“I’m not going to fucking—!”

He yanked on the straps around his wrists and ankles keeping him in place sprawled on the changing table you had set up. It was useless; all the fuss he was putting up, and you know he knew it too. The straps would hold him in place just like they always did until he was forced to give in.

The small distance between you and him closed as you reached over and brought your hand down along the side of his thigh with a loud smack. The padding hugging his butt dampened the blow, brushing against your hand.

“No cussing. You know the rules, honey.” 

You picked up the pacifier from the side of the table and pushed it in his mouth. He struggled, shaking his head side to side and trying to spit it out. Your other hand grabbed one of the straps dangling from the pacifier and reached behind his head. The other flapped down as you secured both ends together.

“There you go, sweetheart.” You brushed your finger against his cheek. “No need for my baby to worry about those big boy words, huh?”

He continued to thrash, moans of protest came from his now occupied mouth. You smiled at the sight. Your heart raced in your chest the more desperate he looked and sounded by the second. Every bit of his body was naked, except for the little bits that were covered by the diaper and only that.

You couldn't help yourself. Your fingers brushed up the inside of his thigh. He twitched and tried to move away from your touch with no success. It was hard to consider all the work you had put into him a success, not yet, but the smooth skin against the palm of your hand reminded you how much the big picture was still closer in sight than before. You inched your hand higher and grabbed the crotch of his diaper. The slight firmness where an otherwise soft little dick should have been, told you everything you needed to know. His hips bucked and shifted, feet tried to kick their way out of their restraints to no avail.

“This is all you need to worry about, honey.” You rubbed his diaper and gave it a few crinkly pats. “All babies need to worry about is going pee-pee in their diapers, right baby boy?”

A whine came from around his pacifier. It bobbed some more in his mouth from him trying to push it out. Still needed to get used to his pacifier too, but that was something you were sneaking in progress here and there. 

“Mommy even helped you out a little already. We put some medicine in your juice so you can go pee-pee easier.” With the other hand still busy hugging his padded crotch, you moved your other hand to rub his bare belly.

A louder groan of protest came from him, he tried to pull away harder, thrusting his hips, practically throwing a little tantrum that you would find a small punishment for to deal with later. His eyes were glossy and watering, but no tears, at least not yet.

“No need to fuss.” You caressed your thumb right along the spot where his happy trail used to be. Every little hair had gotten waxed away a long time ago. Made keeping him clean and diaper changes easier, and besides he didn't need all that hair being such a little baby. 

You gave his belly a few firm pats. “Mommy just wants the best for you, and that means using your diapers whenever you need to and not holding it in. You'll hurt your little bladder if you hold it all in, baby. But sometimes I know that's hard for little babies to remember, especially for you, honey.”

He pressed his eyes closed, his chest was heaving faster than before. The thrashing was coming to a weak stop. You knew he was getting tired from all the struggle he was putting up. Then all of a sudden, a small hitch of his breath left him. You felt a small bit of warmth against the palm of your hand soaking into the crotch of his diaper. But just as quickly as it started, it stopped. He tried to press his thighs together, the muscles tightening to stop anymore from leaking out. Still the straps kept his legs perfectly spread out, leaving him unable too.

You smiled and fondled the padding, giving it a firm squish. You found the small wet spot and pressed in, rubbing it along the head of his cock. He squirmed under your touch. A small pathetic whine left him as tears started to form in his eyes. If only the big strong man you had brought into your home weeks ago could see what he would become in such a short time.

“There you go, honey,” you urged. “Just need to let go and let it all come out.” 

A few tears fell down his face. You watched as the pacifier started a steady rhythm, bobbing in his mouth, and not from him trying to push it out.

“I know you know how to also, baby. I've changed enough wet panties and soaked pull-up’s of yours to argue otherwise.” You eased up your hand on his poor little dick, not wanting to inhibit the inevitable any more than necessary. “This way, it all gets caught and we don't have to worry about a big messy puddle or you leaking all over your shorts.”

His thighs trembled, the muscles along his lower stomach twitched and spasmed the same under your hand. He was close. Just needed a little push to get him there. 

“Aw,” you cooed. You rubbed the twitching muscles along his belly. “Do you need some more help, honey?”

