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Chocolate Mooglebun Painting
Earlier on during my Twitter âcareerâ I decided to make myself a new display pic as a result of some TF-related shenanigans. I took it as an opportunity to practice some painting, and this is what resulted.
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These sweatpants donât hide my diapie very well.. oh wells Daddy says babies arenât supposed to worry if their diapies are noticeable or not, after all theyâre something we need
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Donât You Cheat
Here is a story someone requested. Yeah, I said I had deadlines to worry about, but I got bored and thought this would be fun. It turned out a lot longer than I thought it would, but thatâs a good thing!
Once again, please provide feedback and reblog if you want to see more. I wrote this because of someoneâs suggestion.
P.S. Recently, Iâve been using pictures from a MEGA dump I found last week. Some of the pictures Iâve been using donât have watermarks, like several here. I donât know what is and isnât fair use, so if I used your photo and you want it removed, ask nicely. I own none of the photos I used.
P.S.S. Check my grammar and spelling.
Alice was my world, my everything. We had been together for two years and it seemed like nothing in the world could tear us apart. But the comfort of our relationship blinded me to the harsh reality that she was a cheater.
I always trusted her to do the right thing, so it was a shock to me when I found a used condom in our garbage pail considering Alice and I hadnât had sex in more than a week. Iâm not dumb, so I investigated it a bit further and found hundreds of sexually charged messages going back months between her and dozens of guys. I questioned her, leaving the messages out of my interrogation, and she denied everything right to my face.
So I decided that she needed some help remembering how to behave. She wasnât always like this, the first year and a half of our relationship were grand. This was an issue that I was sure hypnosis could easily fix.
I set to work that night, downloading and studying every file that I could get my hands on, trying to craft the perfect recipe to teach Alice the lesson that she so clearly needed. Â I played the new file that I built for her night after night, knowing that she was still cheating on me, but buying my time.
Two weeks after I started the hypnosis, I trigged it.
She woke up mortified. I saw her quicky check herself and in a panicked state move to get out of the bed and clean herself up before I saw. Unfortunately for her, I was already awake. It was the day I was finally going to start my revenge, I was barely able to sleep at all the night before.
She let out some excuses about this never happening before (which it definitely had not) and how she must have drunk too much last night (which she definitely did not). I was thought about being kind and compassionate, but instead, I went right for the jugular.
âListen and listen good, I have something important to say. I know you were and still are cheating on me, denials be damned. Iâve decided that you need to be retrained into someone with respect, no matter how long that takes.â
âIâve implanted you with several hypnotic triggers that I can and absolutely will use whenever I think you need them. Additionally, Iâve implanted you with several contingencies in case you decide to leave me or go to the authorities. Waking up wet was the first one, but if youâre good to me from here on out I will remove the bed wetting within the month.â
Alive stared at me like I had three heads before slapping me, calling me a sick fuck, and storming off. When I got home from work that night, her stuff was out of our apartment and she had blocked my number.
Unfortunately for her, I wasnât lying about the contingency triggers I placed in her mind. Within two days I woke up to dozens of calls and texts calling me every swear word in the book. She begged me to meet in person to undo what Iâve done to her, so I played along and agreed to meet her in person.
We wound up sitting together in the back of my car and it was immediately clear why she didnât want to meet in public. She had her thumb firmly stuck in her mouth and the waistband of her pull-up was peeking out from the top of her shorts. She looked mortified, blushing bright red and tearing up a bit, but I knew I had to be strong to teach her the lesson she had to be taught.
A simple ârevealâ got her to take off her shorts, letting me inspect how wet her pull-up was. It was thoroughly used.
She started trying to question me about what else I did to her and how she could undo it, throwing in half-assed apologies whenever she could, but I quickly got bored and silenced her with a âquietâ.
âI told you what would happen if you left me. The thumbsucking and daytime wetting arenât permanent yet, but if you continue fighting me they just might become so like your bedwetting. Are you ready to come home yet?â
I saw Alice sigh as she thought deeply about her situation. Finally, she nodded her head (still unable to verbally communicate with my trigger in her head and her thumb in her mouth) and I got to take her home.
