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This is awful. I can’t believe I got tricked into impersonating a toddler. I was with my little cousin waiting for his new babysitter to arrive when he suggested we play a pretending game. He wanted to pretend that he was me and I would pretend to be him. He was pretty insistent and we still had half an hour so I played along. Next thing I know, he’s leading me by the hand to his room and taking one of his nappies out of the pack. I started to protest but I figured no-one else would see me and it couldn’t hurt if it kept him happy.

I laid down and put a nappy on myself and pulled on one of his tops. The next thing I knew, he stuffed a dummy in my mouth and, before I could argue that things were getting out of hand, he ran downstairs and out the front door. I started to chase him only to be stopped by his babysitter coming through the door. She thought I was him! I couldn’t admit that I was a big boy wearing a nappy so I had to go along with it. Now I have to spend the day being treated as a little boy.

What will my Auntie say when she gets home?

Ugh, now I’ve been stuck in front of Disney Junior like some little baby. I need to pretend I’m watching, though, so my babysitter, I mean, my cousin’s babysitter doesn’t suspect anything. She’s taking a call from my Auntie in the next room, telling her not to worry about her “little angel” and that I’m being “good as gold”. This is so embarrassing.

20 minutes later…

Heh, this actually isn’t too bad. Miles From Tomorrow is so cool. I wish I could go into space and have adventures just like him. What’s on next?

30 minutes later…

Uh-oh, is that the door…?  

“Auntie! I’m s-sorry Auntie, it’s n-not what it looks like! No, I don’t want to be treated like a baby, honest!”

Great, now I’m I’m grounded. Every night after school, I have to go round my Auntie’s house and be dressed in nappies as punishment for letting my cousin go off unsupervised. Any slip-up and I have to stand in the naughty corner. Even worse, my cousin’s started potty training and now he’s looks down on me because he thinks he’s a big kid and I’m just a baby. How did I let this happen?

I'm holding his hand and leading him towards the single occupancy bathroom.

"Because," I say, pulling the door shut behind us, "I can't trust you to be all alone out there. What if you wander off?"

"I wouldn't wander off," he says. He hangs our backpack up on the hook.

"Then why couldn't I find you 10 minutes ago in the gallery?"

"Because I wanted to see the landscapes in the next room...oh." His words peter out.

He stands awkwardly in the middle of the bathroom, looking all around. He blinks at the bright ceiling lights and shoots a wary glance at the automatic hand dryer.

"Why do you look like you've never seen a bathroom before? I know you don't use them much these days but you did for years before you met me." I unzip my pants.

"I feel weird. What if someone saw us coming in here? What if there's a family or a disabled person who needs this one?"

"There's three of these on this floor, we're fine. Besides, people come into bathrooms with their caregivers all the time." I add the last part just to make him blush.

"You're not my caregiver in that way," he mumbles and rubs the back of his neck.

I sit on the toilet and start peeing immediately. Sometimes it takes me a minute, especially in public, but not today. We had been wandering the galleries all afternoon and my iced tea from lunch was hitting.

My pee hisses and hits the water with a splash. It feels so good. With every second what felt like a tightly coiled string in my abdomen unravels and looses. My stream maintains strength, I had more in me than I thought. I catch him looking at me intensely. His pupils are wide and his tongue does a few traces around his lips.

"Like what you see?"

He's already red from my ribbing, now the deep blush under his freckles is practically radiating off of him. He ducks his head down, but not at his feet. He's staring at his crotch. There's a slight bulge from his diaper, but nothing someone who wasn't looking for it would clock.

"Wow, seeing me pee really got you that excited?" I toss my damp toilet paper then pull my pants and underwear up in one movement. The automatic flush goes off.

When I'm at the sink my back is to him but I can see him in the reflection of the mirror.

"I thought I was getting hard but..."

"But?"

"I just started peeing. I was turned on watching you pee but I think my body got confused."

When my hands are dry I turn to face him. I need to check him before we leave.

"It seems to do that a lot these days. When everything that comes out goes to the same place it makes sense that the signals aren't so clear anymore."

With his pants at his knees I take my time checking his diaper. He wanted a plain one today, no cute animals or stars or polka dots. The front is swollen, and the once yellow line has faded to a blurry blue. I run a finger along the crease where the elastics meet his inner thighs. Not waterlogged at all. When I push on his hips to get him to turn around I can tell there's plenty of room in the back. We can spare the fuss of a public bathroom change.

