ah! Don't look away! Eyes on me. Just like that. Theeere we go!! Good boy! Your first poopy diaper as a grown man!! How's that feel, hmm? Go on! Keep pushing! Get it alllll out into your widdle diapy!! This is how you go potty from now on! Right here on your knees, facing Mommy, filling your diaper while I watch every humiliating second of your face. No more bathrooms, no more dignity. Just warm, squishy messes in your pants whenever nature calls."

Mike let out a higher, mortified whine around the pacifier as another he continued pushing, his cheeks flushing deeper, eyes watering as the diaper grew even heavier, the material rounding out noticeably.

"Just like that, baby! You're doing so well!!" she continued, leaning in closer. "Look at you making biggg boom-booms in your diaper where the little cars go vroom vroom!! Hahaha! Mommy can see that diaper sagging more and more with every little push! Feel that warm mush filling up your seat? Mommy's so proud of you!"

The smell began to drift upward, growing stronger with each passing second.

"Oof!" Valerie wrinkled her nose and wafted a hand in front of her face. "Stinky boy!! Is that you?? Are you the one making all that smell?? You're doing so amazing, sweetheart! Making a big, stinky present for Mommy! That's it. Keep pushing, baby...get it all out! I want that diaper nice and full for your very first time.”

He whimpered helplessly around the pacifier, knees trembling as the diaper sagged lower and lower, the back growing thick and heavy with a final, unmistakable crinkle. The warm, mushy weight settled heavily against him, and the pungent smell became impossible to ignore.

“That’s my good little diaper boy,” she cooed, pinching his crimson cheek, “doing his big stinky business right where he’s supposed to.”

Mike stayed on his knees, breathing shakily around the pacifier, the thick, warm mess squishing with every tiny movement. He didn’t know what was worse: the heavy, squishy feeling or the awful smell now hanging in the air. His face burned with utter shame.

“All done?” Valerie asked cheerfully.

Mike gave a small, defeated nod.

“Say ‘all done!’” she instructed, demonstrating the little hand sign she used when feeding him, raising her hands and twisting them. “Come on! Do the sign like a good baybee!”

Blushing furiously, Mike mimicked the stupid motion back at her with shaky hands while mumbling “aw done” around the pacifier. Nothing like telling your wife that you're done crapping all over yourself.

Valerie clapped her hands rapidly in delight. “Yayy!!! You did it, baby! Your first poopy diaper like the pathetic little boi you are now! And there will be sooo many more just like it in your future! But first…”

She leaned forward and gently plucked the pacifier from his mouth.

“I need to hear you say it,” she said, her voice sweet but commanding. “Tell Mommy exactly what you just did. Use your big-boy words. What happened back there? Be specific and honest about what a messy, stinky baby you’ve become. Make it good if you want any chance of being changed.”

Mike hesitated, another tiny mortified whine escaping him. Fresh waves of embarrassment washed over his face, but her expectant silence pressed down until he finally mumbled, red-faced and defeated, barely above a whisper:

“I… I went p-p-p-poo-poo's, Mommy... I...m-messed myself… ”

“Louder, sweetie. Don’t mumble. Tell me what a stinky little pants-pooper you are now.”

He swallowed hard, tears of humiliation pricking at his eyes. “I pooped my diaper… I went potty in my pants like a stupid baybee. I filled it all up and now it’s all squishy and stinky back there… and...and..." he didn't know what else to say. What words could capture how degraded he felt?

But Valerie nodded, satisfied, her voice steady and final, wrinkling her nose slightly with a knowing smile as the smell lingered. "That’s right. Your first dirty diaper, and far from the last. This is exactly how it goes from now on. No more fighting it. No more big-boy excuses or dignity. When you have to go, you come tell Mommy what you need to do...or you use your diaper right then and there."

She paused, eyes sparkling with mischief. Mike's throat tightened.

“But I’m gonna need you to do one more thing for me before you get changed, mmkay pumpkin?" She let the silence and anticipation hang again, then continued, "Since this is your first one, I need you to really feel it. To get used to it. So I’m gonna need you to sit down on your bum-bum, okay? Can you do that for Mommy?”

Mike’s eyes widened in fresh horror. “Val… please, no,” he whispered, voice cracking, wriggling in the ruined diaper. “It’s already so gross and heavy… Please don’t make me—”

“Awww, poor baby!!" Valerie cooed, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. "Look at you! all teary-eyed and cringing. It’s okay, sweetie. Mommy knows it feels yucky right now. But this is part of it. You wanted to be my little boy in diapers… so now you have to learn what that really means.”