He whined again, trying to fight against the restraints again despite having no more energy to do so.

“It's okay, honey. Mommy will help you.” You moved your hand lower on his stomach, the area firm and distended. You gave a few comforting rubs before applying a firm even pressure down on his bladder.

His cries got louder. The tears picked up as he tried to fight against it.

“Shh, baby, it's okay.” You eased off and then pressed in, digging the ball of your palm down right in the center.

A sharp cry came out of him. Then the padding beneath your hand flooded with warmth. His stream hit the padding with an audible hiss. You loosened your hand, readjusting your grip as he continued to pee with no chance of stopping soon.

He panted, breathing heavy through his nose. The pacifier bounced more quickly in his mouth as all the muscles he had been torturing for the past few hours finally relaxed. The padding quickly grew heavy and sodden, yellow tinged the white padding, the little blue stars decorating his crotch all quickly disappeared. 

You released the pressure on his bladder, and rubbed his stomach. His stream was still going strong, every inch of his diaper being used up to the brink. Then slowly, the hissing died down. You waited till you couldn't hear anything anymore and gave him another minute to catch the rest of the dribbles from his overfilled bladder.

You pressed into his diaper, feeling the warmth and squish from all the pee. Your little boy laid there placidly, spent, tired and panting. You relished in the sight. Usually he would still put up a fight after he had an accident in his panties or leaked through his pull-up's. Your heart raced as he just laid there, tear tracks marking his little cheeks, and his pacifier bouncing contently in his mouth.

You smiled, and then let out an excited gasp. “Did someone go potty in their diaper?” You patted his soaked diaper for extra emphasis.

He sniffled and slowly nodded.

“Let's check, honey.” You slipped your fingers in through the leg holes, the leak guards working overtime to contain the contents of his diaper bursting at the seams. You beamed with excitement and smiled down at your little boy. “Good job, baby!”

You gave his crotch a few more celebratory pats. “That wasn't so bad was it?”

He sniffled some more, his little nose running from all the fuss he put up.

You grabbed the end of his blankie and wiped his nose clean. “There we go, baby. And maybe next time, this will all be easy peasy for you, don't you think?”

You knew the second your little girl's bladder had started to fill up. The once content little girl coloring and watching her cartoons on the floor was now shifting her hips every so often. She'd rock them forward and then move around, changing positions or very subtly grabbing at herself through her pull up.

She had plenty of milk in her bottle that morning along with her breakfast, not to mention the juice you kept topping off every time you notice her sippy cup being anything less than full; every so often making a comment for her to drink and finish what she had because little girls needed to stay hydrated.

Normally you wouldn't have been too adamant on filling her up till she'd burst first thing in the morning. But on any other normal day you little girl wouldn't have insisted on being a big girl and wearing a pull-up instead of her usual diaper, and starting potty training.

It was unexpected, if bordering on what you guessed was the result of one of her other little friends she just had a playdate with who showed off her almost full sticker chart from potty training. Her mommy had praised her for it, especially when the other little girl let her know she needed to use the potty.

Your little one was jealous about it all. Despite how much praise you gave, and reminder that she was a baby and not a big girl like her friend. Still, kids got jealous and threw tantrums over the silliest things sometimes, even when they didn't do anything to help themselves.

The rules of potty training—that you definitely didn't make up on the spot that morning—were: no touching or pulling down the pull-up only mommy can, let mommy know when need to use the potty, small leaks were allowed but anything more than that was a strike, three strikes meant back to diapers, genuine accidents didn't count against her, but a full pull-up or an accident that could have been avoided was an instant back in diapers as well.

Who knew watching Oswald and coloring a picture of a puppy was enough for her to completely disregard everything she was so adamantly for this morning.

You watched her for a few more moments, the shifting getting more frequent and her pacifier bounced faster in her mouth. 

Enough was enough.

“Honey?” You called, getting her attention. “Do you need to go potty?”

She shook her head adamantly, going right back to her coloring and cartoons.

You raised your eyebrows. “Are you sure?” surely she just needed a reminder.

“Mhm!” She bobbed her head not even looking away that time.

You smiled, not buying it one bit. “Okay.”

