DOES THIS DIAPER MAKE MY BUTT LOOK BIG?

In Dream A Little episode #13 they share what they’ve learned about meeting people in the community, opening up to friends about diapers, and finding a healthy balance between kink & family life. 

I just can’t say enough positive things about them, you’ll just have to listen to this episode and see for yourself! They are absolutely fabulous and I think you’ll love them just as much as I do. 

But mommy I tried of drinking multiple bottles a laxatives and milk. Can we do this later? Mommy please please mommy.

But mommy I tried of drinking multiple bottles a laxatives and milk. Can we do this later? Mommy please please mommy.

I wake.

The bed is grey with languished winter light but otherwise warm here beneath the blankets. Soft and quiet.

Paci has slipped from my mouth but Bunny is still cradled in my arm. I roll my head. Mummy is beside me. I've woken her. She stirs, eyes fluttering and she kisses me before.

"Good morning little one."

"Morning Mummy." I lisp, in my little voice I use only with her.

"Is someone a soggy baby?“ she asks and reaches below the covers to squeeze the front of my thick wet night time nappy. Mummy slips a finger inside the leg band, causing her to smile and me to squirm with humiliation. If I'm honest I can't recall if I'd woken in the night to wet or I was genuinely bedwetting at this late stage or my unpotty training.

We cuddle for a while, enjoying eachothers touch. I am little spoon, obviously.

Mummy decides it's time to get up. That is, she gets up and leaves me in bed, telling me she'll be right back. Sure enough she returns with a warm bottle of formula for me to nurse on while she showers.

I suck at the teet of my bottle, cute little slurping noises accompany the muffled sound of the shower running and Mummy's singing.

I think of Mummy naked and I think of nursing at Mummy's breast rather than the bottle. I find myself getting turned on but... Well... Mummy says babys arn't allowed to touch their diapers. That's Mummy's job.

I grow increasingly frustrated while waiting for Mummy to come back. Another sensation brews aswell. Mummy must have put icky medicine in my bottom because my morning bowel movement doesn't normally come on this fast or this strong.

I whimper as I cramp but I don't resist long, I know Mummy expects to find me messy and I'm just a baby after all. With a little reluctantance and no dignity, I relax and allow my bowels to do what they want to do. Icky stinky messies push into the seat of my nappy. I blush as I feel it ballooning against my bum and making the rear of my nappy bulge all too obviously.

Mummy returns with a towel wrapped around her.

"let's get that wet diaper changed." she says gleefully, selecting a white diaper with a cute patterned front panel from the drawer.

I say nothing about the fact it's not just a wet diaper. Detracting myself by playing with bunny's ears.

"Uh oh. Is someone messy? Did some go poo poo? Yes you did! Yes you did!" she coos, pushing a palm against the lump on my diaper. "Good girl, using your diapers for Mummy." this makes me smile despite my humiliation.

“Why hello there, young man! I’m so glad you decided to stop by. Lindsey’s been talking about you constantly for the past month, haven’t you, honey? Isn’t that right?

“Oh, she’s just being shy tonight, I guess. She’s not too used to folks spending the night, you see… No, no, don’t go! Listen, Lindsey’s been telling me how much she wanted to hang out with you, so I think a nice little weekend sleepover is a perfect opportunity to get to know one another! There won’t be any classes or varsity sports or frat nonsense getting in the way. No, just a nice quiet sleepover for you two to chill and relax together…

“Now, we’ve got a few rules in this household, young man, and I expect you to abide by them if you’re going to be my daughter’s friend… Hush, Lindsey, Mommy’s talking! Oh, you say you’re happy to do anything? Aww, that’s wonderful! You’re such a nice young man, aren’t you?

