Junior The DL

- bathing them in lavender bubbles

- diapering them up with boosters

- giving them a big bottle

- telling them a special story before bed

- sneaking them a shared sweet treat

The plastic crinkles softly as you shift on the couch, your pull-up and your wet shirt clinging to your skin after another sticky accident. The wetness indicator is a dark, mocking blue, and the fabric is sticky between your legs… again. You can still feel the remnants of your last "cummies," the way your hips had bucked helplessly into the padding, the way the pull-up had failed to contain you. The sticky, embarrassing aftermath had been impossible to hide, and Mommy had seen. Of course she had.

Now, she sits beside you, her expression a mix of exasperation and something softer, something that makes your stomach twist. She’s holding two things: a sleek, black penis cage, its cold metal glinting in the lamplight, and a thick, baby-blue diaper,  like an invitation. Your throat goes dry.

“You’re at a crossroads, baby,” Mommy says, her voice gentle but firm. “You can’t keep going like this. Pull-ups weren’t made for this kind of use.” She taps the cage against her palm, the sound sharp. “Option one: You stay in pull-ups, but you wear this. No more humping, no more stickies. Your little penis stays locked away, and you’ll learn to behave.” She lets the words sink in, her fingers tracing the edge of the cage. “No more sticky surprises, no more ruined t-shirts. But…” She tilts her head, her tone shifting to something almost teasing. “No more cummies either. Not like you’ve been having, anyway.”

Your face burns. You know what she means. The way you’d grind into the padding, the way your body would tremble as you chased that forbidden pleasure, the way the pull-up would give way under the pressure. The cage looks so final.

 wrist. The padding is thick, the kind that would swallow your hips whole, the kind that would hold everything, pee, messes, cummies, without a single leak. “Option two: You switch to diapers. Full time. No cage, no restrictions. Your cute penis stays free… but it stays in the diaper.” Her lips quirk. “You can hump all you want, baby. You can make as many messes as your little heart desires. And I promise you, these won’t leak.” She gives the diaper a little shake, the crinkle loud in the quiet room. “But you’ll look like what you are. A baby. A good, thick, diapered baby. A good, thick, diapered baby who will never sit on the potty again.”

The thought sends a shiver down your spine. The diaper is so obvious. So undeniable. Everyone would know. But then again… the cage is worse, isn’t it? The idea of being locked away, of never feeling that release again, makes your chest tighten.

Mommy watches you, her eyes knowing. “So. What’s it going to be, baby?” She holds out both options, one in each hand. “Do you want to be restrained… or do you want to be free?”

Your fingers twitch toward the diaper. The cage is a prison. But the diaper… the diaper is a promise. A promise of warmth, of safety, of never having to hide what you are. Of being able to give in, completely.

You swallow hard. “I… I want to be free, Mommy.”

Her smile is slow, satisfied. “Good boy.” She sets the cage aside and brings the diaper closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Now, let’s get you diapered.”

lips locked, adrenaline rushing, completely oblivious to their potty signals until they feel warmth spreading and being sucked away from their skin

or maybe they really do know they need to go but don’t want to ruin the moment. they’ll be ok, they can hold it, just one more minute, this feels so good…all is well until cg catches them off guard with a nibble of their ear or grab of their crotch. they gasp and all off a sudden the floodgates open, or they unclench and a mound forms in the back of their padding

panting in between kisses, grinding their hips into cg’s lap, wet diaper stifling any real sensation for the little. cg on the other hand is getting a crotch full of warmth and weight and loving every minute of it.

You wait for her to say something, but the seconds tick on. Her eyes won't meet yours.

You choose to break the silence. "Did you need something, baby?"

She shrugs, but enters the bedroom and clambers onto the bed. Her gait is awkward and widened by the damp diaper between her legs. A thin set of short sleeve pointelle pajamas do little to conceal her padding. Her top rests just above her belly button and the diaper's crinkly white waistband pokes out from her shorts. She cuddles in close to you. You stroke her hair away from her face and look down at her, tucked in the crook of your arm with her stuffed kitty wedged between you.

"You gonna tell me what you need? Or do I have to guess?"

"Just wanna be near you," she mutters and puts her thumb in her mouth to signify she's done talking.