There was a slight crinkle as she moved her butt around. She squeezed her thighs and then her hand flew to her crotch.

Definitely didn't need to pee. You rolled your eyes. “Remember, no touching your pull-up. And make sure to drink your juice.” You made sure your tone was right so she knew you weren't playing around.

She pulled her hand away from the pink padding and busied herself with removing her paci and downing a few good long seconds of orange juice. She pulled the spout away from between her lips.

“Ah-ah,” you tutted. “Finish up your juice for me, baby. Don't need a dehydrated little girl.”

She seemed hesitant. A small groan came from her as she shifted her hips around again. She started at the remaining juice in her sippy cup before bringing the spout back to her mouth and finishing the rest of it.

“Finished!” She held it out for you to take.

You smiled, putting on a little surprised expression. “Good girl!” You grabbed the cup and made your way to the kitchen. The sippy cup was rinsed out and replaced with water since you had already filled her up with her daily allotted juice.

Her paci was back in her mouth when you walked back, placing her cup beside her for when she needed it again. 

You sat back down and waited. Much to your surprise, most of her squirming had settled down, maybe it had just been a fluke or that sudden urge had disappeared.

Whatever it was, you knew the fresh cup of orange juice she had just downed wasn't gonna go easy on her little sensitive bladder. You often teased to the other mommies how your little girl's bladder was like a sieve; only took moments from the moment when she drank something for the urge to arise. Lucky for you; not so much for her.

And sure enough, not a few minutes later, those little squirming hips started up again. The rocking and grabbing at herself increasingly got more and more desperate over the course of just a couple of minutes. You knew she wasn't gonna last much longer.

“Honey?”

She looked at you, her face clearly showing her desperation now.

“It's been a bit since you used the potty, do you want to try it?”

She frantically shook her head again. “Not finished.” Her paci fell from her lips as she spoke. Her pout at her current predicament looked absolutely cute and kissable, if only you weren't trying to deal with an impending situation.

There was only a bit left of her cartoon. She wouldn't make it the extra few minutes though, not unless you wanted a wet carpet. You sighed and stood up. “You can come back to your show later, let's go use the potty.”

“No.”

You pressed your lips. “Honey—

“I can hold it!” She pleaded, grabbing herself and frantically dancing around.

“I'm not asking, young lady.

“No.”

You put your hand on your hips, biting your words. “Get up.” 

She whined, rocking her hips more. “I can't!” She blurted out. 

“Why not, honey?” You re-softened your voice.

“I have to go.”

You backed down your tone some. “That’s what the pull-up is for, to catch any leaks so you can make it to the potty."

“But I…” She looked away, looking guilty. “I already went…”

You crouched down, and moved her hand away to check her pull-up. Something told you that a quick overhand check in the front would be enough; little did you know how right you were. The pull up was soaked. Seems that fluke from earlier was just her peeing into her pull up enough to ease some of the pressure off her bladder for a few minutes, until it had filled back up again.

“Remember what I said?” You grabbed her chin and forced her eyes to yours. “Little girls using their pull-ups go back in diapers.”

“But mommy—” she whined, grabbing herself harder through her wet pull-up.

You grabbed her arm and gave her a firm tug up. “Up, now.”

“Mommy—” She tried to dead weight herself, looking to throw a tantrum.

You didn't let go, and doubled down instead. “Now or else you're getting a spanking.” 

She whined, rethinking her decisions. She pulled herself the rest of the way up, her hand buried between her legs as hard as she could grab herself. She danced around, bouncing her legs, her face twisted up in agony and desperation.

“Come on.” 

You got behind her, having her walk ahead of you towards the hallway. The damage to the pull up was much more visible from the back now that you were seeing it as well. You patted her soggy bottom as you both rounded the corner and pointed towards the nearest room. “Into the changing room.”

She turned around, a pleading look on her face. “Potty.” She bounced on her feet, pointing to the bathroom that was right across the hall a few doors down.

Oh, now she wanted to use the potty like a big girl.

You shook your head. “Nope. You already made your decision on where you chose to go potty.” You pointed to her changing table. “Up on the table.”

She opened her mouth to protest again only for you to grab the paci clipped on her shirt and shove it back in her mouth. You gave her a push in the right direction and then patted the changing table for good extra measures.

