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Stacy bent over at the waist, giving the dishwasher an extra scrub before she put it on. Always bending at the waist was one of Daddy's rules, and in another world that might have meant flashing a pair of sexy panties, or even her bare pussy. But that wasn't the life she had.

She let out a soft grunt, her posture stiffening as she pushed to fill her diaper. She kept scrubbing while she pooped her pants, trying not to draw attention to herself; she could hear Daddy moving around in the kitchen behind her, and she didn’t want to deal with his teasing comments. She might have waited for him to go back to his study, but she just couldn’t hold it any longer. She’d been trying to keep her Pampers clean all morning, and months of diaper discipline had done its job to erode her toilet training. She wasn't incontinent... yet. But she estimated she had about as much control as the average four-year-old when it came to keeping her pants clean and dry. A stream of pee soaked into the thirsty padding, joining the growing load in the seat, and for perhaps the hundredth time that day, Stacy desperately wished her boyfriend allowed her to use toilets.

Another grunt escaped her lips, despite her best efforts, and a deep, amused voice sounded from behind her. “Uh-oh..." Stacy felt her stomach sink. A hand cupped the seat of her nappy, even as it sagged lower between her legs. "Is my naughty little maid making a mess?” She could practically hear the sadistic grin on his face. “What a good girl you are,” her boyfriend cooed with sickening sweetness, "carrying on with your chores even while you make Daddy a present!”

Stacy scowled. Even if she’d wanted to take a break specifically to poop her pants, she didn’t have time! If she didn’t finish cleaning the kitchen and start preparing Daddy’s lunch soon, she’d find herself kicking and wailing over his knee. Although he loved to infantilise her as much as possible, Daddy didn’t let her laze about all day like a real baby. She was, in his words, "still a girl", and that meant doing "girl duties" like cooking and cleaning. Her pussy wettened, and she cursed herself. Why did she have to get off on this?! Why couldn't she just have been a normal girl with a normal boyfriend and normal sexual interests?

With a final grunt, she finished messing herself. Even though they were extra thick, she'd managed to fill her diaper to capacity; the tapes strained with the weight of her load as she straightened up, and Stacy felt even more conscious than usual of the poop packed against her derierre. “Daddy?” she began hesitantly. She knew it was futile, but the huge mess in her pants was so yucky that she couldn't help trying. “Please can I go change my diaper?” She didn't even care if it meant she got a spanking. She just wanted out of the horrid, smelly thing drooping between her thighs.

Her boyfriend smirked. "Of course not, silly baby. You know the rules. It's your responsibility to make sure everything in the house is clean, except your own pants. That's Daddy's job."

Stacy pouted. "Does Daddy feel like doing his job now?" she asked sulkily.

He laughed and swatted her thickly padded rear. “Not just yet, little girl. If that attitude is anything to go by, another hour or two in a stinky nappy will do you some good. Besides, you've still got your chores to finish! Better not dawdle..."

Being denied changes is so hot.

Maybe it's because "Those diapers can hold a whole lot more. I'll change you when it's full."

Or because "Mommy is a bit busy right now, go play, and I'll see if you need to be changed later."

Or because you've been mouthing off and "I think you should try being more grateful to the person who has to change all your nasty diapers."

Or because she's still trying to potty train you and "This is what happens when we don't listen to our body. Maybe sitting in a wet diaper will show you why you need to get up and go potty."

Or just because she says so.

Or just because she put something extra in your bottle and knows your about to go again in a few minutes.

Or because of how cute you look when you're waddling around in a full diaper.

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"Hi baby!" Mommy coo'd, standing over me as I was idly playing with some blocks.

"Hi Mama." I said, block still in hand.

"We're gonna do five more minutes of playing, and then we're gonna do some tummy time for a bit, okay?"

"Oh, I don't actually need tummy time."

Mommy didn't say anything

"Um, tummy time is like an exercise that supports babies neck muscles and prevents them from getting flat heads. I don't need tummy time because I'm like, not a real baby." I argued, despite wearing a diaper and being inside of a playpen.

"Wowwwwwww." Mommy drawled out. "Those are a lot of big girl words! I bet those are all really confusing terms for you though!" Mommy said in a sugary, almost concerned voice. "I bet you could have some time to think on what all those words mean during tummy time, hmm?"

"N-no, Mommy, I-" My block fell out of my hand as she picked me up.

"Look, it's already been five minutes, it's time for tummy time now." It hadn't been five minutes, I think she was just saying that because young children don't have time recognition skills, so you can tell them it's been five minutes after it's really only been thirty seconds.

"No, mommy-"

"Sh-sh-shhhhhh. We're doing tummy time now. I think you should think about why mommy and alllllll the other grown ups treat you like a baby, even though you're twenty years old, okay?"

Because adults don't need to listen to a baby's opinion.

"Pink or Blue sweetie?" *Mmmph* "Hmm, pink it is!"

"Do you want to take a nap?" *Mmmph* "Ok, it's naptime then"

"That looks like a full diaper, do you want a change?" *Mmmph* "Well I guess you can wait a little longer..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"She'll be right back."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I borrow her for a minute?”

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

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

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

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

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