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The living room was bathed in the golden glow of late afternoon, the kind of light that made everything feel soft and warm. The couch cushions still held the faint imprint of where you’d been sitting earlier, fidgeting with the hem of your onesie, your thick diaper crinkling with every shift of your legs. You’d been restless all day, bored, maybe, or just needing something you couldn’t quite name. Mommy had watched you with that knowing look of hers, the one that said she could see right through you, even when you thought you were being subtle.

Now, she patted her lap. "Come here, baby," she said, her voice warm but firm. You hesitated for only a second before scrambling over, your short legs carrying you as fast as they could. The moment you settled onto her lap, facing her, you could feel the dampness in your diaper press against her thighs. You’d wet a little earlier, too distracted by your toys to bother telling her, and now the padding was swollen and cool against your skin.

Mommy’s hands found your hips, her fingers curling just slightly into the fabric of your onesie. "Someone’s a little wiggly today," she murmured, her breath tickling the top of your head. Before you could respond, she started bouncing you, gentle at first, just enough to make you sway in her lap. The motion sent a jolt through you, your diaper rubbing against her legs with every little lift and drop. You bit your lip, trying to ignore the way your body was reacting, but it was impossible. The pressure, the friction, it was too good.

You shifted, just a little, testing the sensation. The crinkle of your diaper was loud in the quiet room, and you could feel yourself getting harder, the padding pressing against you in all the right ways. Mommy’s smirk told you she’d noticed. "Ohhh, is my little boy enjoying this?" Her voice was light, teasing, but there was an edge to it, something that made your stomach flip.

Her hands tightened on your hips, guiding you, and suddenly you weren’t just being bounced, you were moving. Your body took over, your hips rolling forward, grinding against her lap. The diaper between you and her legs was a barrier, but it only made the friction better, the plastic backing slick against her skin. You could feel your face heating up, your breath coming faster, but you couldn’t stop. Mommy didn’t let you.

"That’s it," she cooed, her voice dropping into that low, soothing tone that always made you feel small and safe and wanted. "Mommy’s got you. Just let go." Her hands kept you moving, her thighs pressing up against you just enough to give you something to push against. The room faded away, there was only the sound of your diaper crinkling, the warmth of her body beneath you, the growing pleasure in your nappy.

Your hips started to jerk on their own, your movements losing their rhythm as the pleasure built. You pressed your face into her shoulder, your fingers clutching at her shirt, needing something to hold onto. Mommy’s laugh was soft, almost a purr. "Such a good boy," she murmured, one hand sliding up your back to hold you closer. "You can do it, baby. Mommy wants you to."

And then, you were there. The tension snapped, and with a muffled groan, your body tensed, your back arching as you pumped your load into your diaper. The warmth spread through the padding, the wetness seeping into the layers as your hips twitched, once, twice, a few more times, riding out the last waves of pleasure. A whimper escaped you, high and needy, and you collapsed against her, your chest heaving.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of your ragged breathing and the distant crinkle of your diaper, now sticky between your legs. Mommy’s hand stroked your hair, her touch gentle. "There you go," she said, her voice full of affection. "Good boy." She shifted you slightly, and you could feel the mess you’d made, the way the diaper sagged with the weight of it.

She chuckled, the sound vibrating through her chest and into you. "Now let’s get you cleaned up." Her fingers tapped your thigh, light and playful. "Unless you want to sit in that for a while?"

The nursery was quiet except for the soft crinkle of your diaper as you shifted in the playpen. The bars were tall, the padding beneath you plush, but none of it mattered. You were mad. Mommy had put you here for talking back, again, and no amount of pouting or kicking your feet was going to change that. The thick, baby-blue diaper between your legs felt like a betrayal, a reminder of how small she could make you feel when she wanted to.

You sighed, your pacifier bobbing as you sucked on it absently. The blanket beneath you was soft, but it did nothing to ease the frustration bubbling inside you. Without thinking, your hand drifted down, fingers pressing against the padded front of your diaper. The pressure was instant, a spark of something warm and forbidden. You bit down on your pacifier, your hips lifting just a little, seeking more.

That’s when you heard it, the soft creak of the rocking chair.

Mommy had been watching.

Her voice was sweet, almost musical, but there was a edge to it that made your stomach twist. "Aww, is my baby boy bored?" She leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees, her chin propped up in her hands. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, but her smile was knowing. Too knowing.

You froze, your hand still pressed against your diaper. You knew you weren’t supposed to touch yourself. Good boys didn’t do that. But the way she was looking at you, like she already knew exactly what you’d been doing, made your face burn.

Before you could pull your hand away, hers was there, slipping between the bars of the playpen. Her fingers curled around your wrist, not to stop you, but to guide you. "Boys don’t get to touch themselves," she murmured, her voice low and firm. "Only Mommy can touch you."

Your breath hitched. You should’ve been embarrassed. You were embarrassed. But the way her fingers replaced yours, pressing into the thick padding of your diaper, made it impossible to care. Her touch was deliberate, her palm cupping you through the layers of plastic and fluff. You whimpered, your hips jerking upward instinctively, seeking more pressure.

Mommy’s laugh was soft, almost a purr. "That’s it, baby. Let Mommy take care of you." Her fingers worked in slow, deliberate circles, her thumb pressing just there, right where you needed it most. The diaper crinkled loudly with every movement, the sound filling the quiet nursery. You could feel yourself getting harder, the pressure building until it was almost unbearable.

Your pacifier slipped from your lips as you panted, your free hand clutching at the blanket beneath you. "Mmm, someone’s very excited," Mommy teased, her voice dripping with amusement. She didn’t let up, her fingers never stilling, never giving you a moment to catch your breath. The pleasure was overwhelming, a hot, heavy weight in your groin that made your toes curl.

You tried to speak, to beg, but all that came out was a muffled, desperate sound. Your hips bucked against her hand, your body moving on its own, chasing the release that felt just out of reach. The diaper was warm now, damp from earlier, but the heat between your legs was something else entirely.

Mommy leaned closer, her breath warm against your cheek. "You gonna make a mess for Mommy, baby?" Her voice was a whisper, but it might as well have been a command. The way she said it, like she already knew the answer, sent a shiver down your spine.

And then, just like that, you were there.

Your body tensed, your back arching off the blanket as the pleasure crashed over you. A choked cry tore from your throat, the sound muffled by the pacifier you’d barely managed to shove back into your mouth. Your hips jerked, once, twice, your entire body shuddering as you spilled into your diaper. The warmth spread quickly, the padding soaking up every last bit of your release. But Mommy wasn’t done. Her fingers kept moving, kept pressing, and the pleasure didn’t stop. Your body clenched, and with a gasp, you realized…

You were going number two, too.

The heat in your belly twisted, and before you could stop it, your diaper gave a loud, wet squelch. The smell hit you immediately, thick, musky, stinky. Your face burned with humiliation, but Mommy just giggled, her fingers finally stilling.

"Looks like someone made a big mess," she cooed, her voice laced with delight. She didn’t move to clean you up. Didn’t even reach for the wipes. Instead, she simply stood, her hands on her hips as she admired her handiwork.

You lay there, panting, your diaper sagging with the weight of your mess. The warmth was unbearable, the stickiness clinging to your skin. You wanted to squirm away, to hide, but there was nowhere to go. The playpen bars were still between you and freedom.

Mommy’s smile was wicked as she reached down and scooped you up, cradling you against her chest. You were heavy in her arms, your diaper a warm, squishy burden between you. "Such a messy boy," she murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "But you’re my messy boy."

She carried you to the crib, the one with the tall, unyielding bars, and laid you down gently. The mattress was cool beneath you, a stark contrast to the heat of your diaper. You whimpered, your fingers twisting in the sheets, but Mommy just shook her head.

"No, no, baby. You made this mess. You can stay in it a little while." She tapped your nose playfully, her eyes twinkling. "Besides, it’s almost naptime. And good boys nap in their sticky diapers, don’t they?"

You wanted to argue. Wanted to beg her to change you, to clean you up, to anything but leave you like this. But the look in her eyes brooked no argument. And deep down, beneath the embarrassment, beneath the discomfort, there was something else, a warm, fuzzy feeling, like the first sip of hot cocoa on a cold day.

Mommy tucked a blanket around you, her touch lingering on your shoulder. "Sleep well, baby," she said, her voice soft. "Mommy will check on you later."

The living room was bathed in the golden glow of late afternoon, the kind of light that made everything feel soft and warm. The couch cushions still held the faint imprint of where you’d been sitting earlier, fidgeting with the hem of your onesie, your thick diaper crinkling with every shift of your legs. You’d been restless all day, bored, maybe, or just needing something you couldn’t quite name. Mommy had watched you with that knowing look of hers, the one that said she could see right through you, even when you thought you were being subtle.

