Jadey🍼

You had been un-pottytrained for so long, you don't even know when your diaper is full.

just squatting and going wherever you are🤤

squishing around in your used pampers because it feels good😌

Running away from Mommy when she wants to change you...Not wanting it to end 😯

You don't know why the grownups check it all the time... Or why you need to be changed.

You don't even know that your diaper is messy, or notice the smell. It's just part of your life.

"Oh, let’s not worry about finding a bathroom today, okay? Just relax, and we’ll take care of you later.”

“It’s a long car ride, so I think it’s best we make sure you’re extra protected today.”

“Nobody’s gonna notice. I mean... Daddy can hear you crinkle when you walk, but I’m *sure* nobody else can tell." "It's not obvious. They'll just think your butt looks cute. They're not gonna guess that you're still in diapers at your age."

“Let’s get ready to go. Can you bring your daytime bag in the car for Daddy?”

“Yes, honey, we do need to pack your changing pad this time. There probably isn’t gonna be a family restroom with a changing table big enough for you...”

"Make sure to tell me if you feel wet down there, sweetheart. Otherwise, I’m gonna have to pull you aside in front of your friends, and you’re not gonna like that.”

“She’s been having a lot of issues lately… yes, all the time now. We’re just trying to make sure she’s comfortable.”

“Honey, come here… you’re looking a little squirmy. Is there something you need to tell me?"

“Do you have a quiet room somewhere where I could take care of her? We’ll just be a minute.”

“Oh - do you think I could borrow some wet wipes? We just ran out.”

"Sweetheart, could you come with me to your friend Katie's bedroom for a minute? I just need your help with something real quick."

"She'll be right back."

“Oh baby... you’re soaked! Why didn’t you tell me? Did you know you had an accident?”

“Do you want to be a big girl for Daddy? You do? Good girl. You need to stop fussing and hold still so we can get you changed.”

“Yes, I know you don’t want to smell like baby powder in front of your friends. But we don’t want you to get a rash...”

"It’s so much easier now that you don’t have to worry about the bathroom, isn’t it?"

"I had to explain to the hotel staff why we needed the mattress protector. They were super understanding, though…”

“It’s okay... No one expects you to stay dry at night, sweetie. You haven’t had a dry morning in months.”

“Let’s put a towel down under you for the movie… just in case."

“Can I borrow her for a minute?”

“Let’s get your shirt tucked in back there. You were sticking out of your pants a little bit.”

"Maybe we should try a onesie for you when we get back home, huh? We could button you up, so you don't keep accidentally... showing off. Would you like that?"

"Hold still please. I need to check your diaper. It’s gonna be a lot quicker if you stop squirming.”

“Now. Come here. We need to get you ready for nighttime. I don't want any arguments.”

"Aww, you want to try to use the potty tomorrow? How about we try that another day? We’re not ready for potty training with you right now."

They see the need in your eyes before you say a word. Mama catches the way you fidget during dinner, how you squirm in your seat, paci between your lips, barely able to keep still. Daddy watches the way your diaper puffs out beneath your dress, the way your thighs press together under the table.

"You've been a wriggly little thing all night," Daddy says, tapping his fork to his plate.

"She's dripping," Mama adds with a laugh. "Bet if I touched her now, it'd be soaked through."

You whine, cheeks burning, shrinking in your seat… but you don't deny it.

So they bring you to the nursery. Lay you on the padded mat with soft lighting and quiet music playing. You know what's coming. Your heart races with it. "Off with the dress," Mama says sweetly. "You don't need anything on but your diaper and that pretty, flushed face." You do as you're told. Trembling. Diaper thick and warm between your legs. Then Mama sits in the rocking chair and opens her robe. Her breasts are full, heavy, soft… and she pats her lap.

"Come nurse, baby. While Daddy reminds you what a silly little mess you are." You climb into her arms, curling small against her chest. As soon as her nipple touches your lips, your body melts. Her milk is warm, familiar, and dizzying. Your diaper crinkles as you shift, your hips moving without thought.

Daddy kneels beside you. He slips his fingers between your legs and presses, slow and teasing. "There she is," he murmurs. "Our dumb, twitchy girl."

