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I know, I know. You're picturing a big, dramatic scene where I pull down your pants, spank you into submission, tape you into a thick diaper and lock it into place.

You know what's so much more delicious to me? Diaper humiliation as routine. As lifestyle. As background noise.

You come home from work and swap out your house keys for a big pacifier, which you clip to your collar. You pull out your phone as you walk to the living room, casually removing your pants and underwear with your other hand. You lie down on the floor and spread your bare legs in the air, assuming the expected position as you submissively wait for your nightly diaper. Your legs dangle there stupidly as you suckle and scroll.

I let you dawdle like that for a minute or two before coming to oil and powder your bottom. You tell me about your day, drooling a bit through your paci, and I tell you about mine. I fold up the diaper nice and tight against your waiting bum and seal it.

No scene. No roleplay. No taunting or threats. Peeing in diapers and sucking pacifiers are just your everyday home life, as much as Netflix and takeout would be for a normal couple.

Because every once in a while, when you're not expecting it — as you're waddling to the kitchen in your soggy pampers or feeling a rope of drool ooze onto your dinner bib — it hits you like a ton of bricks: What a silly diapered dummy you are! When did being drooly, padded, and humiliated become so natural to you? So unremarkable? Your face will get hot, you'll feel squirmy in your tummy, and it will be so delicious, because it came out of nowhere.

While taking away someone's adult privilege is very hot, I think there is an angle that's even hotter. The reason that most children don't have privacy is because they cannot be trusted to keep themselves safe. So if you convince your little that you need to take their privacy not because you want to see them naked or that you want them to feel your presence. But because without you watching them you need to make sure they're doing something that is safe. Especially if you add in some orgasm control to your play. Like obviously an adult would be able to control themselves and not masturbate but since they are not able to help themselves then you need to take their privacy.

Teach your baby to be obedient.

Loving, carefree, spontaneous. She’s the whole package.

Every day with her is an adventure.

When you’re with her it’s like the rest of the world fades away. Lost in her beautiful chaos. Like none of the rules matter.

You’re never as alive—as free—as these special moments with her. When nothing matters but her radiant smile.

Whether it’s dancing like nobody is watching in the middle of a busy park, getting lost in the back alleys of Madrid, or even building ridiculous blanket forts at home, you’re hopelessly addicted to her joie de vivre.

Whenever Mommy Dianne hears whining and crinkling over the baby monitors, she knows right away that her princess is desperately humping away in her full morning diaper..

I guess it's past time for me to tell you this but...that diaper you're wearing? Yea...it's all because of me.

Oops.

I guess I 'accidentally' had my boyfriend cum in my panties. When I showed Mom, there was no way she could tell it wasn't actually your little jizz stains in there.

The look on your face when she confronted you though! You didn't even seem that surprised. Had you actually been sniffing and cumming in them all along?

The diapers was fun though. Such an easy thing to frame. It's quite easy to find those babyish designs online, and just in your size too! I pissed all over one. I thought that was a nice touch. Mom probably would have dismissed it somehow if there wasn't one or two that were actually used in your closet too.

Then I showed her the porn. Yes, all the pictures and videos of guys in diapers, sucking dick and begging to get their diapers changed. Ever heard of 'ABDL'? It's a community you just joined, albeit unwillingly.

I can still hear your wailing when my boyfriend and I held you down so Mom could put you in your first real diaper. She had no idea it was your first. She thought she was just giving you what you wanted. The tears were a nice touch. Kinda made me feel less bad that you were getting diapered since you were already crying like a baby. Seemed fitting at that point.

Oh, and sorry about the spikey chastity cage. That was my idea too. I didn't think Mom would find it so appealing.

What's that?

Awww are you trying to say something behind that wittle winky binky in your mouth? I can't understand you? Are you trying to tell me your diaper is wet? Or that you made a stinky? Psh. As if I couldn't smell you from down the hall.

No? Something else? Something about how I'm a bitch of a step-daughter? Well, sorry Rick. But you have no idea how much of a bitch I can really be. You like those bottles I've been feeding you? Because they're about to get a whole lot of laxatives, viagra, and my boyfriend's cum in them.

Those diapers that need changing? You can forget about that happening unless Mom takes pity on you. Cause I certainly won't be wiping your ass, I can tell you that!

You're not my Dad. You'll never be my Dad. You're nothing but a pamper pooping, pissy little baby that is going to spend the rest of his life in diapers. Oh, and guess what? I'm about to go tell Mom that you would look soo much cuter as a baby gurl! I'm sure she'll agree. Have fun in those mushy pampers...Daddy!

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“Husband and wife, they’re such silly titles!”

We had been man and wife for years. The priest had announced it at our marriage, and we’d been known by everyone socially and officially as a married couple. That didn’t seem to matter anymore.

“Shush, no fussing now…” said Mommy as she popped the nipple of the pacifier into my mouth and fitted the harness to make sure it would stay in my mouth no matter how hard I tried to spit it out. I had long since given up trying anyway.

The pink of the straps matching my soft pink fluffy onesie. Everything I owned now… I mean, everything that Mommy made me wear and let me play with was pink. It was only right, Mommy said that a baby girl should only wear pink.

I knew the routine exactly now. She’d dress us in our fluffy onesies with our pacifiers ready to be laid down for our afternoon nap. It was the worst time of the day because Mommy would always wait until after nap to change our diapers, no matter how dirty they were!

It took me a long time before I willingly submitted to using my diapers, but under constant and tough supervision from Mommy, escaping to use the potty was impossible. Even now, each time I have to wet after a bottle feeding or crouch down to mess, it’s always unwillingly. I know there’s some resistance burning inside of me always looking for ways to break out of here, times when Mommy isn’t paying too close attention…

Then I look over at my husband or ‘baby brother’ as Mommy calls him. Dressed in his baby blue onesie with matching pacifier strap. Seeing the blank stare coming from those eyes, the dirty smell from his diaper that doesn’t seem to bother him at all and the drool that escapes from his lips. I wonder if he’s given in completely. Submitted to being looked after totally and letting his head empty… but he does look so cute. We would make such a cute pair of twins… No!

I must find some way to get out of here!

Mommy made me recreate one of my favorite videos and it’s so embarrassing 😭