Now, she patted her lap. "Come here, baby," she said, her voice warm but firm. You hesitated for only a second before scrambling over, your short legs carrying you as fast as they could. The moment you settled onto her lap, facing her, you could feel the dampness in your diaper press against her thighs. You’d wet a little earlier, too distracted by your toys to bother telling her, and now the padding was swollen and cool against your skin.

Mommy’s hands found your hips, her fingers curling just slightly into the fabric of your onesie. "Someone’s a little wiggly today," she murmured, her breath tickling the top of your head. Before you could respond, she started bouncing you, gentle at first, just enough to make you sway in her lap. The motion sent a jolt through you, your diaper rubbing against her legs with every little lift and drop. You bit your lip, trying to ignore the way your body was reacting, but it was impossible. The pressure, the friction, it was too good.

You shifted, just a little, testing the sensation. The crinkle of your diaper was loud in the quiet room, and you could feel yourself getting harder, the padding pressing against you in all the right ways. Mommy’s smirk told you she’d noticed. "Ohhh, is my little boy enjoying this?" Her voice was light, teasing, but there was an edge to it, something that made your stomach flip.

Her hands tightened on your hips, guiding you, and suddenly you weren’t just being bounced, you were moving. Your body took over, your hips rolling forward, grinding against her lap. The diaper between you and her legs was a barrier, but it only made the friction better, the plastic backing slick against her skin. You could feel your face heating up, your breath coming faster, but you couldn’t stop. Mommy didn’t let you.

"That’s it," she cooed, her voice dropping into that low, soothing tone that always made you feel small and safe and wanted. "Mommy’s got you. Just let go." Her hands kept you moving, her thighs pressing up against you just enough to give you something to push against. The room faded away, there was only the sound of your diaper crinkling, the warmth of her body beneath you, the growing pleasure in your nappy.

Your hips started to jerk on their own, your movements losing their rhythm as the pleasure built. You pressed your face into her shoulder, your fingers clutching at her shirt, needing something to hold onto. Mommy’s laugh was soft, almost a purr. "Such a good boy," she murmured, one hand sliding up your back to hold you closer. "You can do it, baby. Mommy wants you to."

And then, you were there. The tension snapped, and with a muffled groan, your body tensed, your back arching as you pumped your load into your diaper. The warmth spread through the padding, the wetness seeping into the layers as your hips twitched, once, twice, a few more times, riding out the last waves of pleasure. A whimper escaped you, high and needy, and you collapsed against her, your chest heaving.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of your ragged breathing and the distant crinkle of your diaper, now sticky between your legs. Mommy’s hand stroked your hair, her touch gentle. "There you go," she said, her voice full of affection. "Good boy." She shifted you slightly, and you could feel the mess you’d made, the way the diaper sagged with the weight of it.

She chuckled, the sound vibrating through her chest and into you. "Now let’s get you cleaned up." Her fingers tapped your thigh, light and playful. "Unless you want to sit in that for a while?"

The nursery was quiet except for the soft crinkle of your diaper as you shifted in the playpen. The bars were tall, the padding beneath you plush, but none of it mattered. You were mad. Mommy had put you here for talking back, again, and no amount of pouting or kicking your feet was going to change that. The thick, baby-blue diaper between your legs felt like a betrayal, a reminder of how small she could make you feel when she wanted to.

You sighed, your pacifier bobbing as you sucked on it absently. The blanket beneath you was soft, but it did nothing to ease the frustration bubbling inside you. Without thinking, your hand drifted down, fingers pressing against the padded front of your diaper. The pressure was instant, a spark of something warm and forbidden. You bit down on your pacifier, your hips lifting just a little, seeking more.

That’s when you heard it, the soft creak of the rocking chair.

Mommy had been watching.

Her voice was sweet, almost musical, but there was a edge to it that made your stomach twist. "Aww, is my baby boy bored?" She leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees, her chin propped up in her hands. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, but her smile was knowing. Too knowing.

You froze, your hand still pressed against your diaper. You knew you weren’t supposed to touch yourself. Good boys didn’t do that. But the way she was looking at you, like she already knew exactly what you’d been doing, made your face burn.

Before you could pull your hand away, hers was there, slipping between the bars of the playpen. Her fingers curled around your wrist, not to stop you, but to guide you. "Boys don’t get to touch themselves," she murmured, her voice low and firm. "Only Mommy can touch you."

Your breath hitched. You should’ve been embarrassed. You were embarrassed. But the way her fingers replaced yours, pressing into the thick padding of your diaper, made it impossible to care. Her touch was deliberate, her palm cupping you through the layers of plastic and fluff. You whimpered, your hips jerking upward instinctively, seeking more pressure.

Mommy’s laugh was soft, almost a purr. "That’s it, baby. Let Mommy take care of you." Her fingers worked in slow, deliberate circles, her thumb pressing just there, right where you needed it most. The diaper crinkled loudly with every movement, the sound filling the quiet nursery. You could feel yourself getting harder, the pressure building until it was almost unbearable.

Your pacifier slipped from your lips as you panted, your free hand clutching at the blanket beneath you. "Mmm, someone’s very excited," Mommy teased, her voice dripping with amusement. She didn’t let up, her fingers never stilling, never giving you a moment to catch your breath. The pleasure was overwhelming, a hot, heavy weight in your groin that made your toes curl.

You tried to speak, to beg, but all that came out was a muffled, desperate sound. Your hips bucked against her hand, your body moving on its own, chasing the release that felt just out of reach. The diaper was warm now, damp from earlier, but the heat between your legs was something else entirely.

Mommy leaned closer, her breath warm against your cheek. "You gonna make a mess for Mommy, baby?" Her voice was a whisper, but it might as well have been a command. The way she said it, like she already knew the answer, sent a shiver down your spine.

And then, just like that, you were there.

Your body tensed, your back arching off the blanket as the pleasure crashed over you. A choked cry tore from your throat, the sound muffled by the pacifier you’d barely managed to shove back into your mouth. Your hips jerked, once, twice, your entire body shuddering as you spilled into your diaper. The warmth spread quickly, the padding soaking up every last bit of your release. But Mommy wasn’t done. Her fingers kept moving, kept pressing, and the pleasure didn’t stop. Your body clenched, and with a gasp, you realized…

You were going number two, too.

The heat in your belly twisted, and before you could stop it, your diaper gave a loud, wet squelch. The smell hit you immediately, thick, musky, stinky. Your face burned with humiliation, but Mommy just giggled, her fingers finally stilling.

"Looks like someone made a big mess," she cooed, her voice laced with delight. She didn’t move to clean you up. Didn’t even reach for the wipes. Instead, she simply stood, her hands on her hips as she admired her handiwork.

You lay there, panting, your diaper sagging with the weight of your mess. The warmth was unbearable, the stickiness clinging to your skin. You wanted to squirm away, to hide, but there was nowhere to go. The playpen bars were still between you and freedom.

Mommy’s smile was wicked as she reached down and scooped you up, cradling you against her chest. You were heavy in her arms, your diaper a warm, squishy burden between you. "Such a messy boy," she murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "But you’re my messy boy."

She carried you to the crib, the one with the tall, unyielding bars, and laid you down gently. The mattress was cool beneath you, a stark contrast to the heat of your diaper. You whimpered, your fingers twisting in the sheets, but Mommy just shook her head.

"No, no, baby. You made this mess. You can stay in it a little while." She tapped your nose playfully, her eyes twinkling. "Besides, it’s almost naptime. And good boys nap in their sticky diapers, don’t they?"

You wanted to argue. Wanted to beg her to change you, to clean you up, to anything but leave you like this. But the look in her eyes brooked no argument. And deep down, beneath the embarrassment, beneath the discomfort, there was something else, a warm, fuzzy feeling, like the first sip of hot cocoa on a cold day.

Mommy tucked a blanket around you, her touch lingering on your shoulder. "Sleep well, baby," she said, her voice soft. "Mommy will check on you later."

The bedroom was warm, the kind of warmth that made Lukas’s eyelids heavy and his limbs loose. The nightlight Anna had plugged in cast a soft, golden glow over the changing table she’d set up last week, just a "temporary solution," she’d said, though Lukas knew better. The table was already stocked with wipes, powder, and a stack of thick, crinkly diapers. His stomach twisted as Anna unfolded one now, the plastic rustling loudly in the quiet room.

Lukas shifted on the edge of the bed, still in his work slacks and button-down, his fingers picking at the hem of his shirt. He’d been wearing pull-ups for two years, ever since Anna had first suggested them as a "just in case" solution. At first, it had been embarrassing, but over time, the convenience had won him over. No more midnight trips to the bathroom. No more accidents when he was too tired to move. Just… comfort. But tonight, Anna had other plans.

"You’ve been using the potty less and less, baby," she murmured, holding up the diaper. It was thick, adorned with tiny blue cars, the kind meant for toddlers. Lukas’s face burned. "Might as well make it official."

Lukas opened his mouth to protest, but the words died on his lips. He had been using the pull-ups more. A lot more. He’d wake up damp most mornings, the padding swollen and warm. Sometimes, he’d even wet them during the day, just because it was easier. Anna knew. She always knew.