“So, first things first. Now you might have noticed that Lindsey’s all ready for bed. That’s the first rule: bedtime for kids in this household is 8 pm, no exceptions. And yes, that does apply to you! I don’t care that you’re going to be twenty next month, young man. You’re only four months older than Lindsey, after all, and if you’re not twenty-one, you’re still underage as far as our family’s concerned…

“Second rule: none of those silly boxers or briefs or panties in our beds. I’m sorry, but Lindsey’s been our sweet little puddle-maker for the last nineteen years, and she’s shown us all that even big college-age kids can still have plenty of accidents. Don’t worry! I’ve already got some nice fluffy big kid pampers ready for you, young man. I’m sure you’re going to like them once you try them. They’re so nice and soft and cute…

“Now only one more rule, okay? One more, and then we’ll get you changed around. No messing around with your pampers, okay? Look, I know all about horny teenagers, young man. And I’m sure we all know what you want to do with Lindsey once you’re alone here in bed. So we’re just going to put a couple of wraps of tape around your pampers, just to keep things all protected and safe, okay? No unwanted pregnancies in our household - at least, not on my watch!

“Wait… where are you going? Oh, you want to go home already? Such a pity that the door might have locked behind me… Now, why don’t you come on over here so we can get you changed around, hmm?”

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“Aww, now aren’t you just precious, Sheila? Such a sweet little honey bunch! I’ve half a mind to become a baby sitter myself, just to take care of you!”

Sheila smiled sheepishly up at her cousin Shannon, five years her senior and clearly far more capable in every way. Not even the most perceptive observer would have guessed, however, that the two weren’t exactly the best of friends. Neither of them had been exactly overjoyed when events had transpired to force the twenty-two-year-old college dropout to move in with her married cousin. What the hell was she supposed to do with stuffy old Shannon and her husband?, Sheila had complained. And Shannon, for her part, had similarly grumbled about what on earth she could be expected to do with such an irresponsible slacker of a cousin…

Not that it had taken too long for her to find a solution.

Shannon had soon formed plans for her kombucha-sipping, Netflix-bingeing little cousin, you see. “There’s always a need for nannies,” she’d proclaimed, touting statistics about the rising number of women in the workforce, stable birthrates, and the exorbitant cost of institutional child care centers. “Get yourself some experience, a few certifications, and boom! You may not be wealthy, but you’ll at least be able to afford a roof over your head.” A roof that’s not shared with me, she’d added silently, dreaming fervently of the day when their household would again be back to its ordinary two.

But that was before she’d come to see just how hopeless her cousin really was. Not a whiff of real interest, not a trace of maternal instinct, not even the decency to bother reading the chapters of early child development handbooks Shannon had borrowed from the library specially for her. “They’re just so boorrinngg…” Sheila had drawled, flopped on the couch in her customary position. “I mean, like, can’t I just watch a video tutorial or something?”

Shannon had thrown in the towel right then and there. Yet, on Jerry’s advice, she’d bitten back the angry words that threatened to flood out and instead adopted a far more conciliar - and insidious - approach. “Learning by doing is a better way for you, girl,” she’d chirped the very next day. “And if you’re going to learn to be a nanny, I think we’d better give you some real life experience. I know we don’t have a kid in the house. But you see, I’ve got this idea…”

And that’s when the diapers and the binkies had emerged.

Not that Sheila had even stood a chance, Shannon now mused, casting her honeyed smile down at the blushing, freshly diapered form of her supposedly adult cousin. She was simply too silly and lazy to ever bother standing up to her older cousin - certainly when it seemed to run the risk of losing her this free room and board. As far as Sheila was concerned, what was a little juvenile embarrassment if it meant she could chill all day in someone else’s house - for free?

Yeah, about that. It didn’t seem like the plan was working quite as Shannon had intended, as even she had to admit. So much for making her cousin’s life so unbearable and humiliating that she’d be glad to move out. On the contrary, it was almost as if- as if she actually enjoyed being the baby of the house, as absurd as that sounded…

Well, nothing for it but to double down, Shannon mused now, eyeing the fresh, bulging padding around the young woman’s groin. Her new rule was clear: diapers not just for demonstrations anymore, but for day and night. And back came the honeyed smile. “What a cute little baby you make, sweetie! You know, I bet you’re already getting ready to make me a stinky little present in those pampers, aren’t you?”

As the nervous smile froze on Sheila’s lips, Shannon chortled internally. Oh, hell, yeah. She might stand a chance of getting this loser out of here after all. Or at least if not, she’d give her one hell of a humiliating summer…

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