"She forgets everything when she suckles," Mama hums. "Even how to use her big girl words." They both watch you… squirming, sucking, moaning around Mama's nipple while Daddy toys with you through the padded heat. He never gives you enough. Just enough to make your back arch, your toes curl, your eyes flutter. You let out a high-pitched sound and they laugh softly. "Oh, look at her. She's gone," Mama says. "Not a thought left."

"She's leaking," Daddy says. "Feel that? She's not gonna last long." You want to say something. To beg. But your mouth is full. Your brain is milk-drunk. And your body is too far gone… helpless in their hands, just like they like you.

Then Daddy unfastens your diaper.

And you gasp.

"Shhh," Mama says, pulling you tighter. "Let Daddy see all of you, baby. He's going to tease until you cry." And he does. Feather-light touches. Wet circles.

Praise that burns:

"Look at you."

"Such a needy little thing."

"You don't even know where you end and our hands begin."

You come undone on Mama's chest, sobbing through a mouthful of her milk, your body jerking in Daddy's hands. And they coo. They giggle. They kiss your temples and tell you what a perfect mess you are. Then they wipe you down. Re-diaper you. Feed you the rest of your bottle.

Enjoy this one, ladies and gentlemen. It's my best work yet.

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Audrey sat there in a thick white diaper that hugged her hips. Between her legs, through the thickness of the padding, she could barely feel the stuffed pink unicorn she was desperately humping away at.

She couldn’t believe what she was doing.

“Please, oh my god,” she thought. “Please, just cum! Please, just cum!”

She continued grinding, now even harder. She moved her body like a dancer on a pole. But no matter how much she tried, the thickness of the padding between her legs refused to let her feel more than just enough to edge herself senseless.

She stared down at her hands. They were bound in pink mitten restraints with chains stemming from them that found themselves hooked to two studs on opposite walls. No matter how hard she pulled, she could not force her hands to reach her diaper. No matter how desperate she was to touch her pussy, or even just to rub the front of her diaper, her bindings made it impossible. All she had to satisfy herself with was the stupid pink unicorn, big enough that it was practically the same size as her. As she whined, she looked back at how she found herself in such a predicament, and felt the tears welling up beneath her eyes.

Just a week ago, she had been an ordinary 22-year-old girl, with ordinary aspirations and—seemingly—an even more ordinary boyfriend, who never in a million years would have ever dreamed of forcing her into such a position. Sure, Jason could be eccentric, but he wasn’t a freak. At least, that’s what she thought. Now, she wasn’t so sure.

It all started one night after she and Jason had gone to a party at his friend Jessica’s house. She’d had—maybe—a bit too much to drink. But come on, what recent college graduate doesn’t let loose from time to time? Surely it was nothing she deserved to be punished for. So what if she made a fool of herself and flirted with a bunch of the guys? It wasn’t like she was going to do anything with them. She would never dream of cheating on Jason. They’d been dating for several months now, and he was always such a gentleman. A prince, really. Besides, drunk flirting didn’t even count!

And sure. When she and Jason finally went to bed that night, she tried to force herself on him like a sloppy drunk slut, but he told her no and that was that. Or at least, it would have been, had she not woken the next morning only to find herself laying in drenched sheets.

Immediately, she started to panic. Jason wasn’t awake yet, and she had to find a way to pin this on him. She hadn’t wet the bed since she was a kid, and the last time it happened, it was at a sleepover and her friend’s mom yelled at her while all the other girls laughed and teased. Even the memory of it made her shiver. There was no way she was living through anything like that again.

She looked down, and sure enough, the whole bed was soaked, even Jason’s side of it. But when she looked at his underwear, there were no stains anywhere on the front. It was obvious it hadn’t been him who’d pissed themselves, and there was no way she could play it off, not unless she did something drastic. That’s when she felt the faintest tingle in her bladder and realized she still had to pee. She maneuvered herself on top of Jason’s body, hovering over him just enough to not wake him. He was always such a deep sleeper. Before she let loose, she asked herself if she was really going to do this, but she steadied her resolve and told herself there was no other way.

