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It was *far* too big for a boy with your level of maturity.

So the doctor gave you a prescription, some pills and shots to shrink it, they were going to make it into a little nub in your Huggies.

"But Daddy I don't wanna shrink my peepee! "

"... well you're never getting out of diapers so you don't need it anymore.

A sequel to The Succubus.

***

“Good morning, little cucky,” the monster cooed, peering over the bars of the crib. “Happy Valentine’s Day! Could you hear the grown-ups having their fun earlier, sweetie? I hope we didn’t wake you…”

Debbie glowered at her, all too aware of how ridiculous she must look trying to be intimidating with a pacifier bobbing in her mouth, lying at the bottom of an oversized crib beneath a set of Disney princess bedsheets. Her eyes were red, and there were tears drying on her cheeks as well. She had indeed woken up to the loud sounds of lovemaking coming from her former bedroom.

The Succubus laughed. “Oh dear! Someone’s a very grumpy girl today! Looks like we did wake you after all, huh? I guess you’ll just have to have an extra-long nap this afternoon to make up for it. But right now it’s time to get you up and dressed, little one!” She flung back the princess covers to reveal Debbie’s body, nude but for the thick disposable diaper around her waist.

Debbie slipped out of her crib, her nappy sagging heavily between her legs as she got to her feet. Her bottom lip trembled behind her soother. She’d woken up wet again.

Did you put your Little One back in diapers?

Did you make the straightforward and common sense rule that they are not allowed to ask for changes?

Are they still constantly complaining about never being able to tell you when they are leaking?

I have a solution for you both: the Diaper Dance.

When your little is desperate for a change and not allowed to ask, give them the option to beg for a change with their body.

Let them know that they can always run up to you, wiggle their little hips and shake their little booties to show you just how squishy and dirty their padded pants are. The more their dance shows off their diaper, the more obvious it will be they need a change!

Are they tired of being stinky? They can do a little dance showing off that poopy bottom.

Is their diaper full to leaking? They can wiggle their little hips, showing how close that wet padding is to sliding down their legs.

No shade to any and all other types of dominating but I have a huge affinity for humiliation where it's low stakes, light-hearted and fun :) For example:

"Hey stinker, come over here really quick, let me check you."

"Let's get you changed. No, I'm not mad! If I expected you to be able to hold it you wouldn’t have a diaper on cutie."

"It's okay if you had an accident, dork - I'm not exactly surprised at this point. Come here, lets see if you need a change"

"You really didn't notice that you peed yourself? Adorable"

"You're lucky I'm around baby, or you'd never know when you'd need to change. Which is often by the way 😇"

"Hey! This is Ash, she's my girlfriend! - just to get it out of the way, she's wearing a diaper right now since she is struggling with her control - no worries, we have it handled!"

*Pats my wet diapered butt* "Whoa kiddo - did you have a couple more accident's since last I checked?"

"Did you try to make it to the potty? Okay well that's all we can ask for! Maybe next time, stinker 🤭"

"Girl.. you wet your training diaper twice yesterday, I wouldn't exactly say we're close to fully trained"

"I'm going to grab more stickers for the bedwetting chart at the store - I'm only going to get raincloud stickers because we still have a plenty of unused sunshine stickers..."

"I hope you don't mind I told them about your diapers since we are going to be staying the night. No, it's fine, they don't care - its not exactly a secret at this point that you're still training."

"I wish you could see your face when I notice that you had an accident - you become such a blushy mess 😍"

"Do you 'think' you had an accident or do you know you had an accident and are too embarrassed to admit it?"

"Uh oh - soggy morning kiddo? That's alright, we'll try again tomorrow - Make sure to put the raincloud on the chart so we can keep track :)"

"I'd totally believe you if you weren't wearing a unicorn onesie with a soaked diaper right now"

"I'm not going to change you yet, dork - I know you're not done having accidents today"

"Come here baby, your waistband is poking out"

"Yeah she is! Come here Ash!" As I walk over, she flips up my skirt to show my used diaper "See? Told you! She needs them since she can't always hold it when she has to go.. as you can see!"

"I'll give you $10 right now if you are dry"

"It honestly makes sense that you're a bedwetter - it fits your vibe :)"

"I haven't seen your bunny stuffie in a while - did you guys break up? 😉"

*Grabs the front of my very wet diaper* "I dunno, does this feel like being a big girl to you?"