You aren't fully convinced, but accept her answer. It's sweet, and you'll never back away from extra cuddles. Your attention drifts back towards your book and a comfortable silence fills the room. Just your own even breaths, and the rhythmic thuck-thuck-thuck of her thumb sucking.

Something breaks the cadence, though. A familiar hitch in her pattern of breathing. Her breaths become shorter. Almost forceful. Huffier. Then, a muffled crackling noise followed by a sigh.

"Did you come in here just so you could mess your diaper cuddled up to me?"

All you get is a whine and a head shake in response.

"Use your words, baby,"

She withdraws her head from where it was buried in your side and looks up at you, "I..I just like going near you. Makes me feel safe..."

It's incredibly endearing, and you would be embarrassed to admit how much her words (and actions) have turned you on. The idea of her doing something so humiliating and vulnerable just for you sends a rush of excitement through you.

"Well, I'm honored. Should we do something about that stinky butt?"

"Uh-uh,"

"Uh-uh?"

"I like it in there,"

"Oh?' you say, reaching your hand around toward her bottom. You find the bulge weighing the seat of her diaper down and cup it lightly. Not applying any pressure, just resting your fingers over the shape of her mess. "You like having your messes right here?"

With the last word, you push your palm on her diaper and do your best to flatten the bulge in your hand. The plastic of the diaper crinkles and squishes delightfully under your hand.

She lets out a gasp when she realizes what you've done. It peters off into a moan.

"You like it, baby?"

"I do,"

"Tell me why," you say, pressing down again.

"It just feels right. I'm a baby. A baby who poops in her diapers. It should be there. I like it when it's warm, and, heavy, and, squishy, and-"

She's practically babbling at that point, finding it hard to hold onto coherent thought and speech as you knead slowly on her bottom. You pull your hand away and she whines.

"That's enough of that, don't you think?"

"Noooo,"

"You stink, baby,"

She just pouts up at you, arms crossed. She's the picture of innocence, with her red cheeks and dainty pajamas. But, you the know the real her. The her who is far from innocent and guileless.

An idea pops into your head and you feel yourself getting excited all over again.

"Why don't we play a little game, ok? If I win, you get changed, so that I can start breathing out of my nose again. If you win, you get another half an hour in that yucky diaper."

She nods her rapidly, and her eyes widen like a cartoon character.

"I'm good at games," she says, "I beat you in board games all the time!"

"I know you are, but let's see about this one..." you say, reaching into your bedside drawer. You grab a familiar blue and white wand and place it on the bed between you. Her eyes narrow in on it, and she looks at you with her mouth slightly parted and eyebrows tilted in confusion.

"Mommy and you are going to use the wand together, at the same time. Whoever lasts longer gets what they want."

She nods again, slower this time. Her cockiness from just a moment ago is fading. You shift and settle on your knees and tug your own pajama bottoms down to reveal your underwear, a damp patch starting to form on the front. She follows suit, and shuffles on her knees close to you, little shorts around her thighs. Your bodies provide pressure from either side, with the wand supported by your grip on the handle.

With the press of a button the toy comes alive, spreading vibrations across the surface of her diaper and your crotch. You would think the thick padding would stifle any pleasure she could get, but it's quite the opposite. She's described it to you as feeling like her whole lower half is being stimulated, and you can only imagine how hard she's trying not to succumb to it. She's letting out little mewing moans and scrunching up her face. it's obvious she's caught between trying desperately to get more stimulation, while also knowing she can't finish too fast or her fun will end. You don't blame her for wanting the best of both worlds.

You grind against the wand, trying to keep eye contact with her, but it's hard. The waves of pleasure are cascading over you and staying focused on not finishing isn't so easy for you either. The vibrations are hypnotizing and all you can think of is more, more, more.

For a few minutes the room is filled only with the sounds of the buzzing wand and each of your quick breath's and occasional moans.

Until, "M-mommy, I don't think I can, I think I'm gonna..."

You lock eyes with her and push your hips forward so that the toy applies extra pressure to her padded crotch, and it seems you've found the exact right spot to send her over the edge.

The moan she lets out is theatric, and she pushes herself off the wand, flopping on her stomach. With her shorts tugged down you can see the staining on the back of her diaper, no doubt worsened by the past few minutes of wriggling.

You can feel your own orgasm building, but you manage to hold on just long enough to mutter, "Oh, poor baby couldn't hold it," and with a final pulse of vibrations you double over the wand and shudder. The front of your underwear is glistening and slightly pulled to the side.