At first, she let out a small trickle, but something gave way, and before she knew it, she was letting out a steady stream of hot piss into her already soaked panties, which did nothing to absorb the mess she was making. Like a little girl who’d held it too long, she lost control of herself and pissed all over Jason’s lap, her hot piss slicing through the chill of the night and even letting off a bit of steam as it pooled beneath her. She felt him stir awake and wanted to start sobbing.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He shouted as he pulled back and slammed his back into the headboard of the bed.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! It’s just… I wet the bed, and I didn’t want you to know, so I thought if I made it seem like you did it you wouldn’t be mad, but I didn’t mean to wake you, and oh God, I just-”

Jason placed his open hand over her mouth, covering it and leaving no room for anything more than little moans and whines to slip through. “So let me see if I’m understanding this correctly,” he said with a tone that reminded her of a parent scolding their toddler. “You made a fool of yourself last night, embarrassed me in front of Jess and all of my friends? And then you pissed yourself after getting shit-faced drunk, and thought you’d blame it on me?”

He left his question open-ended, as if waiting for confirmation. All Audrey could do was nod. Her face felt hot from behind his firm grip over her mouth, and she wasn’t sure if it was her cheeks flushing with embarrassment, or if he was grabbing her so tight he was cutting off blood circulation.

Without another word, Jason stood up from the bed, now covered in his girlfriend’s pee. He looked ashamed of her. Ashamed to be with her. Ashamed to even know her. She tried to apologize again, realizing how stupid and short-sighted her actions had been, but the words wouldn’t leave her lips. She sat there on the bed in a puddle of her own making, averting her eyes from her boyfriend. She imagined she looked like a sad puppy who’d pissed in its owner’s lap, and hated herself for how apt the comparison was.

Jason quickly changed out of his clothes and hopped in the shower. “Don’t move,” he said before he left the room. Audrey did as she was told. She didn’t want to anger him any further. Once he was done with his shower, he got dressed in a simple long-sleeve shirt and jeans and reached for his keys.

“No!” Audrey shouted. “Please! I’m so sorry! I’ll never do anything like this again, just please don’t leave me! God I’m so fucking sorry…”

Jason sighed. “I’m not leaving you. I’m running to the store. I’ll be back in a bit. Clean up the sheets and yourself while I’m gone. The shower’s free.”

Once again, Audrey did as she was told. Once he left, grabbing his coat on the way out, Audrey got to work stripping the sheets off the bed. She even poured baking soda onto the mattress, remembering that her friend’s mom had done that after the sleepover. She threw the sheets in the wash before hopping into the shower. In there, she took a few moments to decompress. She wasn’t sure what she’d been thinking. She’d been acting like a total bimbo, even more so than usual. She was so lucky to have Jason. Any other man would have stomped out of there and out of her life, but he was different. He probably just needed some time to himself after the stupid shit she pulled, and she couldn’t blame him.

She finished up in the shower and hopped out once she felt all clean. About an hour had passed and Jason still wasn’t back yet. She grew worried he’d lied to her, and that he really wasn’t returning after all. Her apartment was still chilly, so she pulled on some thicker pajamas and made herself a mug of hot chocolate to warm up. After about fifteen more minutes, she heard Jason fumbling with his keys at the door, and soon enough, he returned to her, now with packages beneath his arms.

Any semblance of confidence she’d built up in his absence vanished the moment he returned. She felt her face grow hot again, and once more she averted her gaze. He placed the packages down and walked over to her on the couch, where he sat down beside her. Silence filled the air as neither of them uttered a word. Audrey stole a few quick glances at Jason’s eyes, seeing that they were transfixed on the wall in front of him. Finally, she broke the silence.

“I really am sorry…”

“It’s okay. Really, it is. I just don’t know what the Hell you were thinking, pulling something like that.”

“I honestly don’t know. I just… I had this memory, of this one time I wet the bed at a sleepover. I got yelled at, and I felt so embarrassed, and afterward the teasing got so bad that I had to change schools…” She let the silence linger in the air a bit longer. “I’ve never told anybody that before.”

“I understand. You were embarrassed. But still, you shouldn’t have done what you did.”

“I know.” She paused for some time. “Listen, I’ll understand, if you never want to see me again-”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Jason cut her off. “I didn’t just go shopping to never see you again.”

“What did you buy anyway?” Audrey looked over at the large bags sitting on the countertop. She couldn’t make out what was in them.

“That’s a surprise. Here.”