She didn’t wait for an argument. Instead, she knelt in front of him, her hands warm as she undid his belt, then the button of his slacks. The fabric pooled at his ankles, and Lukas swallowed hard as the cool air hit his skin. His pull-up was already damp, he’d wet it an hour ago, too embarrassed to say anything. Anna tsked as she peeled it off, tossing it into the trash with a soft thud.

"Such a wet boy," she murmured, but there was no real scolding in her voice. Just warmth. "Let’s get you into something more comfortable."

The diaper crinkled loudly as she slid it beneath him, the plastic cool against his skin. Anna powdered him generously, her fingers brushing lightly over his thighs, his hips. Lukas shivered, his breath hitching as she tapped the tapes into place, snug and secure. It was so much more than his pull-ups. So much more real.

As she helped him into a soft onesie, she leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. "Oh, by the way," she whispered, her voice dripping with playful authority, "from now on, all your orgasms happen in your diaper, baby. No exceptions."

Lukas’s face flushed crimson. He’d never done that before. The idea was mortifying. Thrilling. His body reacted before his mind could catch up, a shiver running down his spine. Anna, ever the teasing mommy, didn’t give him time to overthink it. Her hand slid down, cupping him through the thick padding, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles.

"Let go, baby," she murmured, her breath warm against his neck. "Show Mommy how much you love your new bedtime pants."

Lukas’s hands clenched the sheets. He tried to resist, but Anna’s touch was relentless, her voice a hypnotic lullaby. "That’s it," she cooed, her fingers pressing just a little harder. "You’re so close. Just let go."

A whimper escaped his lips as the pressure built, his hips bucking helplessly against her hand. The diaper crinkled with every movement, the sound filling the room. Lukas’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, his body trembling as he finally surrendered, his release spilling into the thick padding. The warmth spread, the crinkle growing louder, more insistent. Anna’s praise washed over him, her voice soft and soothing.

"Such a good boy," she whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Now you’ll sleep like a baby."

Lukas’s fingers twitched toward his diaper as Anna tucked him into bed, his cheeks still flushed. Anna smirked, knowing she’d won this round. She brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, her voice barely above a whisper.

Disclaimer: The image is property of @missfoxiemommy Toby’s workday had been long, the kind that made his shoulders ache and his mind buzz with spreadsheets and deadlines. As he pulled his car into the driveway, he let out a slow breath, already feeling the tension melt away. Home. His sanctuary. And more importantly, her... his wife, his love, the one person who could turn the world’s chaos into something manageable.

The front door creaked as he pushed it open, the familiar scent of vanilla and something sweet, maybe cookies, maybe her lotion, wrapping around him like a hug. “Honey?” he called, his voice already slipping into that softer tone he only used for her.

“In the living room, baby boy,” her voice floated back, warm and teasing. “Hurry up, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Toby kicked off his shoes, leaving them haphazardly by the door, and padded down the hall. The moment he stepped into the living room, his breath hitched. The curtains were drawn, casting the room in a golden, late-afternoon glow. The TV was already on, the bright, cheerful theme song of Bluey playing softly in the background. A pile of Legos sat on the coffee table, half-built and waiting. And there she was, his Mommy, curled up on the couch with a blanket draped over her lap and a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

“There’s my big boy,” she cooed, patting the space beside her. “Come here. You look exhausted.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Toby crossed the room, his tie already loose, his shirt untucked from the drive home. The moment he was close enough, she reached up and tugged him down onto the couch, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt. “Let Mommy take care of you,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to his temple.

Toby melted into her touch, his body already relaxing. This was his favorite part of the day, the moment he could shed the adult world and just be. Be little. Be hers.

Mommy’s hands were gentle but firm as she stripped him out of his work clothes, peeling away the slacks, the socks, the briefs. Toby wiggled a little, his face heating as the cool air hit his skin. He knew what was coming next, and the anticipation made his toes curl.

“Such a good boy, letting Mommy change you,” she praised, her voice dropping into that sweet, condescending tone that made his stomach flip. She reached for the diaper on the coffee table, a thick, babyish one. Toby’s cheeks burned.

“Uh-uh,” Mommy tutted, tapping his hip lightly. “Lift up. That’s it.”

The diaper rustled as she slid it beneath him, the crinkle loud in the quiet room. Toby bit his lip, his fingers twisting in the blanket as she fastened the tapes snugly around his waist. The thickness between his legs was immediately comforting, the way it hugged him, the way it owned him. He let out a shaky breath, his body sagging into the couch.

“There we go,” Mommy murmured, smoothing her hands over the front of his diaper. “All nice and snug. You’re gonna be so comfy, aren’t you?”

Toby nodded, his face buried against her shoulder. He could already feel the warmth spreading through him, the way his mind went fuzzy and soft at the edges. The diaper was wet, suddently wet but he didn’t care. Mommy didn’t seem to mind either. If anything, the way her fingers lingered as she adjusted the leg cuffs made him think she liked it.

“Now, what’s my good boy need?” Mommy asked, already reaching for the hem of her shirt. Toby’s breath hitched as she pulled it over her head, revealing the soft lace of her nursing bra. His mouth watered.

“M-milk, Mommy?” he whispered, his voice small.

“Such a polite little thing,” she cooed, unclasping her bra and letting it fall away. Toby’s eyes locked onto her, his body humming with need. She guided him into position, helping him latch with practiced ease. The first pull of sweet, warm milk had him moaning, his fingers clutching at her sides.

Mommy carded her fingers through his hair, her other hand resting possessively on his diapered bottom. “That’s it, baby. Drink up. You’ve been so good today.”

Toby whimpered around her nipple, his free hand reaching blindly for the pile of Legos. He fumbled with the blocks, his movements slow and uncoordinated as he sank deeper into his little headspace. The TV played in the background, the bright, cheerful voices of Bluey mixing with the soft sounds of his sucking, the occasional crinkle of his diaper as he shifted.

He wasn’t thinking about work anymore. He wasn’t thinking about anything, really. Just the warmth of Mommy’s skin, the taste of her milk, the way his diaper squished a little every time he moved.

Mommy pulled him off with a soft pop, wiping his mouth with her thumb. “Had enough, sweet boy?”

Toby nodded, his eyelids heavy. He was so relaxed, his body boneless and warm. Mommy helped him lie down, tucking a pillow under his head and draping the blanket over him. His Legos were still scattered across his lap, half-built and forgotten.

“You just rest, okay?” she murmured, brushing a kiss over his forehead. “Mommy’s right here.”

1. “Oh sweetpea… is that your I had a little accident face?”

2. “You didn’t even tell me, baby. Just sat there and let your diaper do all the work, huh?”

3. Pat pat “Uh-oh… someone’s squishier than they were five minutes ago.”

4. “You’re waddling like a ducky… do I need to do a diaper check right here?”

5. “You filled your diaper so much, baby, I’m gonna need two wipes and a prayer.”

6. “That’s your third soggy diaper today… do you just like the feeling now?”

7. “The way you blush when I say ‘stinky’ is so cute. My messy little one.”

8. “Did you seriously do that while I was talking? You couldn’t wait even one minute?”

9. “You know I heard the crinkle and the little grunt, right? Mommy notices everything.”

10. “You make such a cute face when you go… we really should record it next time.”

(From my daddy and from least to most embarrassing, as rated by me)

Rating scale: 1-2 sound like fun, 3-4 sound fun and blushy, 5-6 are embarrassing but doable, 7-8 are deffffinitely punishments, 9-10 are incredibly humiliating

Drinking water and holding game in public

1/10 - defffffinitely want to try this. Though I’ll regret it as soon as I really have to pee like I always do. 

Panties under diaper

2/10 - hehehe it kinda sounds fun, I wanna try! Daddy says because of that it’s not punishment enough though

Daddy wets Roo’s diaper while she has it on 

3/10 - So I don’t know if I’d like it, and I know for sure it would be embarrassing and a good punishment and make me feel super little… but I like the idea. 

Forced baby time (Roo is sat down at the TV and has to watch baby shows for a few hours and then get put down for a nap)

3/10 - the shows would be sooooo boring (which I guess is the point) but I love when Daddy forces me to nap even if I don’t wanna. I always feel better after.

Carseat (or sitting in the backseat)

4/10 - anything with a harness I’m really into, so this is no different. But I’d hate being in the backseat away from my daddy. I’d be so sad.

Forced bedwetting

4/10 - I put up a huge fuss about this last time, but honestly… I kinda liked it🫠 

BUT I don’t like having to do laundry because I have to wash my waterproof mattress cover in front of my roommates and it’s crinkly🥺

Take a picture of Roo’s wet diaper and post it to Tumblr to embarrass her. Or send it to some abdl friends ;)

4.5/10 - This is really super embarrassing, but I kinda also like my daddy showing me off… especially to abdl friends

Write a Tumblr post about you did wrong and read it out loud to Daddy

5/10 - the writing is fun, but the reading aloud is so freaking blushy! Especially when I have to say it really quiet cuz my roommates are home

Really girly outfit (pink and purple)

5/10 - 😳 it’s not my viiiibe, it’s too babyishhhhh

Spankings?