"How're the tapes? I know they can get weird from walking around a lot."

He shimmies his hips and thinks for a moment.

"Uhm, I guess they could use a little adjustment."

I grab the baby powder from the backpack and he holds his t-shirt above his belly button so I can adjust the tapes, one set at a time. Thankfully this diaper has the velcro style ones so I can easily tweak them. While the top tapes are undone I shake a couple dashes of baby powder down the front. A mini cloud poofs up then drifts down to dust his pubic hair and penis. I can see it twitch and swell ever so slightly.

"Turned on again? Or gonna pee?" I quickly press the front of the diaper close to him to avoid any untimely sprays.

He just shrugs then shakes his head.

I wash my hands again and make him do it too, just out of principle.

"Ok, well, you're all set. Do you want to go to the gift shop?"

His face brightens, "Really? Even though I wandered?"

"You were still mostly good. You can get something small. No more coffee table books though, we have like 100 already and they're so expensive. Maybe a pin or a magnet."

He felt her fingers slowly close around the back of his hand and pull his hand away from from his face.

“Okay, let’s go find your mommy.” She pulled him by the hand through the party, past people chatting and drinking and he doesn’t know what. It was all a blur right now.

“Do you know where Sheila is? Davie had a little bit of an accident…” He heard his friend’s voice from far away, through the drone of music and the sound of people talking.

“Aww, he did wet himself, didn’t he? I thought she put in him in a diaper tonight.”

“No, he just had a pull-up on when I checked.”

“Oh, really? That’s strange. I thought I remembered her telling me he needed to be diapered if he wanted to drink…”

Soo embarrassing. He tried his best to hide behind his free hand, wishing he could just disappear. It was true that his mommy usually put him in a diaper before they went out…but this time he’d begged for just a pull-up. And, clearly, he hadn’t been able to handle that.

“I want Mommy.” His voice sounded quiet and far-away.

“Oh, oh, don’t worry. We’re going to get you to Mommy. Shh, shh, shh, honey.” She lead him down the hallway and toward the kitchen. As they passed the bathroom, he heard the toilet flush, which made him squirm a little. Oh no…I definitely still need to go a little bit…

“Sheila!” They were finally in the kitchen. He could see his mommy standing by the island in the middle of the room, wine glass in hand, talking to her friends. “Your boyfriend’s having some trouble…”

“Oh, no, sweetheart!” She set the glass down on the counter and hurried over. “Ohh, baby, you couldn’t hold it, could you?”

“I didn’t know it was going to be that much,” he said, shifting from foot to foot.

“Does he need anything?” Oh no. The host was in the kitchen too. Now everyone was looking at him, asking Mommy what they could do.

“Yeah, actually…could we use your bedroom?”

“Of course!!”

Mommy guided him out of the kitchen, hand on his back. The door to the bedroom opened and then shut behind them, latch clicking into place. He wiggled his toes against the soft carpet through his socks. The room smelled like scented candles. There was all kinds of grown-up lady stuff in here, a makeup vanity and books on the bedside table. “I know you, honey. I can tell you need to go more, don’t you?”

“Umm…no, I’m…”

“Come on. Don’t fight tonight. You’re already…well…you already kind of lost the battle, didn’t you?”

“Can we go to the bathroom, please?” He asked as she set her big bag on the floor and opened it. She pulled out a towel and spread it on the bed. “Am I going to get to go in the toilet?” he asked again as she put her hands under his arms and pulled him up onto the bed, sitting him on the towel.

“What does it look like is happening?” she asked, unfastening the buttons of his overalls. “Here, shimmy out of these for me. Ohh, good boy.”

“Um…maybe I’m…maybe I can go to the bathroom after this?”

“Don’t be silly, honey.” She guided his legs out in front of him and gently pushed his shoulders back onto the towel. He lifted up his butt and let her slide his overalls all the way off. She examined the wet spot on them carefully, running her fingers over the fabric. “You leaked a lot, huh?”

“I thought I could hold it, okay? I think I can this time…I just need you to help me up and…”

She set them on the bed next to him. “Look at how you start sucking your thumb as soon as I get you lying down and ready for a change…No, I really don’t think you’re ready for the toilet.”

“You used to let me,” he said, taking his thumb out of his mouth. He haated it when she pointed out how little he was acting. So mean. It made him feel all red and hot in the face, and…

“Hmm,” she said, tapping her fingers against her chin. “If you really hate this so much, what’s going on down here right now?” She smoothed his wet pull-up over his obvious erection.