Jason grabbed Audrey’s almost-finished mug of hot chocolate and took it into the kitchen. On his way out, he said, “I’ll make you another.” Audrey smiled to herself. Sure, what she said had technically been true. The teasing really had gotten bad enough to where she demanded her mother allow her to change schools. But she hardly thought about those days anymore. She was still in elementary school, and it wasn’t like she had any real trauma from it. Still, to Audrey’s mind, a good lie was always rooted in a half-truth. And if playing up her “trauma” helped her get away with the sheer stupidity of her decision, she had no qualms about playing the sympathy card. She was so good at it, after all. Why let such a talent go to waste?

Jason came back a few minutes later with a fresh mug of hot chocolate in hand. He gave it to her, and she smiled at him. She blew on it to chill the heat a bit, then took a deep, long sip. Her drinks always tasted so much better when Jason made them. Jason put his arm around her, and the two enjoyed each other’s company and chatted while she finished her drink. Jason was a gentleman and quickly let the subject change. They put the past behind them, and Audrey was quite glad for it.

After finishing her last sip, Audrey held out her mug and said, “May I have another,” with her most adorable, puckered-lipped smile.

Jason smiled back at her, a hint of a wicked grin curling at the edge of his lips. “Sure, hun,” he said before standing up to grab her some more. As she watched him leave the room, something suddenly felt very wrong. With each step he took, his body wobbled, and at first she thought it was him stumbling. She wanted to tell him to be careful, afraid he would fall. But she found the words wouldn’t come to her, as if her voice found itself stuck in her throat.

By the time Jason returned to her, the whole world was spinning and it took everything within her power to keep herself from fainting. Jason returned with another mug, which he gently blew on before pouring its contents down her throat. She tried to stop him, but found her arms too heavy to even lift in protest. “Drink up, sweetie,” he said, no longer hiding his devilish smirk. That was the last thing she remembered before everything faded to black.

Once, in a daze, she came to for a brief moment, only to see Jason with a hammer in hand, hitting a stud into her bedroom wall. She wanted to ask him what happened, but before she could form enough energy to make her lips move, her vision faded from her again.

By the time she fully rose from her dazed state, both studs were firmly in the wall, and she found herself bound in her current position, with a stuffed pink unicorn between her thickly padded thighs. Her first instinct was to panic. There was a pacifier in her mouth, strapped there with a gag, but she managed to breathe through it, even while she was hyperventilating. She struggled and tried to free her arms, first from the restraints. Then, realizing that wouldn’t work, she tugged on the chains as hard as she could to try to pull the studs from the walls. But she was so week, they hardly moved a fraction of an inch. On her best day, she was no athlete. Sure, she was fit, but in a toned sort of way. She was no bodybuilder. And at a mere five feet tall, there was no way she could garner enough leverage to force the studs from their post.

Audrey tried to remain calm. She forced herself to slow her breathing, steadying her pace in and out. Once she had calmed enough, she took a moment to observe her surroundings. She was definitely in her own bedroom. But certain things were different. Her windows now had blackout curtains over them, which were pulled tightly closed. And the bed she sat upon had not just a sheet atop it once again, but a plastic padded sheet. On her shelves, there stood several packs of adult diapers, but they weren’t like what she’d seen her grandmother wear. No, these were much thicker, and they featured babyish designs to match her childish state.

Then, of course, there was the diaper she was wearing. Thick and poofy, so much so that it overpowered all other senses. Each time she swayed her hips, she felt her pussy brush against the padding and it sent shivers down her spine. Besides the diaper, there was the pacifier gag, but also a bib tied around her neck which caught the stray drools that dripped from her mouth. And Jason was nowhere to be seen. All at once, it hit her. He’d drugged her, the piece of shit. He must have roofied her or some shit. A building, furious rage bubbled behind her skin, wanting to burst out.

She did her best to make as much noise as possible. She tried to scream, though it was more like a muffled howl. But it was enough to get her boyfriend’s attention, as soon enough, the door to the bedroom opened, and he emerged with that same shit-eating grin.

“Enjoying yourself, honey?” Audrey tried to speak, but once again, mere mumbles came out. “Oh, here, let me get that for you.” Jason proceeded toward her and went to undo her pacifier gag. She geared up to scream the moment it dropped, but before he finished unclasping it, he looked her dead in the eyes and said, “Scream, and I’ll beat you unconscious.” That warning was enough to deter her.

With the gag loosened, she spat it from her mouth. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” She chirped at him.

“A lot of things, probably,” he said almost nonchalantly.