5/10 - I don’t like leaving marks from spanking or too hard or using any instruments other than your hand. But you putting me over your lap would be embarrassing and I’d learn my lesson.

Locking mittens for a day 

6/10 - it’s so vulnerable🥺 I like it but asking Daddy for literally everything would be hard for me

Nighttime diapers in public

6/10 - fuck, Daddy, they’re so hard to disguise :(

Roo has to bring a big bag full of her diapers and diaper supplies to class or around her friends 

6/10 - Roo doesn’t have to do that, fuck! No! What if they look?!

Kids menu at a restaurant

6/10 - IN-PERSON?! YOU’D ASK FOR ONE FOR ME? AGHHHHHHHH

Locking diaper cover, where she has to be in it until she soaks her pants

6/10 - and it might be higher. Till I soak my PANTS?????? Fuck.

Baby talk only for a day (no words, only baby babbling)

6/10 - this is also so vulnerable, I have to rely on my daddy for everything! It’s good practice I guess but soooooo embarrassing and little and agh

Daddy feeds her baby food for a day

7/10 - grossssssssss ew I don’t wanna... I like the idea of Daddy feeding me, though.

Make her wet her pants in class or a public place (enough to leave a wet spot but not a puddle… if she can control it)

7/10 - um what if I can’t stop🥺

Cloth diapers and plastic pants

7/10 - sounds a little like a sensory nightmare and beyond embarrassing looking

Using a training potty for a day 

7/10 - the whole day? I don’t even wanna use it at all!!

Child harness or leash

7/10 - still a good level of embarrassment, but sooooooo demeaning and little. Definitely only in the house. This is on the level of light puppy play for me.

Make her leave a babyish item where here roommates could see it (baby powder, wipes, diaper rash cream, etc.)

4/10 for baby powder or wipes, because those are explainable, BUT

7/10 for DIAPER CREAM BECAUSE OH MY GOD NO

Making her wear a crop top and baggy pants (that might show her diaper in public)

8/10 - THAT IS SO MEAN HOW DARE YOU. I don’t want people to see my crinkly waistband🥺

Embarrassing items (buying her a diaper genie, changing mat, rattles or baby toys, like little blocks, chew toys, things like that).

8/10 for the diaper genie, FUCKing no! How do I explain it? No! 

2/10 for the others, those sound like fun and I love stuff I can put in my mouth. Not a rattle, though, that’s embarrassing

Many many double/quadruple diapers in public

9/10 - Absolutely the fuck not! Jesus christ! Waddling in public????????? You’re gonna let everyone know I’m in diapers

Messy diaper

9/10 - UGH ACK NOOOO that’s so embarrassing no no no

Pooping with daddy present in the bathroom

9/10 - Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh no! What the heck! I can’t even think about this 

Diaper enema on changing table (or suppository)

10/10 - Hey! Fucking no! Nope. How do I look at you ever again? What the heck?

Babysitter with abdl Mommy

Oh, boy, there are so many other authors I enjoy reading on here! This list has been made before, and is definitely not exclusive (I often make these and end up adding to them as people remind me of who I miss)!

These are the blogs that I love who write more long form fiction:

@destinedfordiapers

@prettymuchpottytrained

@dearchloe

@mothergo0se

@diaperederica

@josies-corner

@hiddenbabygirl32

@diapydemon

@imtellingmommytoo

@rotten-apple-juice

@ameliemommy

@shushythedl

@fairiesthesecond

@emily8350

@the-girl-with-the-red-hat

@junipercommunes

@regressionschool

@rinicloverr

@diapergirlstories

@littlespace-astronaut

@paddedlittleparadise

@personalias

@all4thedips

@littledreambunny

@omnomnomdom

@boysrbabies

@paddeddweeb

@peculiarchangeling

@babyspank

@nycbabyjoey

@tentativetitlee

@thekinkyplayground

Hi! I'm Mad, Mads, Ollie, Papa, or Mr. Paci, depending on where you knew me from. I use he/him pronouns.

I'm an AB/DL, pansexual switch. I have a serious (vanilla) partner who is not into this scene, but she lets me play online to scratch my ageplay itch.

I love meeting new friends to play with either as a big, little, switch, or most importantly, to get to know you as a person. Feel free to reach out in my asks or in my DMs if you want to talk.

I have written a large number of stories that I will link below in a table of contents.

**IMPORTANT: ALL CHARACTERS IN MY STORIES AND POSTS ARE 18 OR OLDER.**

DNI: Minors, Bigots, Zoophiles, Pedophiles, or Jerks

Ageless blogs are blocked on sight.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

New You Gym

Kylee and Michael join a new gym that will change them and their relationship forever. (CW: Diapers, Wetting, Messing, Sex, Dubious Consent, Manipulation, Blackmail, Spanking)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26

The Birthday - COMPLETE!

A husband gets a surprise birthday weekend from his wife that he'll never forget. (CW: Diapers, Wetting, Messing, Sex, Dubious Consent, Bondage, Hypnosis)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9

Interludes: Halloween

Lindsey's Big Little Day

A woman throws a little-themed birthday party for her 30th in order to escape reality, if only for a little bit. (CW: Diapers, Spanking, Wetting, Messing, Sex, Teasing)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

The Playdate - COMPLETE!

A middle and her Mommy go over to her Mommy's best friend's house for a playdate with her little where relationships will forever be changed. (CW: Diapers, Spanking, Wetting, Messing, Bondage, Dubious Consent, Unfair)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2 , Chapter 3

Sarah's Playground

Sarah finds a magical amulet that allows her to reshape the world just how she wants it before learning how horrible magic can be when it falls into the wrong hand. (CW: Diapers, Breastfeeding, Spanking, Wetting, Messing, Lack of Consent, Reality Alteration, Sexual)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Babysitting for the Neighbor

Mads gets hired to babysit for his crush that lives down the street. It turns out to be a bigger, and more rewarding, than he bargained for. Written with the help of @diaperederica. (CW: Diapers, Sexual, Wetting, Messing)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Holidays with his Family

You never thought joining a new family would make you feel so small. (CW: Diapers, Ageplay, Messing, Dubious Consent, Wetting, Humiliation, Sexual)

Thanksgiving, Christmas, Labor Day - I, Labor Day - 2

The Prosecutor

A prosecutor at the top of her game has her life turned on its head after being placed in witness protection. (CW: Ageplay, Diapers, Bedwetting, Spanking, Wetting, Messing, Lack of Consent, Blackmail, Trauma, Panic attacks)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

Meeting My Friends - COMPLETE

A former highschool jock turned pathetic plaything for his current girlfriend, introduces his newest partner to his old friend. (CW: Ageplay, Diapers, Bedwetting, Wetting, Spanking, Nerdification, Lack of Consent, Femdom, Blackmail, Humiliation)

Part 1, Part 2

Christmas Dolly - COMPLETE (For Now)

A young professional gets a gift from her little sister that sends her holiday season spiraling. (CW: Ageplay, Diapers, Wetting, Messing, Dubious Consent, Reality Alteration)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Story II: Meeting the Family - A year later, despite her fears of Penelope using the doll again, Callie returns to her parents' home for Christmas to introduce them to her new girlfriend. (CW: Ageplay, Diapers, Wetting, Messing, Dubious Consent, Reality Alteration, Sexual)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10

You've Got Mail

A seemingly innocuous message from who looks like a Mommy scammer turns dark, as Oliver is slowly blackmailed into becoming a mysterious woman's plaything. (CW: Ageplay, Diapers, Wetting, Messing, Blackmail, Dubious Consent, Sexual, Exposure)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Little Days Daycare

After proving they can't take care of themselves anymore, Taylor's Daddy takes Taylor to Little Days Daycare for a day of blushes, caring, and adventure. (CW: Ageplay, Diapers, Wetting, Exposure, Messing)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Ollie Stories (#ollie's stories)

A collection of stories from the point of view of my little side, Ollie.

Papa's Posts (#papa's posts)

A collection of posts from my big side, Papa or Mr. Paci.

Maddie's Shorts (#maddie's shorts)

My more traditional short stories with no particular big or little tilt.