"But can't I just—"

"Do you want to stay in that warm, squishy, stinky diaper even longer?" Valerie snapped, her voice turning firm and sharp. "Because I can leave you like this allll afternoon if you’d rather. Your choice.”

Mike sobbed softly, his shoulders shaking. But she was right, he didn't want to stay in this nasty mess any longer. Defeated, he shook his head ‘no’.

“Then sit,” she said sweetly, but with steel underneath. “Right on your bulgey little bottom. Now.”

The heavy, mushy weight already felt unbearable. Humiliated beyond words, he slowly lowered himself onto the striped rug.

The moment his bottom made contact, the warm mess squished loudly beneath him with a wet, crinkly squelch. The thick load spread out, pressing up and around him in the most degrading way imaginable. He let out a sharp, mortified cry, his whole body cringing from his toes to his spine as the mush molded disgustingly against his skin.

“Therrre we go!!” Valerie cooed, her voice flipping back to that soft, motherly tone. “Hear that squish? Feel how it’s all spreading and smearing inside your diapy? That’s your big stinky poo-poo's, baby! You made that! All of that! Now wriggle for Mommy… bounce up and down. Really feel it squishing everywhere. Good boy.”

Mike whimpered and cried, fresh tears rolling down his burning cheeks as he obeyed. He shifted his weight from side to side, then gave a small, reluctant bounce. The mess squelched loudly again, spreading further and coating him more thoroughly. Another broken sob escaped him.

“Shhh, shhh...that's it. Cry it out, baby. Let it all sink in.” Valerie said, feigning pity while her eyes sparkled with amusement. She reached out and gently stroked his hair. “Such a sad widdle baybee sitting in his own dirty diaper. Does it feel all warm and nasty back there? Does it feel gross? Poor thing… but you’re going to get sooo used to this. I promise! This heavy, stinky, squishy feeling? It's your new normal. No more running to the bathroom like a real grown-up. Just you squatting and pottying in your pampers whenever you need to."

It was his fault. It was all his fault.

He asked for this. He wanted the diapers, he wanted her to take control. But he should have known. He should have thought it all the way through. He just never thought it would lead to...this.

She let him sit there for a long moment, letting the reality sink deep into his bones, before finally standing up from the couch. She held out her hand, smiling down at him with that sweet, knowing smile.

Mommy wants you in diapers. 24/7.

You are always going to have diapers

Never using the toilet ever again

We are not here to impress anyone other than me

Now did you mess your diaper again?

I know you don’t want to change them

I know you like it better when they are full.

So go ahead. Fill your diapers.

Let’s see how much they can hold?

I’m really curious

Image credit My Kinky Pet

Yes it’s a high chair for an adult. An adult baby to be precise. Which is what you are to become

That’s it Baby Rachel, how do you feel about that

Come on eat up all your babyfood !

I'll give you a nappy-check in a minute, Baby Rachel. I think you may have just wet yourself!

Is this embarrassing for you Rachel?

26 years old, & being fed babyfood in a highchair ! Like a baby!

Now now. Don’t be naughty. You need to eat all of this lovely babyfood to grow up big and strong

Oh come on Rachel it’s not that bad. I bet you can barely taste the laxative I added to it

Yes, that's it Baby Rachel, eat up all your baby food

Then you can fill your nappy. I'll give you a nappy-check in a minute. I expect you will have messed your self by then…

Image credit Diapered Online

You know what these little firecrackers are don’t you honey?

Yes that’s right. Your favourite fleet glycerin suppositories. You certainly don’t h resist these for very long do you

It says here they work in around 15 minutes You usually mess your diaper helplessly within 5 don’t you!!

Well I have something here that might help you last a little longer before you pack your pampers

That’s right it’s a soft pink rubber butt plug

Isn’t it cute? It’s going inside your bottom

After I have slipped a couple of those laxative suppositories inside you

That should help you maintain some control over the release of your bowels before you destroy that diaper you are wearing.

Of course the stomach cramps are going to be something special to behold

I’m going to so enjoy this. Shall we time how long you can last? Remember to say pretty please when you are begging me to remove the plug!!

“Honey, are you pooping?”