*a hissing sound starts coming from my side of the couch* "Wow you really had to go, huh baby?"

"Did you just piss your diaper while sitting in my lap?"

"Next time you feel an accident coming along let me know - I wanna put my hand on it feel you losing control 😈 that is, if you are able to notice when you have to go 🤭"

"Hold still, you are fussier to change than the kids I used to babysit"

"You're being awfully sassy towards the girl who decides if you get changed or not"

"No way girl. Those stripes are gone - wetness indicated!"

"I've never seen someone so happy to lay across my lap - its so cute"

"You're soaked butt is like a little pissy stressball that I can squeeze whenever I want to, because lets face it, you're not dry that often."

"I put your name as DPRGRL for bowling - hope that's chill 😘"

"You'd think after all these accidents, you'd stop getting so embarrassed you little dweeb 😋"

"Well, lets be clear - you're wearing diapers because you can't be trusted to hold it. You're wearing those diapers because they're so cute on you :) hope that clears it up!"

"I honestly just assume you're always a little wet. And I'm usually right lol"

"Yes, but counter point: You're wearing a diaper that you just peed in so."

"Hey cutie, wake up - I think you're dreaming of waterfalls"

"I don't want you to lose all of your control, but it is really cute to watch you fill your pampers so. Either way is good with me baby but it seems like we're headed in that direction ;)"

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom - wanna come and take notes?"

"Yeah no, I asked my friends, none of us have had an accident in the last month so you're on your own there sweetie :)"

"Hey, there's no shame in pissing your pants so often and so much that your girlfriend is compelled to start putting you in diapers and tracking your loss of control until you become a full-time bedwetter and pamper pisser - it's totally normal and reasonable.. totally😐."

"Hey stinker - got enough room in that thing for one more episode?"

"I could hold my breath longer than you can stay dry"

"Oh shut up, you love this."

Etc.

There's probably so much more but I can't think of anything else so.

They just make sure it's as humiliating as possible.

You can't let them think this is an adult privelege, or that it makes them in any way mature.

All the parenting blogs have suggestions:

🚫 ban them from using adult words to describe it (call it special snuggles, or silly spurts) .

🎶 Make them sing nursery rhymes, or childish songs while they are doing it.

🪫set restrictions on using hands or vibrating toys. Make them learn how to hump.

🫣 have them do it with an audience. Either Mommy/Daddy's friends or their former peers.

🧸 Pick out a special plush for them to make 'special feelings' with.

⭐ Track their 'GooGoos' on their diaper training chart, compare notes with other parents.

👀 make them do it in the living room or in a public place. Ensure that they don't have any privacy.

⏲️ Set time limits, take away sticky time if they go too long.

😵 Make sure their diaper is heavily used before granting them permission. To associate pleasure with full diapers

Any permission you give as a parent to a regressed 'child' should be designed to reinforce their infantalization.

Any 'sexual experience ' they are allowed to have should be as far away from what real adults do as possible.

To Ruin; Verb

Definition; "to cause great and usually irreparable damage or harm to; have a disastrous effect on"

Verbs change depending on how they are used in a sentence.

Examples,

🧔‍♂️Daddy is going to ruin your potty training, you will have to wear diapers from now on.

👧 Mommy has ruined your sex drive, you will never cum outside of a diaper again.

💊The treatment ruins the higher brain functions, reading, counting and writing will no longer be possible for the patient.

👔 When your master sent all your diaper photos to your boss he ruined your life. With no income you would have to do as he commanded.

👖When you felt your tummy rumble you squatted and you ruined your pants, as soon as the daycare workers find you you will be put back in diapers

🚼 Your regression is too far gone, you will spend the rest of your life drooling in your playpen and ruining the thick diapers your "parents" keep on you.

"Hey, I think your... um... thing... is sticking out of the back of your jeans. Figured I should tell you..."

"Aww... don't worry, I get it. I kind of figured things were going in that direction."

"I guess I had a feeling something was up. You haven't exactly been going to the bathroom as much as you used to..."

"I bet it's gonna save a lot on laundry—one less thing to wash every day, ya know? I'm sure you were going through a lot of loads."

"No, it looks totally fine now! And hey, everyone’s into big butts these days, right?"

"Honestly, nobody would have even noticed! I just caught on because I spend so much time with you."