Later, after a thorough diaper change and your own wipe down, you're cuddling on the bed while some cartoon you aren't really watching plays. She squirms in your arms and looks up at you, a grin on her face.

(this is a work of md/lb fiction! all characters are consenting adults!!

thank you to @llamaboyisback for the story idea!!)

rachel and parker’s wedding was out in the woods, two hours from the city. they had rented out a camp ground, and the reception took place at a huge pavilion decked out with string lights and greenery.

a band was up on the stage playing covers, and all the guests were dancing in the summer heat. the string lights and the fireflies cast the whole place in a warm glow.

i was admiring my boyfriend, gus, as he downed another drink and kept dancing with the other groomsmen.

he looked so cute in the suit and forest green tie that all the groomsmen were in. he was doing a silly dance with his friend ryan, who was also in the wedding party. my heart soared when i saw gus’s floppy hair falling in his eyes, his expression looking blissed out and content.

i giggled as i sipped my gin and tonic, knowing that gus was the only groomsmen in the circle wearing a pullup under his suit.

i’d thought about making him wear a diaper to the wedding. we knew he’d be drinking a lot, and sometimes had trouble holding his pee when he was tipsy and silly. didn’t want to risk any accidents in an unfamiliar place.

but i conceded that a pullup would be enough protection. and very discreet under his nice pants. even now, i couldn’t tell there was anything… special under his pants.

i made my way out to the dance floor, drink in hand, and joined gus.

“how many drinks have you had?” i asked into his ear, hoping he could hear me over the music.

“ummm, just three.” he said, holding up four fingers.

i chuckled, and looked over at gus’s friend ryan to confirm or deny the amount of drinks.

ryan mouthed “five”

“okay, that’s your last one, silly boy.” i told gus, taking the empty glass from his hand.

“mommyyyy…” gus whined, and my eyes widened.

i looked around to see if anyone had heard it, but it seemed like no one noticed. the groomsmen were all too busy dancing and singing along to the cover band.

i smacked gus lightly on the arm. “gussie, we’re in public. you can’t call me that right now.”

“but mommyyyy… i wanna dance with you,” he whined, grabbing at me.

i laughed and put our drinks down so i could dance with him.

“i’m all yours, sweetheart.”

we danced for two more songs, and then the band announced that they were about to sing the last song to send off the bride and groom.

i got gus a glass of water and made him drink the whole thing before we returned to the dance floor.

“after the send-off, we should start our drive back to the city. sound good, silly boy?” i asked gus, who was slurping water and spilling some of it down his chin.

“yeah, mama.” he said obediently.

i wiped his chin gently.

“good boy, finishing all your water. now, do you wanna go dance with your friends for the last song?”

gussie nodded eagerly. his eyes still had that glazed, tipsy look. his cheeks flushed pink, his forehead a little sweaty.

he looked adorable like this. i absolutely loved drunk gussie.

we danced for the final song, then joined the rest of the wedding party to send off rachel and parker in the vintage car they had rented for the wedding.

mid-cheering, i felt gus tug on the sleeve of my dress. gus was squirming and looking restless.

“what is it, baby? you ready to go home?”

“i have to go potty, mommy.” gus whispered, his eyes wide with panic.

“can you make it to the bathroom, baby?”

gus shook his head.

i carefully stepped away from the crowd of people, tugging gus with me.

“it’s okay, baby, you’re wearing your pullup. can you go a little bit in your pullup? while we walk to the restroom?”

gus squirmed, looking humiliated. “i already did.”

“you already went in your pullup?”

“i…um… i went earlier. while i was dancing.”

“oh, so you’re already soggy?” i asked, looking down to discreetly check gus’s pullup. i could see a little bit of a bulge through his pants.

he nodded, cheeks burning.

“mommy, please, can we just leave? i can’t hold it, and it’s gonna leak.”

“yeah, sweet boy, let’s go.”

after some very quick goodbyes, and a white lie about gus not feeling well, we left the pavillion and made our way across a gravel lot towards the wooded area where we parked.

as soon as we were out of eyeshot of the pavilion, gus stopped in his tracks, gasping.

i knew he was peeing himself before he even announced it. his thumb immediately went into his mouth as he stood there with his legs shaking.

it was only a matter of time before his pee soaked through his pullup, and then his pants, and then started to form a puddle underneath him.