“What is this? Some kind of fucking prank? Ha-ha, very funny, now let me out!”

“I’m afraid it’s not a prank, kiddo. You’re going to be my helpless little pet from now on.”

“I don’t believe this, what are you, a fucking psycho? Is this some fetish shit? When I get out of here, they’re going to put you away for fucking decades.”

“You’re never getting out of here, little girl. Come on, Audrey. I know you. I’m the only person you even talk to. You hate your parents. You think they’re gonna care if they don’t hear from you? Friends? What friends? Those fake sorority bitches who just graduated and are getting their backs blown out one last time at a frat party like you wanted last night? No one is ever going to find you. You’re going to stay here and be a good little girl for me. Is that understood?”

His words rang true to her. She knew she’d alienated the only people in her life who’d ever actually cared about her. She’d surrounded herself with plastic people to compliment the plastic facade she’d put on. Jason was her one true companion, the only person she’d ever confided in at all, even if it was mostly hollow.

“If you think I’m just gonna let you do this to me, you’re mistaken,” she said with venom on her tongue. “I’ll get out of these restraints. I’ll scream, even if you hit me. I’m gonna see you rot for this.”

“Choice words,” he said, seemingly unphased. He leaned one knee onto the bed and reached between her legs, placing his hand firm against her diaper as he took his other hand and forced the pacifier back into her mouth. She tried to pull back, but he held it there, almost choking her with it. He rubbed the thick padding over her pussy with such force that it felt like tripping ecstasy. With each movement of his hand, each vibration of the padding as it rubbed against her, she felt something she couldn’t quite place. It was almost like a falling sensation. As if she’d been on the edge of a cliff, only for him to send her tumbling over. Now, she was free falling. And the further she fell from the safety of ground, the more she felt as if she were floating amongst the clouds. Falling, but falling higher. Ascending into something greater than ecstasy.

Before long, without even realizing it, she’d began grinding her hips and humping away in unison with his touch. “Good girl,” he said to her, and she drooled at the words. “You see, Audrey, I’ve had this planned for quite awhile. I’ve been dating a sociopath for months. And the only way to beat a sociopath is at her own game. So I stopped trying to win you over with kindness and sincerity. Drugs seem to work better anyway. And I’ve always had this feeling, like what you really need is someone to put you in your place. Someone to remind you how small and insignificant you really are. So that’s what I’m going to do.”

Audrey moaned. She tried to speak, but the pacifier made it difficult. Still, she moaned more, until Jason got the clue and took it out once again. But he didn’t stop rubbing over her diaper. Between gasps for air and moans of pleasure, she blurted out “What do you mean… you planned this… how…”

Jason smiled. “Aww, what, the dumb little girl can’t figure it out?” Now, Jason stopped rubbing against her pussy, just when he’d built her up nearly to the point of no return. She slumped forward, at once grateful that he stopped and yet yearning for more, and hating herself for it. Jason pulled her closer, so that he was whispering in her ear. “I laced the drinks, that night at the party,” he said, barely loud enough for her to hear, even so close.

When the words left his mouth, a sinking sensation washed over her. “You… no, you didn’t…”

“I did,” he laughed. “Well, more like ‘we’ did.” He stood up and opened the door. “Hey Jess, come on in,” he shouted out into the living room. A few seconds later, and Jess was before the both of them, with her luscious red hair curling over the front of her shoulders.

“Aww, our little girl isn’t putting up too much of a fuss, is she honey?” Jess cooed.

“What the fuck is this?” Suddenly, all the rage that had left Audrey’s mind swarmed back to her and fueled her hotter this time, ready to boil over.

Jason pulled Jessica close to him, leaning her body against his, and kissed her deeply, with passion Audrey longed for. They made out in front of her for several minutes, all while Audrey stood there stunned. When they were finished, they both turned their attention toward her.

“Jess and I came up with this little plan together. We thought it would be so much fun putting you in your place.”

“But why her?” Audrey exclaimed. “I’m way hotter than her! And I give way better head! Jess has blown half the guys in every class we’ve ever shared!”

