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Good girl! You're doing so well for me. Look you've already gotten so high on the power setting. We're going to start pushing a little harder now, okay? I know my sweet girl can take it.

You can take it right?

Here, take the controls. You want me proud of you, right?

mommy is on top an im on bottom cuz good dolls dont get to choose an everybodies else is above me 💖

so guess who's been padded more again ^-^

Slowly, as their training progresses, their dumb little baby brain will associate a messy diaper with cummies. They'll become more and more horny each time they fill their diaper. In the end, they won't even need buzzies or humpies. They'll cum just by messing their nice, thick diaper while Mommy tells them what a helpless little baby they are.

The line between messies and cummies will be blurred until it's essentially nonexistent. And that's exactly the way it should be for little ones in diapers. ♡

Once the belt locked, I could start “touching.” I’m always told to go through the motions. Hands moving over the metal that covers my cunt, my face concentrating, as if muscle memory might magically wake something up. It doesn’t. Nothing answers back. It never does. Just the slow humiliation of being made to try.

“Keep going.”

I’m still expected to react convincingly. To breathe heavier, to look grateful, to make my fingers move more frantically as if I’m reaching an edge. I need to sell the illusion. Pretending is required. Dignity is optional. And, pretending is really all that is left but somehow, that makes it better. Or worse. I’m never really sure which.

"Ok, that is enough young lady! You know what's about to happen, come here."

"B-but Mama! Please, but... but they're my last pair! I-!" January stared at their girlfriend in shock as they froze halfway away out of their chair. Sure, they had technically already gone to the bathroom more than they were allowed to, and they hadn't remembered to ask permission this time, and yes they'd been a bit sassier than normal when Jannetta asked what they were doing, but that was just because their friends were over for dinner and they were having fun!

Oh. Fuck. Their friends are over. They just heard that whole exchange. Just heard January call their partner of almost two years- "Babygirl? Now please." Jannetta, Mama, she's clearly Mama right now, quirks an eyebrow and January falls silent as the weight of their submission to their caregiver draws them across the room to the shorter woman's side.

"You know what the rules are when you get too big for your britches, hand them over." She couldn't be serious. "Netta, you can't be serious, we have company, we can't do this in front of them!" January whispers fiercely as their face flushes red and they try desperately to not look towards their packed dining table.

Oh fuck, this was going to be such an awkward conversation with everyone. Jannetta had always had... extreme interests, and January was just as greatful that the woman who owned their heart was willing to shape those interests to her sub's limits as they were that Jannetta was always looking for ways to push and explore new things with January. This though, this was too much. Had Jannetta gotten carried away, overly frustrated by their disobedience? Did she not realize how close to the line this was? This had to be a mistake, they just need their CG to take a breath, January could always be disciplined later when they were alone. Netta would never expose unconsenting people to their kink on purpose, that rule was too important to their lifestyle.

Unless...

Oh.

Oh no.

"Whatever do you mean, Wary?" Jannetta asks, sickly sweet condescendion dripping from her words. "Why couldn't we deal with this issue in front of our friends?" January turns to scan the faces of the guests. They expected Chloe and Adelaide to have knowing looks, Chloe from a few careless comments from January about being a sub that spiraled into a conversation about kink that very carefully omitted anything about... no, don't think about those right now, and Adelaide from her own history with Jannetta, but everyone else... Instead of the faintly amused or awkward confusion they expected, all seven of the people around their own table sported distinctly... pitying expressions. Expressions the Little recognized from Jannetta's face when the dom contrived for them to fail potty training or some other similiar scenario.

Their friends knew.

Fuck.

Before they could further process this thought, Geiger chuckled. "Aw, does the poor baby not want to go back in diapers?"

This triggered a chorus of giggles and mocking coos from around the room, with Will cheerfully adding "You mean back in diapers again, right?"

A whimper involuntarily escapes January as they turn back to Netta, pressing their face into their girlfriend's shoulder in humiliation. "That's right little one, they all know, it's ok. Did you really think you could keep it a secret this whole time? It would be pretty clear you're an oversized toddler even if you hadn't spent more time in diapers than out the last couple years."

She puts her hands on January's shoulders and holds them at arms length. "Now, breaking the rules means you lose a pair of panties, right? And when you're out of panties, that means you're out of maturity, so it's time to spend the next month or so in diapers full time so you can think about how to be better at being a big girl, right?"

January nods reluctantly, fighting the urge to begin sucking their thumb as they feel littlespace creeping at the edge of their thoughts. "Are you ready to be in diapers full time again love? Doesn't that sound nice? No more pretending to be big, even with our friends? Oh heyyyy, can you tell me another thing that means fulltime?"

Despite being overwhelmed by the exposure and the barrage of humiliating questions, January knows what the last teasing inquiry expects of them and chokes out a hiccuping sob of embarrassment as they begin to recite in their best baby voice. "Fuwwtime means tendy-fouw s-seben Mama. It means I-Oh! No! NO PWEASE!" A round of gasps accompany their last desperate exclamation, as a stain slowly grows on January's skirt, and liquid drips down their leg and lands audibly on the floor.

They'll never get out of what's coming.

The swift and excited response of a subject who either was just waiting for permission or is just so into the act. Creativity burns in excitement as it fantasizes about what it will be ordered to do next.

The kind of blank going along with it without further understanding of a hypnotized subject. Exactly what it feels varies wildly but rarely is it thinking ahead too far. Engaged in the state and following along with all the details of the trance.

The meek and desperate fawning obedience of one too hurt to do anything else. The point at which fighting back ends. A kind of submission of constantly fearing at what it next be punished for. Living in that anxious future's past, focused on survival.