🍼✨babygide🍼✨

come here sweetie, Miss E will help you! 😘

awww i know your tummy hurts, but kneel just like Miss E!

holds your hands facing you

that’s it now just relax honey! there’s nothing to worry about, it’s perfect natural for a baby to use their diaper!

gently coaxes you until finally a big toot rips through your diapers and icky messies fill them! i stop break eye contact for a second 😏🤩

such a good baby! soon you’ll be making presents for Miss E with no trouble at all! 🤭😍😂

Messing about in the pool was a big no no for Jackie and when she saw her adult daughters running by the pool she went into mum mode and asked them to walk nicely

her daughters just rolled there eyes and laughed off mums concerns. Well If your going to act like a baby and not listen you’ll be treated like a baby

Taken to the changing room each lady had a turn in time out and a turn being put into a babyish nappy.

The apartment smelled of lavender and baby powder, a scent that had become Mark’s new normal. He sat cross-legged on the living room floor, his chubby fingers clutching a stuffed dinosaur. His onesie, a bright blue with little white clouds, rustled as he wiggled his diapered bottom. The thick padding between his legs crinkled with every movement, a sound that would have embarrassed him but now filled him with a warm, fuzzy comfort.

Jessica, his girlfriend, lounged on the couch, scrolling through her phone. She glanced at him occasionally, a smirk playing on her lips. "Look at you, sweetie," she cooed, reaching down to ruffle his hair. "Such a good little boy."

Mark giggled, his eyes sparkling with childlike joy. He didn’t remember why he was like this, only that it felt right. The world was simpler now. No stress, no responsibilities, just toys and snacks and the occasional warm, tingly feeling in his diaper.

The doorbell rang, and Jessica’s friend Emily let herself in. "Oh my god, Jess, he’s adorable," Emily gushed, dropping her bag by the door and kneeling beside Mark. She pinched his cheek, and he beamed up at her, proud of the praise.

"You’ve done such a good job with him," Emily said, her voice dripping with amusement. "He looks perfect."

Jessica grinned. "He’s a natural. Took to it like he was born for it."

Mark, oblivious to their conversation, reached for a sippy cup on the coffee table. He took a long sip, some of the sweet juice dripping down his chin. Jessica took a bib, and he happily let her tie it around his neck.

As the afternoon wore on, Mark’s diaper grew heavier. He squirmed, his face scrunching up as he tried to ignore the warm, squishy feeling. Jessica noticed immediately.

"Uh-oh, someone needs a change," she teased, nudging Emily. "Think he could stay dry if he wanted?"

Emily laughed. "No way!"

Mark looked up at them, his expression innocent. Then, suddenly, his face lit up. "Boys drool," he announced proudly, his voice high and sing-song, "girls rule!"

Jessica and Emily burst into laughter. Jessica clapped her hands, delighted. "Oh my god!" She scooped Mark into her arms, ignoring his surprised squeal. "Such a good boy!"

Mark giggled, his cheeks flushed with happiness. The praise made his heart swell. He didn’t know why the phrase had popped into his head, only that it made his mommy happy.

Emily grinned. "I think someone deserves a treat for being such a good little boy."

Jessica nodded. "Definitely. But first, let’s get him out of that soggy diaper."

Jessica laid Mark on the changing table in the nursery, his legs kicking happily. Emily stood nearby, watching with amusement as Jessica undid the tapes of his diaper. The scent of baby powder filled the air as she cleaned him up, her touch gentle but firm.

"You’re doing so well, sweetie," Jessica murmured, sprinkling powder onto his skin. "Such a good boy for Mommy."

Mark cooed, his fingers twisting in the soft blanket beneath him. He loved this part, the attention, the care, the way Jessica’s voice made him feel safe.

Emily leaned in, her voice playful. "You know, Jess, I think he’s ready for something a little... thicker next time. Don’t you?"

Jessica smirked. "Oh, absolutely. Maybe even a nighttime diaper. What do you think, Mark? Want to try a nice, crinkly nighttime diaper?"

Mark clapped his hands, his eyes wide with excitement. "Yes, please!"

Jessica laughed, fastening the fresh diaper around his waist. "Such a polite little boy."