"Hey, no more dealing with those gross bathrooms in public, right? That's honestly a major plus."

"Crinkling? Oh no, not at all! I hardly even notice it."

"I promise, we won't tell anyone. Wouldn't even dream of talking about your little secret."

"You’re acting so mature about the whole thing, really. It’s cute that you're really trying."

"And hey, you get that special bathroom pass now, right? I bet that gets you out of so much boring stuff!"

"I guess that makes you the most prepared person in our friend group! Always protected, you know."

"Hey, do you want a break from carrying your diaper b— uh, I mean, your backpack? I can hold it for you if you want."

"You know, I think you might’ve cracked the code! No wonder that babies and toddlers are so relaxed."

"Think of all the times you’ll get to skip out on those gross porta-potties at festivals! What I'd give not to have to use those."

"Well, I'll bet this is way easier than before, back when you were in pull-ups. You were having a lot of leaks..."

"Hey, I’m heading to the restroom. Wanna come? You need to... you know... take care of anything?"

"Do you need me to go get your boyfriend? I know he helps out with you sometimes."

"Aww, I think it’s great that you have someone like him to help you out. Not many guys would be that dedicated."

"Don't worry, I'll still be here when he's done helping you."

"He’s such a sweetheart... so on top of it. Honestly, I think he’s more attentive than even most parents are."

"Hey, want me to check your shirt before we go? Just wanna make sure everything’s nice and tucked in."

"Yep, you’re good! I’ll let you know if I see it riding up again. Gotta keep an eye out for you!"

"Aw, no, I actually think it’s sweet! I always loved the smell of baby powder."

"You shouldn't feel embarrassed around us tonight at all. We all know."

"Maybe you’ll get to see the whole movie this time! You always used to miss, like, half of it, remember?"

"Oh, he just texted to check if you need a change before we sit down. So thoughtful, right?"

"Look at that massive bathroom line... lucky you, you don’t have to worry about that anymore!"

"Hey– do you want me to remind you to, er... change? While we're out? I just wasn't sure if you can feel it or not."

"Well, just let me know. I've still got your backpack."

"Wow, just think of all the drinks you can have without stressing about it like you used to! That's like, perfect for you."

"You look so sweet when you're all comfy like that. I can't remember the last time I saw you so relaxed."

"Hey, nobody makes a big deal about it with babies, why should we make a big deal about it with you?"

This caption was saved by this post by @cookie-goodboy whose “baby book” idea resurrected this caption from my draft box graveyard.

She looks down at her soggy diaper in utter disbelief. “B-but I d-don’t even remember going potty, Daddy!”

“Does that excite you, Princess?”

“I…umm, I think so. But does this mean…”

“Yes, silly. It means you’re no longer potty trained. You’re Daddy’s diaper-dependent pamper packer, forever.”

“I just thought the first time I had a real accident would be…I don’t know…”

There it is again: The First Time. She’s focused on the “firsts” of our relationship and her diaper journey from the beginning.

I remember how excited she was the first time I put a diaper on her. The first time she made stinkies in front of me. The first time she went out in public diapered. The first time I changed her in public.

Every first was a cause for celebration.

She’s been so focused on the “firsts” that she never stopped to think about all the “lasts” in her life.

But I did.

And now that she’s unpotty-trained, it’s time to show her the project I’ve been secretly working on these last few years.

Her big book of “lasts.” She’s finally ready to read it. It has it all:

The last time she went out in public undiapered. The last time she used the potty for tinkles. The last time she used the potty for stinkies. The last time she changed her own diaper. The last time she got to ask me to change her diaper.

But there are a few things she probably won’t be expecting.

Like the last time we had sex. The last time she had an orgasm without a diaper. The last time she went to bed without a bedtime. The last time I thought of her as an adult. There’s plenty more to choose from, but you get the idea.

I almost feel bad, but what did she expect? I can’t treat someone who wants to become an unpotty-trained pamper packer as an adult—adults don’t enthusiastically give away every aspect of their adulthood so they can helplessly fill their diapers.

Obviously adult things like sex are out the window. Did she really think I’d want to go down on her knowing she poops herself three times a day?

Gross.

I’ll treat her exactly how she wants to be treated: as an unpotty-trained a toddler. Because that’s what she is to me now.