Ask Games (#ollie answers, #maddie answers, #papa answers)

#summer vacation - Ollie's adventures on summer vacation (CW: Diapers, Wetting, Messing, Teasing, Ageplay, Humiliation, Polyamory)

#five sentence stories - Stories in five sentences or less! (CW: Diapers, Wetting, Messing, Teasing, Ageplay, Humiliation)

#back to school - Stories from the start of the little/middle school year! (CW: Diapers, Ageplay, Wetting, Messing, Teasing, Humiliation)

#big brother Ollie - Stories about Ollie's adventures as a big brother (CW: Diapers, Ageplay, Wetting Messing, Teasing, Humiliation)

#'baby'sitting - Stories about babysitting! (CW: Diapers, Ageplay, Wetting, Messing, Teasing, Humiliation, Cucking)

#unconventional caregivers - Stories about unexpected caregivers (CW: Diapers, Ageplay, Wetting, Messing, Fauxcest, Teasing, Bullying, Humiliation)

#a mistake of identity - Stories about mistaken identity (CW: Diapers, Ageplay, Wetting, Messing, Teasing, Bullying, Humiliation, Dubious Consent)

So, your little has gotten themselves in trouble again and needs their baby tushy tanned to teach them a lesson? Here’s can you do to make sure their spanking is effective, efficient, and effortless.

-Don’t spank them where they stand. It may be tempting to act aggressively and hit them with a surprise swat, but the anticipation is just as important. Find a spot dedicated for punishments, whether it’s on the bed, a kitchen chair or the changing table, and tell them it’s time to go to their “spanking spot.”

-Once a little has gotten themselves in trouble, the don’t move unless you’re guiding them. Take one hand put it either on their shoulder or the back of their neck, and the other on their diapered bottom so that they feel that their ass is already yours. If they give you any resistance, throw them over your shoulder, but always keep one hand on their butt to reinforce the punishment.

-Once at the spanking spot, grab your little by both shoulders and start to ask them questions about what is going to happen and why. Examples include “do you know why we are at the spanking spot?,” “did you think mommy/daddy wanted to punish you today?,” and “how many spankings do you think your behavior has warranted little one?”

-Wheter or not you use an implement is your preference, but to add to the embarrassment, if your little is cooperating, have them fetch the one you want. Nothing is more intimidating for a young one than having to give their sentence out to themselves.

-Assuming they’re fully clothed and have been properly scolded, it’s time for the ritual of undressing. Don’t be too slow as to wane the impact of what you’ve told them, but going too fast will rob them of the time to think through what brought them hear.

-Don’t take their pants fully off if you allow your little to wear them. Instead drop them somewhere between their knees and their calves so that they can’t separate their legs, reducing their mobility.

-As for their diaper, it’s best to just push down the back to their thighs, or to fully untape it but leave it between your little’s private parts and your lap. The whole experience can be so emotional for a little one they lose control and wet themselves, so save yourself the trouble and keep that diaper in place. Allow the one comforting thing during their spanking to also be a reminder of their infancy.

-If they’re being so disobedient that you can’t get them over your lap, it’s time to break out the restraints. Personally, I think lying them facedown on the changing table and tying their limbs to the padding is best. Then just tear the back of their diaper off and begin their punishment!

-Remember, a spanking for the sake of punishment should always end in tears! No matter the position, if they ain’t crying, they haven’t been punished yet.

1. I’m glad you’re home from work sweetie, why don’t you tell me about your day while I put you in your diapers.

2. Come over here little one, I thought I smelled something stinky and I need to check if it was your diaper!

3. Is your diaper squishy baby? It looks like you’ve already had an accident.

4. Behave baby, there’s only 2 ways that diaper is coming off: when mommy/daddy needs to change you, and when they need to spank you.

5. Let me check your diaper honey, I need to make sure I put enough powder on you so you don’t get a rash today.

6. I think this store has a family restroom, let’s go inside and do a quick diaper check to see if you’re going to leak prince/princess.

7. You can’t sit on the couch baby, sit on daddy/mommy’s lap. Your diaper has more than enough padding to keep you comfy.

8. I hope your hungry baby, because you’re not getting out of that diaper until you make stinkies for me.

9. Bend over baby, I need to check the leg cuffs of your diaper, otherwise you’re going to leak with how much pee pee you make!

10. I think you’re just too little for pull-ups baby, let’s try again later. For now, let mommy/daddy put your diaper on and we can forget about the potty for a while.

11. Uh-oh, I think I smell poopies! Did you make a messy in your diapies baby?

12. Up on the changing table little one, you know the rules, it’s either a padded bum or a paddled bum in this house.

13. Now that’s a thick diaper you’ve got on baby! I guess you’re just going to have to crawl around the house now.

14. Do you want daddy/mommy to hold you while you make a pushie baby? It’s okay, mommy/daddy will help you get comfortable.

15. Of course you need to wear a diaper to the park baby, a little one like you isn’t going to want to stop playing to go to the bathroom!

16. Let’s practice counting by seeing how many diapers we have left before we buy you new ones baby, I think we’re running low!

17. Well, I could put a plug in your bottom if you aren’t going to go poopoo, it’s your choice baby.

18. You’re waddling again prince/princess, mommy/daddy knows that means your diaper is full. Come over and let me check.

19. I’m putting a booster in your diaper baby, and don’t fuss over it, you know you can’t control yourself on long car rides.

20. Sit next to me baby, that way I can check your diaper under the table during dinner.

21. I can’t believe I have to change you in the backseat! You must be just a little baby if you can’t make it through a car ride without a diaper change.

22. I love how these jammies have a flap in the back baby, perfect for checking for stinkies before bedtime!

23. I think I’m gonna put you in the crib for nap time baby, but not before I put a nighttime diaper on you, you’re such a heavy wetter when you sleep.

24. Hold still for your diaper change little one, mommy/daddy needs to put cream on your bottom so you don’t get a rash from your stinkies.

25. Don’t make me tie you down during nap time baby, you know not to try and use the bathroom. Mommy/daddy will change you when they come to wake you up.

26. If you’re such a big girl/boy, why did mommy have to change your diaper when you woke up wet today?

27. Baby, you haven’t made poppies in nearly 2 days, does mommy/daddy need to give you medicine to make it better? Let’s go to the changing table and put a suppository in your bottom little one.

28. I think it’s time to go honey, you always get fussy right before you have an accident in your diapers.

29. It doesn’t matter that you don’t want to wear diapers baby, I want you to wear them and what mommy/daddy says goes.

30. Don’t hide from me baby, I can smell that stinky bum all the way from here!

31. Did you just leak through your diaper into your pants? Okay, come over my lap baby, you’re getting a spanking for not telling me you were already wet.

32. Now that your home let’s lock up all your big boy/girl clothes, I think you need baby time for this whole weekend. Changing table, now.

33. Look at how cute this onesie is baby! It’s for crotch snaps so mommy/daddy can clean up your messy bottom, and it would go great with your pink diapers!

34. Don’t pretend like you don’t like your diapers baby, mommy/daddy sees how excited you get down there when they change you.

35. It’s been almost 2 hours since I changed you baby, are you sure you aren’t wet yet? I think we need to do a diaper check.

36. Cry all you want baby, maybe that’ll make you feel better for having an accident in your panties yesterday. It’s diaper time for you from here on out.

37. Hush baby, daddy/mommy will change you when you fully use your diaper. One wetting doesn’t cut it when they’re that thick.

38. I love it when you wet your diapers baby, it’s so fun to squeeze and squish your soggy bottom!

39. That’s your third cup of juice today baby, you must really like wetting your diapers since you’re definitely not using the potty today.

40. Don’t touch your diaper baby, if you need something come to mommy/daddy first, they know how it needs to fit best.

41. I’ll check on you during the night to make sure you don’t leak baby, so don’t be afraid to have an accident while you sleep.

42. It’s too bad you can’t touch yourself like mommy/daddy, you’ll just have to rub the front of your diaper if you want to cum.

43. I love the way these tights fit you baby, they really show off the diaper you’re wearing!

44. Don’t move a muscle baby, I can smell that poppy diaper from a mile away! Let’s get you changed in the nursery right now.

45. Don’t you love your diapers baby? They’re so soft and thick, perfect for mommy/daddy to pat your bottom over.

46. You’re not leaving that bouncer until you wet your diaper baby, end of story.

47. Oops, I think I put too much baby powder on you little one, I can’t wait to see it poof out the back of your diaper when you sit down!

48. Shhhhhh it’s okay prince/princess, daddy/mommy knows you can’t control yourself, that’s why you had your diaper on. Come on, let’s check and see the damage.

49. Rise and shine baby, let’s get you on the changing table right now, mommy/daddy knows that you can’t wake up dry.

50. Mommy/daddy loves you little one, diapered bottom and all!

Mrs. Harlow hummed softly as she stirred a pot on the stove, the smell of warm baby food filling the kitchen. After a few more minutes, she wiped her hands on a towel and walked back into the living room to check on her little one.

The moment she got closer to the bouncer, she paused.

The scent hit her first — warm, unmistakable, and very babyish. Then she saw it: Emily still bouncing gently, pacifier bobbing, but the thick diaper between her legs looked dramatically different. The once-clean duckie prints were now darkened and slightly swollen. The padding had sagged heavily in the seat, and there was a clear, mushy bulge pressing against the bouncer straps.