After his change, Mark was rewarded with a bottle of warm milk. He curled up on Jessica’s lap, sucking contentedly as she stroked his hair. Emily sat beside them, occasionally reaching over to pinch his cheek or tickle his toes.

"You’re so lucky, Jess," Emily sighed. "He’s perfect."

Jessica smiled down at Mark, her voice soft. "I know. He’s my good boy."

Mark, half-asleep and warm in her arms, murmured against the bottle. "Love you, Mommy."

Jessica’s heart melted. "Love you too, sweetie."

As the sun began to set, Mark’s eyelids grew heavy. Jessica carried him to the crib, tucking him in with his favorite blanket. He snuggled into the soft sheets, his diaper crinkling with every movement.

"Night-night, little one," Jessica whispered, kissing his forehead.

Mark yawned, his voice barely audible. "Night-night, Mommy."

Jessica and Emily stood in the doorway, watching Mark drift off to sleep. Emily shook her head, still grinning. "I can’t believe how well the hypnosis took. He doesn’t even remember being an adult."

Jessica crossed her arms, proud. "Told you it would work. He was always so stressed, so... resistant to letting go. Now look at him. Happy as can be."

Emily chuckled. "So, what’s next for your little boy?"

Jessica’s eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, I’ve got plenty of ideas. Maybe a playdate with some other regressed boys. Or a trip to the park in his stroller."

Emily clapped her hands. "I have to see that."

Jessica grinned. "Oh, you will."

As they turned off the light and closed the door, Mark sighed in his sleep, his diaper crinkling softly. Somewhere in his mind, he knew he was exactly where he was meant to be, safe, loved, and utterly, blissfully little.

I was enjoying how my diaper pats / gentle spanks were making the ruffles blow up and down hehe

The look of uh oh spaghetti oh

The look your older sister gives when she broke the taps of your last nappy. Giving her two choices. Either she walks you out bare bottom on full display. You are legally one years old so who would care if they saw everything

or hold the nappy in place over you privates before you reach the car and then hope it coveres you for the drive home as you sit in the booster seat sucking on your paci

like we have a friend over and my CG is scrambling to get stuff done and comments about how they're gonna need to change me too, but their friend just offers to do it instead. they take my hand as I blush and lay my down on the floor, casually changing me as they chat with my CG.

Diaper Duty

Mia tore another wipe from the pack with an audible snap and muttered another curse under her breath. She pressed the back of her wrist against her nose.

“Ughhh! I cannot believe this is my life right now!” she groaned.

Lily stood a few feet back, arms crossed, grinning with amusement. “I mean…you’re the one that wanted to move back in, remember?”

“Yea well I didn’t volunteer to become the poopy pamper attendant!” Mia shot back, glaring up at her. “Why is this our job? Huh?? Mom’s the one who decided to keep him in diapers…not me.”

Lily shrugged, completely unfazed. “Because it works, that’s why. You know it does. Ever since she started this, there haven’t been any… incidents. No missing panties from the laundry. No messes in the bathroom. No ragers with his buddies. The system works.”

Mia stared at her. “Yeah, but it stinks! I don’t care if the system works, it shouldn’t be my problem at nine in the morning when I’m hungover.” She let out a long groan and reached for another wipe.

“Well maybe…” Lily said sweetly, “…if you hadn’t rolled in at 2:30 smelling like tequila, you’d feel a little more chipper about it…You know the loser always makes his diaper dumps first thing in the morning. Gotta be proactive, girl!”

Mia gave her a flat look. “You’re enjoying this way too much...”

“I am,” Lily admitted, laughing. “Mostly because it’s not my turn!”

Mia peeled the tapes of the diaper open one by one with sharp rips. She pulled the dirty padding open, unleashing a warm, eye-watering wave of stench that hit like a slap. She gagged once, hard, then again, before finally collecting herself and using the front flap of the diaper to scrape away the bulk of the filth in broad, downward sweeps, folding the soiled padding over itself to trap most of it.

“So fucking gross…” she muttered under her breath, unable to actually stifle another gag as she worked.

Lily tilted her head, still grinning. “Oh come on…it’s not that bad!”