She’s not my girlfriend. She gave up orgasms and adulthood for a lifetime of diaper changes, early bedtimes, and Disney cartoons.

I’m sure she’ll throw a tantrum tonight when I show her. But what is she going to do? Not wear a diaper? It’s far too late for that. She needs them now—just like she always wanted.

I’ll smile the whole time she’s whining about her “lost” adulthood. The adulthood she willingly gave away for the pleasure of being wrapped in her plastic prison.

The silence is so delicious I want seconds. Maybe thirds. Delicious, beautiful silence.

She was so confident. Loudly denying she would need her diaper. That I was just being dramatic.

As if she had any control left.

It was too easy. So easy I almost feel bad that she’ll be trapped in diapers for the rest of her life. Almost.

She may whine and complain, but deep down she knows she’s a diaper girl. She knows her life is better when she’s wrapped in her thick, thirsty diapees, begging me to change her. The potty is for grown ups, not her.

And she is not a grown up. She never was, no matter how many times she says she is—or was. Grown ups don’t fill their diapers with pushies hours after screaming she could hold it.

Grown ups don’t submit so meekly to diaper checks, dutifully pulling their pants down so Daddy can inspect their diaper. And grown ups definitely don’t fill their diaper with stinkies as often as her!

“Uh oh, looks like my little peanut’s diapee is mushy! What is my precious buttercup hiding in there?”

There it is. That silence. That beautiful, tasty silence. It turns my legs to jelly. It’s unfathomably cute.

The only thing that would make it better would be getting to see the utter defeat on her face. The humiliation. The shame. To see her realize she truly is the diaper girl I molded her into.

But I’ll settle for watching her squirm on the changing table. She’s always so cute when I unwrap the present she left for me in her diaper, as the smell dominates the room, proof of who she is.

They just make sure it's as humiliating as possible.

You can't let them think this is an adult privelege, or that it makes them in any way mature.

All the parenting blogs have suggestions:

🚫 ban them from using adult words to describe it (call it special snuggles, or silly spurts) .

🎶 Make them sing nursery rhymes, or childish songs while they are doing it.

🪫set restrictions on using hands or vibrating toys. Make them learn how to hump.

🫣 have them do it with an audience. Either Mommy/Daddy's friends or their former peers.

🧸 Pick out a special plush for them to make 'special feelings' with.

⭐ Track their 'GooGoos' on their diaper training chart, compare notes with other parents.

👀 make them do it in the living room or in a public place. Ensure that they don't have any privacy.

⏲️ Set time limits, take away sticky time if they go too long.

😵 Make sure their diaper is heavily used before granting them permission. To associate pleasure with full diapers

Any permission you give as a parent to a regressed 'child' should be designed to reinforce their infantalization.

Any 'sexual experience ' they are allowed to have should be as far away from what real adults do as possible.

A sequel to The Succubus.

***

“Good morning, little cucky,” the monster cooed, peering over the bars of the crib. “Happy Valentine’s Day! Could you hear the grown-ups having their fun earlier, sweetie? I hope we didn’t wake you…”

Debbie glowered at her, all too aware of how ridiculous she must look trying to be intimidating with a pacifier bobbing in her mouth, lying at the bottom of an oversized crib beneath a set of Disney princess bedsheets. Her eyes were red, and there were tears drying on her cheeks as well. She had indeed woken up to the loud sounds of lovemaking coming from her former bedroom.

The Succubus laughed. “Oh dear! Someone’s a very grumpy girl today! Looks like we did wake you after all, huh? I guess you’ll just have to have an extra-long nap this afternoon to make up for it. But right now it’s time to get you up and dressed, little one!” She flung back the princess covers to reveal Debbie’s body, nude but for the thick disposable diaper around her waist.

Debbie slipped out of her crib, her nappy sagging heavily between her legs as she got to her feet. Her bottom lip trembled behind her soother. She’d woken up wet again.

- Use all your senses. Your little is probably used to having a diaper checked by your hand but that's not the only sense you can use. Pull back their diaper and take a large sniff. Extra points if you make a disgusted face afterwards. Or maybe just pat their bum and say "hmmm that sounds like a full diaper to me! What do you think?" And watch as they melt right out of their onesie.