Mrs. Harlow’s lips curved into a knowing, affectionate smile.

“Oh, sweetheart…” she said softly, stepping right up to the bouncer. She reached down and gave the seat of the diaper a gentle squeeze. Her fingers sank into the warm, squishy mess with a loud, wet squish-squelch.

“You had both accidents while you were bouncing, didn’t you? Number one and number two. While Mommy was making lunch.”

Emily’s face instantly turned bright red. She looked up at Mrs. Harlow with wide, glassy eyes, pacifier still between her lips, but didn’t try to deny it. The heavy, loaded diaper shifted noticeably under Mrs. Harlow’s hand with every tiny movement.

Mrs. Harlow gave the messy seat another slow, deliberate squeeze, feeling the warmth and the soft give of the accident.

“Mmm, it’s a big one too. You really let go while you were playing in your bouncer like a proper baby. Such a soggy, messy little froggy.”

She leaned down and kissed Emily’s forehead tenderly.

“But Mommy’s not going to change you right away. You’re going to stay right here in your full, squishy diapee for a little while longer while I finish making lunch. I want you to really feel what you did. Bounce gently and marinate in it, okay?”

Emily whimpered softly around her pacifier, but her body gave a tiny, involuntary bounce — making the heavy mess shift and press against her even more.

Mrs. Harlow smiled and returned to the kitchen, leaving Emily alone in the bouncer once again.

For the next fifteen minutes, Emily continued to bounce slowly. Every movement made the warm, mushy load squish and smear inside the diaper in the most humiliating and strangely comforting way. The combination of the heavy wetting and the mess created a thick, clinging sensation that she couldn’t ignore.

She knows… she felt how messy I am and she’s just leaving me in it. She wants me to sit in my own accidents while she cooks.

The thought made her blush furiously, but there was also a deep, floating calm underneath it.

This is what babies do. They make messes and stay in them until Mommy decides it’s time. And I… I’m her baby right now.

When Mrs. Harlow finally returned, she unbuckled Emily from the bouncer and carried her straight to the highchair. The heavily loaded diaper sagged low between her legs, squishing loudly with every step.

Mrs. Harlow strapped her in securely — tray locked down, bib tied around her neck. Then she began feeding her lunch: big spoonfuls of warm, mushed carrots and peas. Bright orange and green puree coated the spoon as Mrs. Harlow brought it to Emily’s lips again and again.

“Open wide for Mommy,” she cooed. “Lots of veggies for my growing baby.”

Emily ate obediently, cheeks flushing as the messy diaper continued to press and squish against the highchair seat with every small movement. Carrots and peas smeared across her bib and around her mouth, but Mrs. Harlow just wiped her gently between bites and kept feeding her.

When the bowls were finally empty, Mrs. Harlow cleaned Emily’s face, unbuckled the tray, and lifted her into her arms.

“Come here, my messy girl. Time for some mommy milk to wash all that down.”

She carried Emily to the rocking chair, unbuttoned her blouse, and settled the girl against her bare breast. Emily latched on immediately, suckling in deep, rhythmic pulls. The warm milk flowed steadily while Mrs. Harlow rocked her slowly, one hand resting on the heavily loaded, sagging diaper.

Halfway through the nursing session, Emily felt it again — that familiar, unstoppable pressure. She was too relaxed, too full, too deep in little space to fight it.

A long, warm wave of number 1 flooded out first, soaking even deeper into the already messy diaper. Then, almost immediately after, another soft push of number 2 added to the load. The diaper grew even heavier and mushier, the mess spreading and squishing noticeably under Mrs. Harlow’s hand.

Mrs. Harlow felt the fresh warmth and the change in texture right away. She gave the seat a gentle, knowing squeeze and smiled down at her nursing baby.

“There’s another one,” she whispered lovingly. “You’re having another accident while you nurse on Mommy’s milk. Such a helpless little thing… just letting everything go while you suckle. That’s exactly what good babies do.”

Emily’s eyes fluttered closed, cheeks burning, but she kept nursing deeper, lost in the warm milk, the gentle rocking, and the thick, squishy reality of her very full, very messy diaper.

Mrs. Harlow continued rocking her, hand never leaving the heavily used padding.

“Don’t worry, baby. You can stay like this a little longer. Mommy loves taking care of her messy little froggy.”

Mrs. Harlow continued rocking Emily gently while she nursed, her hand resting on the heavily loaded, sagging diaper. She could feel how full and messy it had become — warm, squishy, and pressing firmly against her thigh with every slow rock.

When Emily finally finished nursing and let out a tiny, sleepy sigh, Mrs. Harlow kissed her forehead.

“Time for a change, my messy little froggy. You’ve been marinating in that big accident long enough.”

She carried Emily to the nursery and laid her down on the changing table. The frog onesie was unsnapped and peeled up, fully revealing the extremely swollen and sagging diaper. The tapes were straining from the weight of both accidents.

Mrs. Harlow took her time. She ripped the tapes open one by one with slow rrrrrip sounds, then carefully peeled the heavy, messy padding away. The warm, thick mess was revealed completely. Emily’s face burned with embarrassment, but Mrs. Harlow only cooed softly.

“Such a big, messy baby. You really filled your diapee, didn’t you?”

She cleaned Emily thoroughly with warm wipes — slow, gentle strokes front to back, making sure every bit of the accident was taken care of. Then came a generous cloud of baby powder, the sweet scent filling the nursery. Finally, Mrs. Harlow slid a fresh, extra-thick nighttime diaper underneath her. This one was even puffier than the last, with soft pastel stars and moons across the front.

She taped it on nice and snug, the loud rips echoing in the quiet room, then snapped Emily back into a clean, soft onesie — pale yellow with little duckies.

“All fresh and clean,” Mrs. Harlow murmured, lifting her into her arms for a cuddle. “Now it’s time for a nice long nap.”

She carried Emily to the crib, laid her down on her back, and pulled the soft blanket up to her chest. The mobile was wound, and the gentle lullaby began playing as the stars turned slowly overhead.

“Sleep tight, baby girl,” Mrs. Harlow whispered, lowering the crib rail slightly so she could stroke Emily’s cheek. “You’ve had a very big day.”

Emily’s eyes were already drifting shut, the thick, clean diaper crinkling softly beneath her as she settled in. The pacifier stayed between her lips. Within minutes, she was fast asleep.

When Emily woke up, the nursery was dim and quiet. She blinked sleepily, feeling the fresh, thick diaper between her legs — still dry and puffy. She stretched a little, letting out a small whimper around her pacifier.

The door opened almost immediately.

Sarah stepped in, smiling brightly, still wearing her jeans and hoodie from earlier but carrying the familiar diaper bag over her shoulder.

“Hey there, sleepy froggy,” Sarah said softly, lowering the crib rail. “I decided to come back for a little while before it gets too late. Mommy said you had a big messy change and a good nap.”

She reached into the crib and lifted Emily out, cradling her against her chest like she weighed nothing. Emily nuzzled into Sarah’s shoulder, still half-asleep and deeply regressed.

Sarah carried her over to the rocking chair and sat down, arranging Emily across her lap so her padded bottom rested comfortably on Sarah’s thighs.

“Big Sister’s here now,” Sarah murmured, gently rocking. One hand slipped under the onesie to rest on the front of the fresh diaper, rubbing slow, soothing circles. “Did you miss me? I missed my favorite leaky baby.”

Emily gave a tiny nod, pacifier bobbing. She felt safe and small again in Sarah’s arms.

Sarah kept rubbing the diaper front in lazy patterns, occasionally giving it a gentle pat.

“You’re all nice and dry right now… but I bet that won’t last long with Big Sister taking care of you.” She leaned down and kissed Emily’s temple. “Want a bottle while we cuddle? Or should we just rock for a while and see what happens?”

Emily made a soft, needy sound and snuggled closer, her thick diaper crinkling quietly with every small movement.

Sarah smiled and tightened her hold.

“That’s what I thought. Just relax, baby. Big Sister’s got you now.”

You wriggle awake slowly, the sun shining through the partially opened curtains, and you pause noticing it’s not the usually nursery you take your nap in. As you stretch your hand touches something warm and soft. Looking over you realize you fell asleep next to someone.

Closing your eyes you remembered after your diaper change mommy has you crawl to her room and into her bed. Disney was playing and you were nursing until your eyes drifted close. You feel the bed move a little and look over to where mommy is now stretching and yawning. Smiling as she sees you are awake now. You feel shy and hide behind your blanket some.

She whispers, “Hi, baby, did you have a good nap.” As she reaches for you gently you roll into her side and resting your head on her chest. As you start to relax you feel her hand slip down to check your diaper and you gasp when she places pressure on the front of your diaper.

She goes to move her hand away and you grab her wrist. Even with her giving you the mommy look you don’t pull back, just hold her wrist until she rolls her eyes and mumbles something about “a spoiled diapered baby.” You can’t help but giggle.