“That right there,” Jessica said. “That sense of entitlement, of superiority. That’s what made it so tantalizing to knock you down several pegs.” She walked over to Audrey and grabbed her cheeks with one hand, pulling her close. “You’re going to behave yourself, do you understand me? You’re going to be a good girl for Mommy. And if you behave like the good little angel I know you can be, Mommy and Daddy will make sure to reward you.” Jessica leaned in and kissed Audrey with the same passion she’d just shared with Jason, and try as she might to ignore it, Audrey felt her pussy grow wetter than it ever had.

“Look at her, hun,” Jason said. “She’s getting off on this already. We haven’t even had to train her.”

Jessica pulled back and wiped her lips, leaving a lipstick stain on Audrey’s. She held out her hand and Jason plopped the pacifier gag into it. Jessica took it and placed it in Audrey’s still-hanging-open mouth as she tried to catch her breath. She clasped it in place and gave her one final kiss, this time on the pacifier itself. “There’s Momma’s good girl,” she said. “Now, Mommy and Daddy are gonna go fuck in the other room. Be a good girl for us and play with your toy.”

Those were the last words the three of them had exchanged. Jason and Jessica left, hand in hand, and closed the door behind them. Audrey was left confused as to what toy Jessica could have possibly meant. Several minutes later, she heard Jason and Jessica moaning from the other side of the door, enjoying each other’s bodies while she was stuck there in a thick diaper, wet from how turned on she’d become.

What’s more, again, she had to pee. Audrey held it for as long as she could. Minutes passed, at least she thought. To her, they felt like agonizing hours, but Jason had never lasted that long in bed. Surely there was no way he and Jessica had been going at it for more than mere minutes, but their moans still penetrated the door. Audrey’s bladder grew tighter and tighter, until it was about ready to burst. Then, with a whine through her pacifier gag, she couldn’t hold it anymore, and let herself flood her diaper. The diaper drank up all her pee, soaking it in and growing even thicker with each drop. The moment she released, Audrey could no longer ignore the other sensation she was feeling.

She was so horny. Hornier than she’d ever been in her entire life, and she felt disgusted with herself for it. But the more disgusted with herself she grew, the more turned on she became as well. Jessica’s words lingered through her mind on repeat. “Play with your toy,” she’d said. “Play with your toy.” Audrey was helpless with her arms and hands bound. Even if she could find a toy to play with, there was no way she could. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn’t reach the front of her diaper to play with herself the way Jason did. That’s when she looked down and remembered the stuffed unicorn. That was what Jessica meant.

It took several minutes to build up the courage to start humping. The whole time, Audrey tried to convince herself she didn’t really want this, that she wasn’t enjoying it, getting off to it. That it was all just a crazy bad fever dream. But Jason and Jessica’s moans grew louder and louder until they began to echo in Audrey’s head, and finally, she could no longer contain herself. She started humping, and each thrust sent euphoria like she’d never felt coursing through her body. She humped for several minutes, in unison with each of Jessica’s moans. She kept going, more and more, building to a crescendo that stood laying in wait.

She humped and humped, grew closer and closer. But no matter how hard she tried, no matter how close she got, she just couldn’t cum. She got so close to the edge again, wanting to desperately to topple over it. But she couldn’t throw herself off the ledge. Instead, she stayed at the top, inching ever forward, but never to any release. She let out the loudest whine she could muster.

“Please, oh my god,” she thought, again. “Please, just cum! Please, just cum! Please please please just cum!”

A sequel to The Succubus.

***

“Good morning, little cucky,” the monster cooed, peering over the bars of the crib. “Happy Valentine’s Day! Could you hear the grown-ups having their fun earlier, sweetie? I hope we didn’t wake you…”

Debbie glowered at her, all too aware of how ridiculous she must look trying to be intimidating with a pacifier bobbing in her mouth, lying at the bottom of an oversized crib beneath a set of Disney princess bedsheets. Her eyes were red, and there were tears drying on her cheeks as well. She had indeed woken up to the loud sounds of lovemaking coming from her former bedroom.

The Succubus laughed. “Oh dear! Someone’s a very grumpy girl today! Looks like we did wake you after all, huh? I guess you’ll just have to have an extra-long nap this afternoon to make up for it. But right now it’s time to get you up and dressed, little one!” She flung back the princess covers to reveal Debbie’s body, nude but for the thick disposable diaper around her waist.

Debbie slipped out of her crib, her nappy sagging heavily between her legs as she got to her feet. Her bottom lip trembled behind her soother. She’d woken up wet again.