You grunted again, not in response, but in doing your business. I could already tell this was going to be a doozy, but then you went down into a full squat, and I could tell that you had some real work to do. I continued my work while you were busy pushing, which continued for a few more minutes, including pushes on all fours and grunts on your knees while holding up onto the counter. When you were sure you were finished you stood up gingerly and delicately cupped the mess from the seat of your diaper.

“You get it all out?” I asked, coming over to inspect. You nodded and I grabbed the seat of your diaper and pushed up, spreading the mess into your bottom, getting up on your tippy-toes as I did so. Then I pulled back the waistband of your diaper and checked. Sure enough, you filled that thing. I let go and gave your bottom a few more thuddy smacks.

(ABDL Novella | New Original Release)

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[Full Novel Content Tags: ABDL, Diaper Domination, Regression, Psychological Manipulation and Conditioning, Sexual Humiliation, Degradation and Shame, Messy Diapers, Prolonged Messy Humiliation, Bodily Control and Surveillance, Enforced Dependence, Sexual Denial, Orgasm Control, Forced Chastity Themes, Physical Discipline and Spanking, Public Exposure and Embarrassment]

Excerpt: The Breakfast Enema

(Notice: The following features mature content in an ABDL role-play setting. All characters are over the age of 18. It is entirely fictional and shared for entertainment purposes only.)

The first thing I felt was wetness. Water being squeezed into me, into my behind.

I was groggy and confused.

“Hold still,” my Mommy ordered, pinning my wrists over my head while I felt her squeezing a large rubber bulb into my exposed anus. I realized my diaper had been pulled down just below my butt cheeks. It was early the next morning.

“Hey! What are you—ahhh, what are you—“ I squealed in protest from the incredibly strange and invasive sensation of water being shot up my behind.

Smack!

My cries were answered with a sharp slap to my bottom from my Mommy.

“I said hold still, unless you want a second enema as well right after this one!” she scolded.

I whimpered as I felt my Mommy squeeze the rest of the soapy enema mixture deep into my rectum, making me squirm and whine.

“Every day, you’ll be starting your morning with an enema. If you hold it until after breakfast, you can release it on the potty. If you fail to hold it, and instead use your diaper like the baby you are, you’ll be forced to spend the rest of the morning stewing in your mess,” my Mommy explained.

“I can’t speak enough to how much a daily enema instills remarkably good discipline in a failed potty-trainer. And in any misbehaving little one in general,” I then heard Mrs. Galloway explain to my Mommy from behind her.

Once again, I felt an immediate instinct of panic at being exposed in such a humiliating way to Mrs. Galloway again, but the tight grip my Mommy had on me kept me from going anywhere.

“I’m so grateful you happened to be here when I finally hit the wall with this little brat last night,” my Mommy calmly replied to Mrs. Galloway, as if I wasn’t even there. “Already the supplies and wisdom you’re sharing with me have been invaluable.”

“Oh, please, I’m happy to help,” Mrs. Galloway calmly replied. “I know little Ronald here has been causing you to pull your hair out for months now. I’m just so glad to be helping you take charge again in your relationship. And it just so happens that I have a small lifetime of experience of punishing all sorts of naughty brats in my former career as a specialty nanny.

“Although none quite as big a baby as this one,” they both laughed. “But like I said, I have plenty more supplies where that came from. I just figured I’d bring my enema kit over for you this morning, given all our conversations last night,” Mrs. Galloway explained.

“And I’m so glad you did,” my Mommy replied. “Because you’re absolutely right. The belt can only go so far when it comes to finally putting someone like my naughty Ronald here in his place. We’re gonna have to teach him real humility. If he wants to act like a baby and embarrass me, then we’ll treat him like one all he wants,” my Mommy replied as she finished squeezing off the very last drops of the soapy enema bulb into my bottom.

I immediately wanted to start crying and begging for relief. I couldn’t believe the way they were talking about me, for starters. But far more pressing was how badly I suddenly had to use the toilet!

“Mommy! Please, let me up! I gotta… I gotta…” I started to beg as my Mommy pulled my diaper back up and re-taped it shut.

“You gotta… what? Come with me and Gam-gam to go eat breakfast like a good little boy? Yes, of course you do. That’s what I thought. Because I already said the potty was off limits till after breakfast,” my Mommy said, pulling me to my feet while she and Mrs. Galloway grabbed my arms and started walking me toward the kitchen together.

With every step, I already felt like I was about to explode into my diaper at any moment. By the time we finally reached the kitchen, I was almost relieved to get to sit down and make “holding it” easier by sitting on my bottom.