Before you know it you are flipped onto your back, the blanket pulled back, and your thick, squishy diaper on full display.

“Tsk,tsk what do we have here? I just changed your diaper before nap time” Mommy says.

Still holding her wrist you pull her hand back to the front of your diaper and as she rubs you let go just enough she can pull her hand away. “Such a naughty baby,” she whispers and shakes her head. You can’t help but laugh because you know it’s true.

Mommy moves and straddles you, you try to push your hips up to hump against her but the angle of her hips make it impossible for you to do so. Slipping your hand up you grab her chest and pull your head up so you can suckle through the frustration. The harder you suckle the more mommy moans above you until she finally puts her hips just right and you are able to hump against her.

The moment your warm squishy diaper rubs against you, you rest your head back down slide your hands down to mommy’s hips trying to control the pressure and speed but knowing that’s not how it works.

When you try to pull her hips down she stops moving causing you to need to push up into her. You let out a whine because there is only your wet diaper rubbing against you again.

She chuckles darkly, “Awwwww does the wittle diapered baby feel they deserve a special treat?”

All you can do is groan because you were sooooo close and now you may not get your reward.

“Please mommy!” you beg and plead.

Slipping off of you she lays next to you and begins to rub the front of your diaper again. You are frustrated from the lack of feeling her body against yours, but it still feels good and you hump against her hand until you make cummies in your diaper.

“Mmmmm such a good baby,” she says, “knowing that your diapers are for everything now”

Slowly I peek into your nursery and quietly walkover to your crib where you are laying on your back playing with your stuffie. I smile softly as I slip my hand through the crib bars and check your diaper. Chuckling softly at how squishy your diaper is, and quietly whispering,

“That’s mommy’s wittle super soaker.”

Slowly I lower your crib bars making sure you are safe and I slide in next to you.

You turn and nuzzle into my chest and I laugh and say, “baby knows it’s milky time.” Carefully I unsnap my bra as I slip your paci from your lips you wrap your hands around my breast. Teasing my nipple against your lips you open and begin to suckle starting to fill your tummy with mommy’s milk.

Quietly I remind you what a good wittle baby you are for mommy and rub the front of your diaper. Teasing you about now that you are diapered all the time that is where all your cummies go. Forever and always, and never without permission.

You moan and whimper around my nipple pushing your hips up into my hand until I slip my breast from your lips and my hand from your diaper.You whimper and pout because you miss the feel of my hand on your diaper and my nipple in your mouth.

Shaking my head at you I tease your lips with my other nipple and you latch on greedily, wrapping your hands around my breast like I’m going to take it away again.

I go back to rubbing the front of your diaper, smiling as your hips start to push up in a stuttered movement. As you make cummies I whisper in your ear, “remember it’s mommy’s milk in and baby’s milk out.”

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Mrs. Harlow kept rocking Emily in the nursery chair, the fresh morning bottle pressed steadily to her lips. Emily suckled in slow, dreamy pulls—eyes mostly closed, bonnet ribbons dangling loose, one small hand clutching the front of Mrs. Harlow’s nightgown like it was the only thing anchoring her to the world. The thick new diaper crinkled softly with every gentle rock, still pristine white and puffy between her thighs.

When the bottle finally ran dry with a soft slurp, Mrs. Harlow eased the nipple free and wiped the tiny dribble from Emily’s chin with her thumb.

“There we go, my sleepy little milk-drinker,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “All full and warm inside. Now let’s get some tummy time in before your playmate arrives. It’ll help everything settle… and maybe help that full little tummy decide what it wants to do next.”

She carried Emily to the living-room playmat—thick and pastel-colored, scattered with soft blocks and a few plush toys. Mrs. Harlow laid her down gently on her belly, positioning a rolled receiving blanket under her chest so her head stayed up comfortably. The footie pajamas hugged her snugly; the extra-thick diaper forced her legs apart in that helpless frog pose, bottom elevated just enough that the padding bulged prominently under the drop-seat snaps.

Emily rested her cheek on the mat, pacifier bobbing as she reached for the nearest plush bunny and gave it a lazy squeeze. The motion made her rock forward slightly—tummy pressing into the mat, then lifting again with each tiny wiggle. The gentle pressure against her full belly felt good… too good.

Mrs. Harlow knelt beside her, rubbing slow circles over the padded seat.

“That’s my good girl. Just wiggle and play. Let Mommy watch how cute you look all sprawled out.”

Emily cooed softly around the paci, kicking her feet in tiny bicycling motions. Each kick made the diaper crinkle and shift; each press of her tummy against the mat sent a little ripple of pressure downward. She didn’t fight it. Didn’t even think about fighting it.

A warm flutter started low in her belly—familiar, inevitable. She rocked forward again… and let go.

The first rush came in a long, slow wave—warm and unstoppable, soaking straight into the fresh padding with a faint, soft hiss. Emily kept wiggling, kept kicking, as if the accident were just another part of playtime. The diaper swelled quickly under her, the tapes pulling tighter, the teddy-bear prints stretching across the darkening front. Another long release followed, then a smaller trickle—her body completely relaxed, completely surrendered.

By the time the flow tapered off, the diaper was noticeably heavier—sagging between her thighs, squishing audibly every time she shifted her weight. A warm, wet heat pressed back against her skin; the padding had done its job, but it was already starting to feel full and clingy.

Emily let out a tiny, contented sigh and nuzzled the plush bunny harder, oblivious or uncaring.

That was the exact moment the front door opened.

Sarah stepped in—keys jingling, coffee cup in one hand, diaper bag slung over her shoulder like she’d never left. She froze in the doorway, eyes going wide, then sparkling with instant delight as she took in the scene: Emily on her tummy on the playmat, footies hiked up just enough to show the massively swollen, obviously soaked diaper, cheeks flushed, pacifier bobbing happily.

“Ohhh my god,” Sarah breathed, setting her coffee down on the entry table. “Round two starts with a bang, huh?”

Mrs. Harlow looked up from where she was still rubbing Emily’s back and smiled warmly.

“She just had a lovely little accident during tummy time. Couldn’t even wait for you to get here.”

Sarah crossed the room in quick, eager steps and dropped to her knees beside the playmat. She reached out immediately, pressing her palm flat against the front of the sodden diaper through the footie snaps.

“Mmm… feel that?” she whispered, giving a gentle squeeze. The padding yielded with a loud, wet squish. “You really let go, didn’t you, Em? Right in the middle of playtime. Soaked your fresh morning diapee before breakfast was even cold.”

Emily whimpered softly—half embarrassment, half something warmer—and rocked her hips forward instinctively, pressing the heavy wet bulk harder against Sarah’s hand. Sarah chuckled low and rubbed in slow, encouraging circles.

“Good girl. No hiding it. Your bestie gets to feel exactly how helpless and leaky you are.”

Mrs. Harlow stood and stepped back a little, giving them space.

“I’ll go warm another bottle,” she said softly. “You two catch up. She’s all yours for tummy time… and whatever comes next.”

Sarah grinned, lying down on her side next to Emily so they were face-to-face on the mat.

“Hey, baby,” she whispered, brushing a strand of hair from Emily’s forehead. “Miss me?”

Emily’s eyes were glassy, pacifier bobbing as she reached out one chubby hand to pat Sarah’s cheek.

Sarah caught the hand and kissed the palm.

“Me too. And look at you—already giving me the best welcome-back present.” She gave the soaked diaper another loving pat. Squish. “We’re gonna have so much fun today. More bottles, more bounces, more accidents… and maybe, if you’re extra sweet, I’ll crawl around with you for a while. Matching padded princesses again.”

Emily let out a tiny, happy coo around the paci and rocked forward once more—another small trickle escaping into the already flooded padding, warm and slow and perfectly okay.

Sarah felt it immediately and leaned in to press her forehead to Emily’s.

“That’s my girl,” she murmured. “Keep letting go. I’ve got you. We’ve got all day.”

The playmat crinkled under them.

The morning light poured in.

Sarah dropped fully onto the playmat beside Emily, stretching out on her tummy so their faces were inches apart. The soft pastel foam gave slightly under her elbows; she could feel the faint warmth radiating from Emily’s body, the sweet lingering scent of baby powder mixed with the unmistakable warm, musky note of a very recent, very heavy wetting.

She reached out slowly, letting her fingertips trace the outline of the swollen diaper through the thin cotton of the footie pajamas. The padding felt hot under her palm—soggy and heavy, the plastic shell stretched taut and slightly translucent where the wetness had soaked through most deeply. When Sarah pressed just a little firmer, right over the darkened teddy-bear prints, the diaper gave a long, liquid squish-squelch that made Emily’s hips twitch forward involuntarily.

“Mmm, listen to that,” Sarah whispered, voice low and intimate, almost reverent. “So full it’s practically talking back to me. Feel how warm it is against your skin? Like a big, cozy hug that won’t let go.”