All in one move, she gave herself one final squeeze to her crotch and then let go and climbed up on the table. She whined, trying to adjust herself and feigning from the loss of contact that she wasn't able to get back as long as she was on her changing table. Following her rules, she laid her hands at her side, not touching herself.

You smile at the sight, unclipping her paci. Her shirt that she was wearing, aside from her pull up, was pulled off, leaving her just in her wet pull-up. You pulled her down by her thighs lining her knees up with the end of the table so you could reach her better.

She squirmed as you pulled her thighs apart. You could tell she was contemplating breaking her hands-off rule; her little fingers itching to grab at her crotch and keep her from wetting herself right then and there on the changing table. Nothing that hadn't happened before.

You took your time, nonetheless of the situation. Carefully picking the perfect diaper from the stash, grabbing all the necessary supplies, even making sure to fluff and fold the diaper correctly, taking even a few extra seconds to break up the filling around the middle.

She whined around her pacifier. Her legs kicked as her hips shuffled around. Still her arms remained by her side, grabbing at the table under and onto the small railing around her. 

You straightened out the bottom of the diaper then tapped her thighs. “Up.” 

She looked confused but obeyed.

You didn't bother removing the used pull-up, instead pulled up the front of the diaper and started taping it in place over it.

She groaned and shuffled around some more, knowing what was happening 

“Mommy, I'm still wet.” She slurred around her paci, her speech coming out babbled more than anything.

“That's what happens when baby girls wet themselves.”

You pulled the last top tape in place, sticking your finger around the waist band and the leg holes to make sure you secured it right. The waist band from the pull up was peaking out a little from the diaper, something you did on purpose. Satisfied with your work, you grabbed the supplies you took out for show and put them away, watching as your little girl watched.

She continued to shuffle around, her desperation growing worse and worse. 

You made quick work of putting everything away not wanting to miss when she finally gave in. You turned around, one of her hands was sneaking down to grab her crotch as she gasped.

You walked over and put her hand back down next to her. “No touch.”

“But Mommy—” 

“You're gonna stay there till I let you get up, and that means you need to keep following your rules.”

She nodded and kicked her legs a little. Her squirming and bucking got worse over a minute. Her constant movement turned almost to a small thrash as a small cry escaped her.

You watched, pretending to be fixing the stack of diapers as she finally was forced to give in after so long.

Her breath hitched, she sucked harder on her paci. Her fingers tangled in the sheet below her as you heard a steady hiss start then grow louder and louder. She moaned, moving her hips as the sound kept going. Normally you would see the front of her diaper get wet instantly, but it took a few more moments than normal this time. 

She shifted more. The pull-up waist band slid down beneath the diaper. Then you watched the wet spot slowly grow on the crotch of the pink diaper. Her stream was still going as she whined more. Her hips rocked forward into the air, a small sag of the diaper visible as she plopped her bottom back down on the table.

A few more moments of a steady stream, then it started to die down. The noise disappeared as you waited for the last trickle to leave her bladder. Even as her bladder emptied itself you saw the wet spot on the diaper still steadily growing from the pull up slowly leaking down.

“Look at how wet you are.” You grabbed the front of her diaper. It was warm to the touch, you could feel the bulk of the extra soaked pull-up in there. “This is why we keep little baby girls in diapers, honey, huh? What would have happened if we couldn't have gotten that on you in time?”

“A mess…” 

You squished the front of the diaper around some more, feeling how soaked it had gotten just from the one wetting. “A very very big mess. This is why babies shouldn't try to pretend to be big girls, right honey?”

“No, mommy.” She shook her head.

You let go of her diaper and moved your hand up, rubbing her belly to comfort her. “Now because somebody doesn't know how to not wet their pull-ups, you're gonna stay in that wet pull-up all day long, understand?”

She moaned with a small squirm but nodded.

“And I'll decide when the baby needs her diaper changed because that's what mommies are for.” You patted her tummy, and ran your finger across it, tickling her a little.

A small smile peaked around her pacifier as she mumbled. “Yes, mommy.”

You leaned forward,caressing her cheek with your finger. “Good girl.”