She tiptoed around me for days afterward. I removed the daytime wetting but kept the thumbsucking and bedwetting, telling her that they were there for her own protection. She needed to constantly be aware that she had a problem that she had to work towards fixing, and the constant fixation on sucking her thumb helped to reinforce that. Plus, I was still hurt by the cheating, so the bedwetting made sure that it wouldnât happen again anytime soon.
But her obedience was too good to be true, and one day I came home early from work to her making out on the couch with one of her fuckbuddies. I couldnât believe her stupidity. I was in control of her entire life, and yet she was still trying to sleep around! I kicked him out, and immediately reinstated the day wetting, making her spurt instead of just drip.
That was when I put her in her first diaper and snapped this photo. She tried to fight me, sopping wet panties around her ankles, but I was in complete control of her subconscious. I made her lay down so that I could change her into an unnecessarily thick diaper, and then to reinforce my control made her get on her knees and suck my dick.
She was crying as she worked her tongue and mouth over my cock and helplessly wet her new underwear, but I knew that now I had to be extra vigilant, to make sure that she didnât get any funny ideas about who was in charge. I finished in her mouth, bent down, and whispered: âYou are mine, donât forget it.â
Alice was now firmly in control, my little, diapered housepet. I was going to train her no matter what it took.
And so I did, adding and removing infantile behavior as I saw fit. Of course, I kept her diapered at all times, but sometimes I would let her use the bathroom if she had to make a mess. Occasionally, if I was feeling extra nice, I would even remove the thumbsucking trigger while we were in public. She was completely in my control, so it was a nice exercise to test her sometimes.
It took about two weeks for her to fail her first test. She thought I had turned around after a diaper change when she stuck her tongue out at me. Not a gross violation of my trust, but I was training her. She had to be punished for her actions.
I took her over my knee and spanked her right then and there, reinserting every trigger Iâd subjected her to over the past two weeks as I went. She cried as her butt turned a bright shade of pink and bruised in some places, but I reminded her that she brought this on herself.
I got her dressed, making sure to leave her waistband visible over her jeans, and brought her to the store with me. She cried and apologized for what she did the entire way there, but I ignored her. She had to learn, and so I was going to teach her.
We shopped around the store for a bit, her waddling behind me nervously. She had no idea what I was going to do to her, and that terrified her. She knew she would feel and remember completely whatever public humiliation I was about to put her through.
I finally stopped by a section of rugs, decided it was the right time and place, and commented that âthe rugs here are so nice, it would be a shame if you made a mess.â
That was all it took. I watch her face drop in recognition of the trigger, one I had never used on her before. She started tearing up as she bit her lip and grabbed her stomach in response to the sudden pressure. She had absolutely no control over the intense cramps wrecking her bowels, and the added âstopâ made sure that she would be unable to move from her spot as she did the unthinkable.
I watched her as she struggled, as did several other people as they noticed what was happening. She fought and fought and her face was more strained than I had ever seen it before. But eventually, everyone heard the telltale sound of a wet mess entering her diaper. It was immediately followed by a vile smell, one that left absolutely no question as to what Alice just did in her diaper. She started crying again, so I had her put her thumb into her mouth and took her home.
I continued training Alice for months, taking her down a peg in some intense display of public humiliation whenever I felt the need. Sometimes it was a small thing that set me off, like her not finishing her dinner, but I always reminded myself that she cheated on me, that she deserved this.
I continued adding triggers and they piled up as I forgot to remove them. Now, even if I wanted to remove them all, I couldnât. I have no recollection of what Iâve taken from her. However, the one thing I never touched was her mind. From the beginning, I was careful never to use any hypnosis that would affect her cognitive functions, because I wanted her to learn as she was punished.
Soon, she found herself living as a permanently diaper dependent thumbsucking baby. She could barely walk or talk without my permission and certainly had no control over her bladder or bowels. The only time she is undiapered now is when I am fucking her, and maybe itâs best this way. Itâs been a year since I caught her cheating, and she has never been better behaved.
Last November, I visited an old ABDL friend. She had been my girlfriend at one point but wasnât anymore. The MDLB dynamic was still there albeit the connection wasnât what it once had been. Regardless, the following is a true story.
A Walk in the Park đł
âLetâs go for a walk, sweetie.â
Mommy suggested, as we were cuddled up in bed after a mid-afternoon nap. My smile beamed from ear to ear. She knew that I liked adventures, especially the ones where I got to hold her hand the whole way. Then I remembered how wet my diaper was and, knowing mommy, knew she wouldnât want me going out in the cold in a soggy diaper.