“mommyyyy,” gussie whined as he peed, sucking his thumb and watching the puddle get bigger.

“oh you poor thing,” i rubbed his back while he finished peeing. it was not a small accident. his pee had soaked his pants, his socks, and even his dress shoes.

“are you all done?” i finally asked, and gussie nodded, still sucking his thumb.

“good thing i planned for something like this.” i said, rubbing his back and kissing him gently on the forehead. “let’s get you out of those yucky clothes.”

we got to the car, and i popped the trunk, where i had packed a diaper, changing mat, and change of clothes for gus, just in case this happened.

“lay down, lil guy” i told him, and he obeyed, sprawling out on his changing mat.

“mommy? can i have my paci?”

“mmhm, way ahead of you, kiddo.” i put his favorite paci in his mouth and got to work taking off his shoes, socks, and dress pants.

when he was just in his dress shirt and soaked pullup, i paused to admire the sight. of him, squirming and sucking on his paci.

“oh, look at you!” i giggled. “you water-logged this poor pullup.”

gus giggled behind his pacifier. “i’m sorry mommy, i hadda go!!”

“clearly. let’s get you out of this before you leak all over the car too,” i said, undoing the sides and pulling the soaked pullup off. it was so heavy from gus’s pee.

after cleaning his little boy parts up, i started to fluff up a clean, dry diaper.

“i get a diapee?” gus asked, looking excited.

“of course, silly goose. i’m not letting you leak all over my car. you might even need a booster or two. and anyway, you’ll be much comfier in this.

i taped him into his diaper with two boosters, and then got to work taking off his shirt, button by button.

gus squirmed delightedly as i took off his shirt, so he was just laying in the back of the car in nothing but his diaper.

“i brought you two onesie options. do you want the spaceships or the dinosaurs?”

gus sucked hard on his paci while he thought. “mmm, dinosaurs.”

“good choice.”

i got gus all dressed and cozy in his dinosaur onesie, and buttoned it over his thick diaper.

“mommy?” gus asked as i buckled him into the backseat with his blankie and favorite stuffie.

“what’s up lil guy?”

“do you think any of the other groomsmen get treated like a baby by their girlfriends?”

i giggled. “no, baby, i think you’re special. i don’t think the other groomsmen are little boys at heart like you are. but i love it. you’re my little boy.”

gus giggled and blushed at that answer. “i love being your little boy.”

The way Connie, er, Mama looks at me is positively mortifying. It's as if the flecks of green in her irises are all subtly judging me as I look up at her in shame.

"Baby, do you wanna tell Mommy something?" She asks, in that same, damn mocking tone she always uses. She already knows the answer to the question she's asking. Mommy never asks a question she doesn't know the answer to already. When she asks if I'm wet, it's not because she's genuinely curious, it's because my Huggies have been sagging down between my legs, and I've been too busy playing to notice.

She wants to give you the opportunity to admit it. To claim babyhood yourself without having it pushed on you.

And now, she's asking me to basically confess to masturbating in my diaper- "making cummies" as she calls it, usually in that sing-song voice she always uses, and which she usually tells me is a big "no-no" without permission. This time, I didn't get permission at all. I grinded my diapered pussy back and forth on "Mr. Teddy," a large brown teddy bear that has been a consistent bedfellow ever since I signed up for... whatever this new life is. The only times Mommy and I make consistent physical contact are kisses, hugs, spankies, changies, rubbies, bathtime, and feeding. It's actually quite often, just never sexual.

Now she's standing over me, arms folded, holding a fresh diaper in one hand and a hairbrush in the other. I haven't had my bath yet, and the left eyebrow is going up, so she's probably not planning on brushing my hair with it.

"Did you make humpies and cummies without Mommy's permission?" Mommy asks, a grin playing about her face as her hands migrate to her massive, sexy hips.

"Yes... I-I'm sorry, Mommy." I spit the words out, tears beginning to form. This is so fucking humiliating. Here I am, a 34-year-old grown-ass woman, standing in naught but a very wet and heavy diaper, calling my roommate (and now, caregiver) "Mommy" and apologizing... to her... for sexually relieving myself. How pathetic is that?