“Stopppp.” He squirmed on the bed, rocking his hips from side to side.

“Don’t do that and mess up the towel. You are not leaking on someone else’s bed.”

Immediately he stopped rocking. His thumb slipped back into his mouth.

“You’re tired, too, aren’t you? I think we might need to head out soon, huh?” She smoothed his hair away from his face. It was true, he did feel sleepy…and warm…and relaxed. A little dribble of liquid in his pull-up…he stiffened. He could hear the crinkling sound of her fluffing a diaper. And then she was lifting his legs in the air and taking the pull-up off.

“Ohh…” She clucked her tongue. “You leaked a little bit on the towel. I hope that didn’t soak through…” The diaper was under his butt. Soo soft. “See, I told you just a pull-up wasn’t going to work so good.”

“I think I could do it…next time…”

“Uh-huh, that’s right, honey. Never heard that one before.” Now she was sliding on his “just-in-case” pants that she brought everywhere. “Butt up again, okay? There we go. You are being so good for me. Minus your bratty tongue.”

“I’m good! I can be good!”

Thank yooou, and yes I’m always open to OOTD requests 😌 I figured I’d give this one a try first, since little boys are super cute too (and I know y’all probably need to be reminded of that more 😉)…k, so here we go:

Just someone who is okay with diaper peeks, outlines of diapers through clothes, crinkly sounds, leaks, and all that stuff. They just don't care and treat it as completely normal. Maybe they might even let me know if my diaper is showing, if I had a leak, or maybe if they think I'm in need of a change.

Oh, just to be able to have zero care in the world about that stuff while being around someone is an absolute dream 🥹

What would be super cool, tho, is if that friend was also in diapers like me. That way, it's a mutually beneficial friendship!

"Let me check your diaper."

"No, you can't use the toilet that's for big people not little ones like yourself."

"Use your diaper."

You have always known. The quiet tug in your chest when you saw them. The pulse of longing that never faded. The way your mind wrapped around the thought of them even when you tried to let it go. You may have told yourself it was a habit, a fantasy, a quirk of your desires. But it has always been more than that. It has been truth.

Diapers are not something you chose. They are something that has always been part of you. Maybe you hid from it. Maybe you tried to push it away, stuffing it into the corners of your life where no one would see. Maybe you spent years wondering if you could live without them, if you should live without them. But the answer was always waiting in the silence.

There is a reason you feel at home when you wear them. A reason you crave their presence, their thickness, their softness, their security. A reason the thought of being without them stirs something uneasy inside you. Because diapers are not just something you put on. They are something you are.

And yet, for so long, you may have resisted. You may have believed the world’s voice over your own. You may have thought that denying this truth would make it disappear. But truth does not vanish. It lingers. It waits. It returns in dreams, in quiet moments, in the way your body aches for what it has always known. The only question is whether you will accept it.

Acceptance is not about giving in. It is about becoming whole. It is about recognizing that you were never broken, never wrong, never something to be fixed. The world taught you to doubt yourself, to second-guess your desires, to believe that something so deep and undeniable must be unnatural. But the world was wrong. There is nothing more natural than aligning with who you truly are.

Diapers are not just an object. They are identity. They shape the way you move, the way you think, the way you feel safe and seen. They are the rhythm of your body, the embrace of comfort and surrender, the language of something deeper than words.

Because diapers are not separate from you. They are you.

So stop resisting. Stop second-guessing. Stop thinking of this as something outside yourself, something you allow or deny. Take hold of what you have always known. Let it settle into your bones. Let it become as natural as breath, as certain as gravity, as undeniable as your own reflection.

Don't fuss, baby boy. I know sitting in your soggy diaper makes your prince parts grow big and hard. But you can't be trusted long enough for Mommy to touch you like a big boy! You can barely hold it on the changing table.

We can play pretend, though. Mommy can take off her panties and bounce on the cute bulge in your diaper. Of course, your padding is far too thick to feel my pussy, but you've imagined it enough times.

Just knowing your prince parts are so close to Mommy's pussy is going to make you have an accident, isn't it? Aww, that's okay, that's what your diaper is for.

Maybe when you're potty trained - if that's even possible - you can make cummies inside Mommy. For now, you can practice in your diaper. It's hard to imagine my little man being big enough for that. After all, you smell like baby powder and the front of your diaper is wet - and not because of Mommy. But it's precious that you want to try.