âDoes someone need a diaper change?â
She asked as she felt the front of my diaper.
âNo need to be embarrassed silly! Itâs what babies do.â
I looked down with a look of defeat, avoiding eye contact the same way dogs do when they know theyâve done wrong.
âIâm surprised youâve only had wet diapers for me todayâŚâ she said. âDo you have to go poo poo yet?â
My face got all red. I was never nervous about having my wet diapers changed but there was nothing more embarrassing than the thought of having a messy one changed. Itâs the ultimate infantile act and vulnerability sky rockets to an all-time high.
âUmm, no⌠I donât have to go yet mommy.â I said. Which was true because I really didnât have to.
She replied, âWell then⌠sounds like mommy needs to get her special bum medicine, hmmm?â as she searched for the suppositories.
Uh oh. Bum medicine. I had never tried bum medicine! Despite what Iâd heard I figured Iâd be able to overcome its effects. Boy, was in for a surpriseâŚ
She untaped my wet, soggy diaper and began wiping. It was cold. You know itâs going to be cold but then youâre in the middle of a change and itâs always WAY COLDER than you thought it would be. Funny how that works. Anyways, she finished cleaning me, slid a fresh diaper underneath, and began powdering. At this point I was hoping she had forgotten about the bum medicine. What was it going to be like? Painful? Weird-feeling?
âI almost forgot!â She announced, in a somewhat sinister voice.
She grabbed the package of suppositories and got one out. I was bummed she remembered (pun intended).
âJust relax and remember mommy is gonna take care of you, okay honey?â
âYes mommy.â I replied, grimacingly.
Before I knew it - it was in đą
âSee! That wasnât so bad!â She said, cleaning up her supplies.
âYou were right mommy! So when does it take effect?â I wondered.
Smiling she said, âOh⌠soon enough baby⌠soon enough.â đ
She helped me get dressed and before I knew it we were walking to the park. I began to get a few cramps within the first couple minutes of our journey but didnât say anything and made sure to not show it on my face. She knew my facial expressions like the back of her hand. This would work against me. Having her tease me and remind me of my predicament would only make things worse.
After walking for twenty minutes or so, the cramps became much more intense.
âMommyâŚâ I said.
âYes sweetie?â
âMy tummy feels funny.â đ°
âOh yeah?â She teased, knowing damn well why my stomach felt that way and knowing damn well my predicament was about to get a whole lot worse.
âYeah mommy. Are we almost there?â
âWeâre almost there baby!â
She knew that even once we got there thereâd be no bathrooms - I did not know this. So here I am struggling along, foolishly believing Iâm going to get out of this somehow. How naive!
We kept walking and walking until finally it got badâŚ
âMommy! I canât hold it any longer⌠Iâm gonna go in my pants!â I cried, knowing I was losing grip of the situation.
âThatâs why youâre wearing a diaper sweetie! Fill your diaper for mommy. You know you canât help it!â
âMommy noooooo! I donât wanna! Please, please help meeee!â I said in just about the most whiney voice imaginable.
âCome over here sweetheart.â
She motioned me closer.
I went over to her. She gave me a big hug, held me tight and whispered,
âI want you to go potty in your diaper like the baby you are, okay? Donât fight it anymore. Momma will take care of you.â
I froze.
I couldnât hold it any longer.
I felt the back of my diaper begin to bulge and I heard mommy gasp with surprise:
âThatâs a good boy for momma! You made a poo poo in your diaper! See? That wasnât so bad!â
I had filled my diaper đŠ
I had no control.
She won.
Grudgingly, I demandedâŚ
âTake me home now.â đ¤
âOkay sweetie!â She said cheeringly. âLetâs take mommyâs little stinker home for a change.â
I agreed.
She knew she won and she wasnât going to let me forget it anytime soon. The whole way home she teased me about how much of a baby I was and how I needed diapers - she was right. I did need diapers.
We got back to the house and she changed me, making sure to remind me every step of the way how much of a baby I was.
It was interesting to say the least⌠a mix of domination and humiliation with a bit of helplessness sprinkled on top.
That is a day Iâll never forget.

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