Of course, my relief was short-lived when I saw a giant plastic highchair in the kitchen full of buckles and restraints.

“Thank goodness I had this number in storage,” Mrs. Galloway explained, helping my Mommy sit me in the adult-sized highchair. “It was donated from a hospital at some point, and now I’m just so grateful it’s getting used.”

Then, when I did get seated, my tummy only started growling and moaning for release even angrier, especially when my Mommy pulled the harness strap over my tummy extra tight.

“Oooooohh,” I bellowed, my stomach ache now feeling unbearable.

“Oh, what a fussy little baby pants we have!” my Mommy teased. “He hasn’t even started eating yet and he’s acting like he’s already full.”

“Don’t let him fool you. He’s gonna whine about every single bite of the baby food mixtures we’re going to force him to eat,” Mrs. Galloway said as she plopped a large bowl of oatmeal and stewed prunes in front of me.

I stared down in disgust, unable to imagine taking a single bite.

“It’s all an act though. We’ll feed him just like a real baby if we have to,” Mrs. Galloway added, suddenly wrapping a bib around my neck and pinching my nose.

Before I even knew what was happening, my Mommy was forcing an extra large spoon of disgusting mush toward my mouth.

“Open up for the airplane!” she said in a sing-song voice, shoving the mixture into my mouth-hole that I was forced to open to breathe.

Both women laughed hysterically as the mash smeared across my lips and chin and down my bib as I choked and failed to swallow the repulsive mixture.

“God, I can’t believe I didn’t see what a baby he was earlier. I mean, look at this! This is just pathetic,” my Mommy cooed, wiping my face with my bib.

“Oh, sometimes it takes finally treating them their age to understand just how immature they really are. Once you see how well a diaper fits them, it’s hard to believe you let them keep soiling their underwear for weeks on end,” Mrs. Galloway commented.

A second bite was shoved into my mouth, this time with me actually managing to swallow some of the putrid mixture, despite my best efforts. Then a third.

Then, as if on cue, I suddenly couldn’t help but lift my bottom as high as I could in my highchair… and explode with a massive poopy mess into my diaper.

Both my Mommy and my new so-called Gam-gam erupted into even more hysterical laughter, making me eat more oatmeal and stewed prunes even faster.

“Oh look, he’s making room for us! What a good baby boy!” Mrs. Galloway joked, peering down the back of my diaper at the big mess I’d just pushed into the rear of my padding.

“Hah! Very funny. But good boys don’t poop their diapers during breakfast. They hold it like a big boy. So someone just earned their first extended session wallowing in their poopy mess,” my Mommy explained.

And as if to punctuate her point, my thighs finally gave out and I dropped back down onto the seat of my poopy diaper mess, immediately making me burst into tears at just how pathetic, gross, and babyish I already had become. Especially with the goopy slop still being forced into my mouth every few seconds, as the two of them made sure I continued gobbling down my disgusting breakfast mush, even in my stinky mess.

“Bad baby!” my Mommy scolded as she continued feeding me. “Bad, stinky baby! You can’t do anything right, can you? Can’t even keep your diaper clean like a big boy for the time it takes to eat breakfast! Naughty, naughty boy!”

“That’s right, Janet, don’t let him manipulate you with his crocodile tears. The moment you let him cry himself out of punishment, you’ll never be in control again,” Gam-gam encouraged my Mommy.

“Oh, don’t worry. I actually like seeing him cry. I like seeing him miserable and suffering like the pathetic little stinky baby he is. Because it’s high time he finally gets what he’s clearly been asking for—being treated the way he behaves,” my Mommy said.

And with that, both women laughed and continued jovially discussing how pathetic I was as they worked to continue forcing down every last bite of the huge disgusting bowl of oatmeal into my mouth while I sat in my first poopy diaper mess of adulthood.

And the worst part was, it was made very clear I now had no expectation of receiving a change anytime soon.

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OMG! What the fuck is that smell?

Turn around. Did you seriously just SHIT your diaper already?

And here I got all dressed up, thinking you were going to act like a man and I would be your girlfriend for the night.

Instead of your mommy.

But between that massive load in your pants and that little wee wee I see poking up in your soggy pampers

It’s obvious that you belong in diapers for the time-being.

So instead of getting to sleep with me.

You get to spend the night stewing and squishing in your poopy diaper like the sissy baby you are

Boy, you really filled that diaper

Hahaha. Ugh! It stinks