- Add some extra manhandling. We're all a fan of the making your little stop what they're doing and come over for a check. But I love taking the opportunity to push my little around with checks. Force their legs apart. Pick them up and check their butt. If you want to be extra evil spin them around and check their front "just in case". Their body won't be the only thing spinning.

- Trick them. Sometimes it's fun when they're expecting one thing and it turns out to be another. Tell them you have a treat and pretend to be feeding them the treat but slowly move it back till their crotch is perfectly in your other hand. Make sure to let them know what you're doing, they may be too dumb to even realize they got tricked

have them write a Valentine's Day card to their diapers.

Get them to decorate their smelly diaper pail with heart stickers.

Dress them in a T-Shirt that says "I Love my Diapers) pants optional.

make them give their used diaper a big smooch before it goes in the pail.

make them cum into their thick Huggies over and over.

Make sure everyone in their life knows how much they love their diapers, how much they need their diapers, and how much they want their diapers.

Once your wife/girlfriend is back in diapers, don’t be coy about them. Don’t call them “protection” or “incontinence briefs”. Always refer to them as nappies/diapers, or else by the brand name of a baby diaper like Huggies or Pampers (even if they’re not actually that type). Don't let her act like a grown woman with a medical problem. You want her to feel like an overgrown toddler who's too immature for potty training.

Similarly, don’t use mature-sounding euphemisms for what she does in her diapers. She hasn’t “gone number two” or “had a BM”. She's pooped her pants. She's made a stinky. Don't be discreet if you think she needs changing either. Nappies are a core part of her life now; people are going to find out sooner or later anyway, so check her Pampers frequently, even in public, and be sure to comment loudly on what you find. “Oh sweetheart, you wet yourself again? Honestly, you’re as bad as a two-year-old!”

“That’s it, baby, let it all out,” I cooed. “Have a big cry. Daddy's here, little girl." I stroked my wife's hair gently while she bawled her eyes out like a two-year-old, sat on the floor of our bedroom wearing nothing but her sopping wet diaper.

She gasped in big lungfuls of air, her bare chest heaving with every shaky breath. “You… did something… to me!” she said between hiccups, batting my hand away and glaring at me accusingly. It seemed that I'd finally been found out.

"What did I do to you, sweetheart?" I asked softly.

"You... turned me... into... a cry... baby!" she sobbed, almost hyperventilating now, her words barely intelligible. "You... want me... like this!"

“That's right, darling," I said, and I saw her tear-filled eyes widen in surprise at my ready confession. "I want to be your Daddy. I want to take care of you. But you've always been so strong and independent. I knew I had to do something to change that, so I used some special hypnosis files, hidden in that night-time background music you like to listen to, to erode your emotional control. It's the same technique I used to take away your potty training.”

She looked at me in horror, but I just chuckled and reached out to stroke her tear-stained cheek lovingly with the back of my fingers. “It’s so sweet that you can’t control when you go pee-pee or poo-poo anymore." I patted the front of her soggy diaper. “And you look so pretty in your princess nappy!”

“You did this to me?” my wife whispered, so shocked that her wracking sobs had come to a halt. Her hand drifted down to the huge disposable diaper bulging between her thighs. "You made me need these?"

"Yes, baby," I said. "I thought making you incontinent would be enough, but even then you were still trying to be self-sufficient; insisting on changing your own nappies, refusing to let me comfort you after an accident. So now you're going to be emotionally incontinent as well, sweetie. No more bottling things up. No more self-control. When you get even the slightest bit upset about something, you'll be in tears."

“But whyyy?!” she wailed, her sobbing returning in full force. "Why did you... do this... to me?!"

“It’s not good for girls to hold in their feelings,” I said, running my fingers through her hair again. She seemed too appalled by what I was saying to even notice. “It’s so much cuter, so much more feminine, when you lose control and have a little meltdown instead.”

“But I don’t… want to be… like this!” she cried.

“I know, darling,” I said soothingly, “but this is how I want you. Daddy knows best. Being a tearful toddler suits you much better than being an adult woman. In any case, there's no undoing the effects of the hypnosis now, little one. I made sure it was completely permanent."

“No!” she wailed, bouncing on her wet bottom and beating her fists impotently against the floor. “It's not fair! I wanna be a grown-up! I wanna use the toilet! I don't wanna be a stupid crybaby! I don't wanna! I don't wanna!" Her words trailed off into incoherent blubbering as she devolved into a massive temper tantrum.