Emily’s pacifier bobbed faster; her eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide. She let out a tiny, muffled whine and rocked her padded hips again—slow, instinctive grinding against the mat. The movement forced another small trickle out; Sarah felt the fresh heat bloom under her hand, the diaper drinking it up with another soft hiss.

Sarah’s own breathing quickened just a fraction. She shifted closer until their padded hips bumped—crinkle meeting crinkle, though Emily’s was far wetter and heavier. She slid one arm under Emily’s chest, half-hugging her from the side so their bonnets (Emily’s still slightly crooked from sleep) brushed together.

“I could stay like this all morning,” Sarah murmured against Emily’s ear. “Just feeling you get squishier… warmer… heavier. Every little wiggle makes it worse, doesn’t it? Makes you leak a little more. Makes you feel even smaller.”

Emily’s fingers curled into the plush bunny beside her head; she pressed her cheek harder against the mat and let her hips rock again—deliberate this time. Another warm rush escaped, longer this time, spreading through the already saturated core until Sarah could actually feel the diaper sag a tiny bit lower between Emily’s thighs.

Sarah gave a soft, delighted laugh. “There she goes again. Good girl. Let your bestie feel every drop.”

Mrs. Harlow returned then, warm bottle in one hand and the changing supplies already tucked under her arm. She knelt gracefully on the other side of the playmat.

“Looks like our little one is putting on quite the show for company,” she said fondly. “Time for a quick change before she starts dripping through. We don’t want a puddle on the nice playmat.”

Sarah reluctantly lifted her hand but stayed close, watching as Mrs. Harlow unsnapped the drop-seat of the footies. The sodden diaper was revealed in full—bulging massively at the crotch, tapes straining, the white plastic now faintly yellow-tinged in the center from how thoroughly it had been used. A thin sheen of wetness glistened along the inner leg gathers.

Mrs. Harlow worked quickly but gently. She ripped the tapes open with four sharp rrrrrips, peeled the heavy, clinging padding away (it came free with a wet sucking sound and a stronger wave of that warm, intimate baby scent), and wiped Emily clean with lavender-scented wipes—slow strokes front to back, between every fold, until Emily’s skin was pink and fresh.

Powder next: a generous cloud puffed over her, the sweet talc scent blooming in the air. Emily shivered at the cool tickle; Sarah reached over and stroked her cheek soothingly.

“Almost done, baby. Then you get to be all fresh and crinkly again.”

The new diaper was slid underneath—extra-thick daytime one this time, with soft pink edges and little smiling clouds across the landing zone. Mrs. Harlow pulled it up snug between Emily’s thighs, taped it securely (three loud rips per side), and patted the front firmly. The fresh padding crinkled crisply under her palm—no squish, just clean, dry bulk.

The drop-seat was snapped closed again. Emily was rolled gently onto her back so Mrs. Harlow could smooth everything flat.

Sarah leaned down and nuzzled Emily’s neck, inhaling the clean powder smell. “There. All better. Smells like fresh baby again… for now.”

Mrs. Harlow lifted Emily into her arms for a quick cuddle, then settled her back onto the playmat—this time on her back so she could see both women hovering over her.

Sarah stretched out beside her once more, this time lying on her side, head propped on one hand. She rested her free palm lightly on the front of the fresh diaper, thumb rubbing slow circles over the cloud prints.

“Round two, part two,” she whispered. “Fresh start… but I bet it won’t stay dry long with both of us here keeping you company.”

Emily looked up at her best friend, then at Mrs. Harlow, pacifier bobbing contentedly. She reached up with both hands—one toward Sarah’s face, one toward Mrs. Harlow’s—and made a tiny, needy sound around the paci.

Both women smiled.

Mrs. Harlow reached for the waiting bottle and cradled Emily’s head in her lap.

The night passed in soft, dreamless waves—Emily curled in the crib under the drop-seat footie pajamas Mrs. Harlow had slipped her into after the long rocking cuddle. The extra-thick nighttime diaper (the one with the reinforced panels and little moon-and-star prints) had done its job too well. Every time Emily stirred or sighed in her sleep, another small, warm release had slipped out, soaking deeper and deeper until the padding was heavy, sagging, and completely saturated by morning.

Sunlight filtered through the nursery curtains in pale gold stripes when Emily finally woke.

She didn’t move at first—just lay there on her back, legs splayed naturally around the massive, sodden bulge between her thighs. The diaper felt enormous now: warm and swollen to the point of discomfort, the tapes straining visibly under the footie’s snap crotch. Every tiny shift sent a slow, heavy slosh through the bulk; the wetness had wicked up the front and back, darkening the moon prints into faint, blurry shadows. A faint, unmistakable baby-powder-and-urine scent clung to the air around her.

Emily blinked slowly up at the spinning mobile, pacifier still loosely between her lips. She suckled once, twice—instinctive comfort—and felt the first conscious awareness of how thoroughly soaked she was. Not just wet. Super soaked. The kind of soaked where the padding no longer felt cushiony at all—just heavy, clinging, pressing insistently against every sensitive inch.

A small, embarrassed whimper escaped around the paci.

She tried to roll onto her side to ease the pressure, but the weight of the diaper pinned her hips down; the movement only made everything squish louder, a wet schlick-schlick that echoed in the quiet room. Another tiny trickle escaped on its own—uncontrollable now, the last of her nighttime reserves finding its way into the already overwhelmed padding.

The baby monitor picked up the soft sound immediately.

Footsteps padded down the hall. The nursery door opened and Mrs. Harlow stepped in, already smiling at the sight of her rumpled, bonnet-less (the satin one had come untied sometime in the night), footie-clad baby girl squirming in obvious distress.

“Good morning, my sweet soggy muffin,” she cooed, lowering the crib rail without hurry. “Did someone wake up extra, extra leaky today?”

Emily’s cheeks flushed scarlet. She reached both arms up in silent plea—pick me up, please, fix this—but didn’t try to speak. Words felt far away.

Mrs. Harlow scooped her up gently, one hand cradling under the heavy, dripping bottom so nothing leaked onto her nightgown. The sodden diaper sagged low between Emily’s legs, pressing warmly against Mrs. Harlow’s arm the moment she was lifted.

“Oh honey,” Mrs. Harlow murmured, giving the seat a gentle, assessing squeeze. It yielded with a loud, unmistakable squelch—so full it felt almost liquid under her fingers. “You really let go all night, didn’t you? This poor diapee is absolutely bursting. Look how low it’s hanging… you must feel so full and messy.”

Emily buried her burning face in Mrs. Harlow’s shoulder, pacifier bobbing frantically as she suckled for comfort. Her legs dangled uselessly; every tiny kick made the soaked padding swing and slosh against her skin.

Mrs. Harlow carried her straight to the changing table and laid her down with extra care. She unsnapped the drop-seat footie slowly, peeling it back to reveal the massively swollen diaper—tapes stretched to their limit, the once-white plastic now translucent in places from the sheer volume inside.

“Shhh, no fussing,” Mrs. Harlow soothed as she ripped the tapes free one by one. The diaper peeled away with a heavy, wet sound—sagging in the center like an overfilled water balloon, skin flushed and damp underneath. “Such a good girl for holding everything until morning… even if it was in the wrong place.”

Emily whimpered softly, legs kicking feebly in the cool air.

Mrs. Harlow wiped her clean with warm, lavender-scented wipes—taking slow, thorough strokes front to back, between every fold—then puffed on an extra-generous cloud of baby powder. The sweet scent filled the room as she slid a fresh overnight diaper underneath: even thicker than the last, with double leak guards and cute little sleeping teddy bears across the front. She pulled it up snug between Emily’s thighs, taping it extra tight so the bulk forced her legs into that familiar, helpless spread.

Once the footie pajamas were snapped closed again (drop-seat still accessible for quick checks), Mrs. Harlow lifted her close for a long, rocking cuddle right there on the changing table’s edge.

“There we go,” she whispered, rubbing slow circles over the fresh, crinkly padding. “All clean and cozy again. Mommy’s so proud of her super-soaked baby for sleeping so deeply and letting everything out like a perfect little one should.”

Emily nuzzled deeper, pacifier suckling in soft, needy pulls. The new diaper felt wonderfully thick and secure after the heavy, clinging mess of the night one.

Mrs. Harlow carried her over to the rocking chair and settled in, Emily cradled across her lap like always.

“Big day ahead,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to Emily’s temple. “Maybe some morning bottles in the highchair… tummy time on the playmat… and if you’re extra good, we’ll invite Sarah over again for another playdate. But first—”

She reached for the bedside warmer and pulled out a fresh, oversized bottle of morning milk.

“—let’s start with something nice and warm to help you settle back into little space.”

Emily’s eyes fluttered half-closed as the nipple was guided to her lips. She latched on eagerly, suckling in slow, dreamy rhythm while Mrs. Harlow rocked her gently, hand resting possessively on the front of the fresh, crinkly diaper.

The sun climbed higher outside.

The nursery stayed warm and quiet.