Mia gagged lightly again and shot her sister a glare over her shoulder. “You wanna trade?? Be my guest. Here…” She held up a soiled wipe, dangling it like a dirty offering.

Lily took a dramatic step back, hands up. “Nope! Na uh! I didn’t say I was volunteering! Plus, you’re much better at it than me anyway…”

“Yea, well maybe you could use the practice. Mia scoffed, “this isn’t exactly a skill I can put on my resumé…” she gripped her step-brother’s ankles, lifted his legs straight up, knees bent toward his chest, and held him suspended while she wiped. Long, firm strokes from the top of his crack downward, spreading his cheeks wider with her thumbs to get every smeared fold and crease. Each dirty wipe went straight into the open diaper below him. She chased streaks along the inner skin until it was mostly clean, her face twisted in disgust the whole time.

She paused, tilting her head to get a better look at his bottom. The skin was bright, angry red, raw-looking, mottled with faint welts that hadn’t quite faded.

“Wait…why is his ass so red? He wasn’t in that dirty diaper long enough to get a rash.”

Lily’s smirk turned sharp and knowing. “Oh, Mom lit his ass up last night! I thought she was never gonna stop. Surprised you didn’t hear his wails over the music at the bar.”

Mia let out a low, incredulous whistle, shaking her head. “Jesus. No wonder he’s quiet this morning...what did he do?”

Lily shrugged, “I dunno? Probably touching his diaper without permission, or playing with his pecker again. Or hell, maybe it was just ‘because’. I don’t remember, but honestly: who cares?”

They both giggled at that. But when Mia finally lowered his legs back to the mat, they gasped simultaneously.

“Oh my god!” Lily exclaimed, “look! He’s hard!”

His penis was standing straight up, throbbing and twitching and leaking little drops of pre-cum.

“Ewww!! Gross!” Mia barked, smacking the inside of his thighs reprimandedly, “We’re your step-sisters!! And we’re changing your dirty diaper, you fucking freak!”

He didn’t respond. Just whimpered and stared at the ceiling, cheeks flaming, breathing shallow.

Lily leaned in for a better look. “I still can’t get over how fucking tiny it is!” She snorted. “Pathetic.”

Mia shook her head, still holding his gaze like she couldn’t believe it. “Seriously? This is what gets you going? Us wiping your ass like a tottler?”

Lily handed her a fresh, crinkly diaper. The one with little cartoon rockets, and held his legs up so Mia could slide it underneath him. She grabbed the powder bottle and puffed several thick clouds over his groin and bottom, the white dust settling on the stiff shaft and freshly cleaned skin. She rubbed it in briskly, clinical, no-nonsense.

“If you fucking cum right now, I swear to God…” Mia muttered under her breath as she pulled the front up snug over his hard-on, adjusting the padding so it sat flat without gaps, and taped it closed: bottom tapes angled up for a secure seal, top ones pulled tight. She gave the front a firm, dismissive pat.

“There! Baybee brudder all padded up!” Mia mocked in babytalk.

Lily watched the whole thing, still smirking. “You know…there are fetish sites full of people who’d pay good money to watch this. If we’re gonna change filthy diapers every morning, might as well video it, make him do some embarrassing poses or whatever, and turn it into a side hustle. Extra cash for our trouble.”

“I’ll let you handle that.” Mia scoffed, rolling her eyes, balling the soiled diaper with all the wipes inside and tossing it into the pail with a thud. “You’re disgusting.” She spat at him as she stood, rubbing her temples. “I need a shower. And you’re feeding him this morning.”

Lily’s grin dimmed for half a second, then she shrugged. “Fine. Lesser of two evils.” She looked down at him on the mat, voice syrupy-sweet and mocking. “Come on, diaper dork. Crawl to your high chair for num nums.”

Mia flipped Lily off as she headed for the door. “Enjoy your breakfast shift, asshole.”

“Love you too,” Lily called back, nudging him gently with her foot. “Let’s go, big boi. Sissee’s got oatmeal and a bib waiting!”

"You will wear diapers full-time...."

No "If's", "and's", or "but's"

i had a messy accident in my training pants!🙊