So when only a few hours later you can see how heavy it looks. You can guess I'm not the only one responsibly for how it's nearly bursting at the seems.

So you take pity and take me and take me to change. I thank you cos it was getting hard to walk and super embarrassing.

You shush me, pull me close, only to sneakily pull my padding out and relive yourself I to my fresh diaper.

I whimper and shake feeling your warmth spread and you simply look up once you're done at my red face and tell me

Every time I turn my back, I spin back around to find you grinding your soggy little bum on something different. Stuffies, furniture, other littles, my leg--nothing was safe from my adorable little gooner.

That's not to say I didn't try to stop you. Little ones typically aren't allowed big kid playtime whenever they want in Papa's Nursery, after all. However, you wouldn't be deterred.

No matter how thick the diapers, how embarrassing the mittens, or how tight the chastity device, it would only take minutes before I found you rubbing your no-no bits on your next unwitting victim.

So, after weeks of experimentation, I decided I only had one choice to break this behavior: Give you exactly what you want over and over and over again until you couldn't take it anymore.

That's how you found yourself tied to the changing table, legs spread wide, only a thin, soggy pull-up strapped between your legs. I stood over you, vibrating wand in hand, smiling before pressing it hard into you crotch.

You came. And came again. And again.

Each time, you looked up at me with wide, pleading eyes, and begged for more. After 12 orgasms, I knew I had met my match.

So, now, instead of fighting you, I've embraced your little eccentricity. You no longer spend your days grinding on anything you can. You don't need to.

Instead, your icky little holes are constantly stimulated, just like you want. You spend your does drooling, bouncing in place, and babbling, in a constant state of over-stiumlation.

And, while that may be torture for another little, it has made you my most adorable, compliant little baby. Papa couldn't be happier with how this all turned out.

How things change. It wasn't long ago that reaching between your legs and grabbing a handful of your crotch would have had a totally different meaning. They'd get a feel of your arousal, your package bulging with growing excitement. It wouldn't be long until you'd be sprung free and expected to use your excitement, probing, and freely penetrating.

Your eyes are rolling back in your head.

You're letting out a sigh of indignation.

But, despite your petulant little show, you know better than to disobey me. You stand in place, obediently sticking your cute little tushy ever so slightly out as I tug back the elastic waistband of your diaper.

You're certain this is ridiculous. It's unnecessary. You're a big girl. You'd know if you messed yourself.

However, as I click my tongue in disappointment and press the warm, soft mess into you with the palm of my hand, your indignation fades. It's replaced with a deep blush of shame and wave of confusion.

The transformation is sudden, and I love it.

while we’re out and about they come up behind me and pull down my shirt, making sure my waistband isn’t out. when i get ice cream on my face they don’t say anything, they just hand me a wet napkin; or better yet they wipe my face without asking. yeah, i squirm and whine, but i won’t lie and say it doesn’t make me feel warm and tingly. the other one snaps a picture and smirks.

the two of them walk hand in hand. im a few paces in front of them on the busy main street, peering into shops and admiring the architecture. when i take a step too far away, one of them loops their fingers in the O ring on my thin leather bracelet and tugs me back. later, when im too far, they call out my name and i come bounding back. they pat my head, scratching it lightly, and i nearly melt under their hand.

they let me drag them into the boutique toy store we can’t afford. no impatient sighs or foot tapping while i crouch to examine all the toy vehicles, or rub my hands over the stuffed animals. one sneaks off and comes back with a stuffed puppy. they tilt its head at me and make little barking noises. the other laughs and says that now i know how they feel all the time.

they both use the bathroom before we get back in the car. we’re close friends, they’re together, so we all crowd into one family stall. i declare i don’t need to change. they exchange glances and raise their eyebrows. one of them holds me by a belt loop while the other does a squeeze of my crotch and bottom.

i wind up on the floor of the large restroom, arms crossed and huffing while one changes me. the other holds my head in their lap and tries to make me smile. i pretend it doesn’t work.

when we’re finally back to the car i don’t complain about sitting in the back. my legs are pushed apart by my thick diaper. it’s nice having the extra space to stretch out. i drift off before we’re even on the highway.

i stir a while later when i feel a hot stream trickle out of me into the padding. i can hear them talking in hushed towns while the trees on the side of the highway zip past. i cant make out everything, but i get the jist.