"Well, Tessa, you're a very smart little girl." The 29-year-old nurse smiles, leaning over to get down to my level. "Can you tell me what happens when babies make cummies without Mommy's permission?"

"Th-they... they..." I begin, knowing the answer but wanting to delay the inevitable, as my puss- er, princess parts once again begin tingling at the thought of my sexy caretaker bringing down one of her world-famous spankings on my pale, waiting ass cheek.

Mommy knows my tricks. "They get what, Tessa? Come on, you know this."

"Sp-spankies." I spit the words out, tripping a bit over my words, which seem to have been jumbled a bit by how hard my heart is beating in my chest. This isn't fucking normal. This isn't how a grown woman with a law degree should be living her life. Yet, I chose this, as Mommy constantly reminds me whenever I don't take my punishments well. This was my decision.

"Do you believe you should get spankies?" Mommy asks. Despite the opinionated nature of the question, don't be fooled, there is a RIGHT answer to this question, and not giving it results in more spankings and even corner time if I've acted up enough.

"Yes, Mommy." I answer.

"And why is that, Tess-Tess?" The nickname. God, my sex is burning now, and she knows it. Mommy's a big fan of tension, and she's building it masterfully, like a skilled architect.

"Cause I'mma... I'm a... a big... a big, dumb, helpless little baby..." I give her what she wants, shivering all the while as I wait for my pleasurable punishment at the hands of the Disney Princess hairbrush. I could cum right now, but I don't. The spankings are pleasurable as fuck, but they make sitting down really uncomfortable, even with the padding that my thick, fluffy Huggies give.

"Good girl. Assume the position." Mommy sits down on our sofa and pulls my tummy onto her strong, muscular legs, pulling my big, heavy diaper down to my ankles before delivering a firm, hard swat onto my butt, causing it to jiggle just a bit. WHAP!

I begin to tear up a bit- it hurts so good.

"That's the first one." Mommy comments, winding up for another. WHAP!

"Ughhhhh..." I moan, more tears coming as I queue up my best, most babyish voice to appeal to my Mommy. "I'm sowwy, Mommy... I... I did-dent mean to..."

"You should be. Eight more." Mommy replies, not even giving my attempts at getting off without too much of a sore butt the time of day. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

Mommy spanks me more, and I let out a gentle, pained yelp with each. This is so fucked up. I know it, she knows it. But it works. And she's training me.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

Because I deserve it. I made cummies without her permission. Or her help. Just like a bad girl. And I'm not a bad girl.

WHAP!

Mommy always tells me the spankings are to help me. To train me. To make me what I want and need to be to make Mommy happy...

WHAP!

...a good girl.

I'm a whimpering, shivering mess now, tears running down my face and an ass as red as a rose. Mommy pulls my diaper up and brings me up into a sitting position on her lap.

"Next time, come find me when you're ready to make cum-cums, little girl." Mommy softly whispers, as I slump into her. "You're a good girl. Mommy hates doing that to you, but you gotta follow Mommy's rules, Tess-Tess." She presses a kiss from her plump, soft lips into my forehead. It feels amazing.

"Yes, Mommy..." I reply, feeling tired, but relieved. Mommy loves me. She takes care of me, even when I'm too dumb and babyish to do so for myself.

"Now, honey- let's get you into a fresh diaper and put you down for a nap with a baba." Mommy carries me over to a changing table, as consciousness begins to leave me.

hi! thank you for this thoughtful ask! you’re right, this kink demands SO much trust and communication, and i try to include that in the fiction i write

i think with a taboo kink like ageplay, it’s also important to make sure that you trust the person you’re playing with outside of a kink setting as well.

i like to know that i have similar values and politics, similar perspectives on kink, and similar opinions on safety and boundaries with someone before i even THINK about playing with them.

oh settle down silly! yes the neighbors will see you in your cute diaper and adorable water wings, but do you really think it’ll be the first time? all the spankings, kids cartoons, and trips to the park, they definitely know all about your wittle diapies!

now come on, it’s a scorcher today and Miss E is going to make sure her little princess stays nice and cool!

Miss E, the woman who broke into your house and forced you into diapers, points and laughs, mocking you 😈

look at you squat like a pathetic baby! most people wouldn’t dare poop their pants, but you’re not like most people, are you baby? 😂

that last word rang in your ear. squatting in the middle of your living room, you knew your life would never be the same now that Miss E is here! 😏