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Toby’s workday had been long, the kind that made his shoulders ache and his mind buzz with spreadsheets and deadlines. As he pulled his car into the driveway, he let out a slow breath, already feeling the tension melt away. Home. His sanctuary. And more importantly, her... his wife, his love, the one person who could turn the world’s chaos into something manageable.
The front door creaked as he pushed it open, the familiar scent of vanilla and something sweet, maybe cookies, maybe her lotion, wrapping around him like a hug. “Honey?” he called, his voice already slipping into that softer tone he only used for her.
“In the living room, baby boy,” her voice floated back, warm and teasing. “Hurry up, I’ve got a surprise for you.”
Toby kicked off his shoes, leaving them haphazardly by the door, and padded down the hall. The moment he stepped into the living room, his breath hitched. The curtains were drawn, casting the room in a golden, late-afternoon glow. The TV was already on, the bright, cheerful theme song of Bluey playing softly in the background. A pile of Legos sat on the coffee table, half-built and waiting. And there she was, his Mommy, curled up on the couch with a blanket draped over her lap and a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
“There’s my big boy,” she cooed, patting the space beside her. “Come here. You look exhausted.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Toby crossed the room, his tie already loose, his shirt untucked from the drive home. The moment he was close enough, she reached up and tugged him down onto the couch, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt. “Let Mommy take care of you,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to his temple.
Toby melted into her touch, his body already relaxing. This was his favorite part of the day, the moment he could shed the adult world and just be. Be little. Be hers.
Mommy’s hands were gentle but firm as she stripped him out of his work clothes, peeling away the slacks, the socks, the briefs. Toby wiggled a little, his face heating as the cool air hit his skin. He knew what was coming next, and the anticipation made his toes curl.
“Such a good boy, letting Mommy change you,” she praised, her voice dropping into that sweet, condescending tone that made his stomach flip. She reached for the diaper on the coffee table, a thick, babyish one. Toby’s cheeks burned.
“Uh-uh,” Mommy tutted, tapping his hip lightly. “Lift up. That’s it.”
The diaper rustled as she slid it beneath him, the crinkle loud in the quiet room. Toby bit his lip, his fingers twisting in the blanket as she fastened the tapes snugly around his waist. The thickness between his legs was immediately comforting, the way it hugged him, the way it owned him. He let out a shaky breath, his body sagging into the couch.
“There we go,” Mommy murmured, smoothing her hands over the front of his diaper. “All nice and snug. You’re gonna be so comfy, aren’t you?”
Toby nodded, his face buried against her shoulder. He could already feel the warmth spreading through him, the way his mind went fuzzy and soft at the edges. The diaper was wet, suddently wet but he didn’t care. Mommy didn’t seem to mind either. If anything, the way her fingers lingered as she adjusted the leg cuffs made him think she liked it.
“Now, what’s my good boy need?” Mommy asked, already reaching for the hem of her shirt. Toby’s breath hitched as she pulled it over her head, revealing the soft lace of her nursing bra. His mouth watered.
“M-milk, Mommy?” he whispered, his voice small.
“Such a polite little thing,” she cooed, unclasping her bra and letting it fall away. Toby’s eyes locked onto her, his body humming with need. She guided him into position, helping him latch with practiced ease. The first pull of sweet, warm milk had him moaning, his fingers clutching at her sides.
Mommy carded her fingers through his hair, her other hand resting possessively on his diapered bottom. “That’s it, baby. Drink up. You’ve been so good today.”
Toby whimpered around her nipple, his free hand reaching blindly for the pile of Legos. He fumbled with the blocks, his movements slow and uncoordinated as he sank deeper into his little headspace. The TV played in the background, the bright, cheerful voices of Bluey mixing with the soft sounds of his sucking, the occasional crinkle of his diaper as he shifted.
He wasn’t thinking about work anymore. He wasn’t thinking about anything, really. Just the warmth of Mommy’s skin, the taste of her milk, the way his diaper squished a little every time he moved.
Mommy pulled him off with a soft pop, wiping his mouth with her thumb. “Had enough, sweet boy?”
Toby nodded, his eyelids heavy. He was so relaxed, his body boneless and warm. Mommy helped him lie down, tucking a pillow under his head and draping the blanket over him. His Legos were still scattered across his lap, half-built and forgotten.
“You just rest, okay?” she murmured, brushing a kiss over his forehead. “Mommy’s right here.”
Toby mumbled something incoherent, his fingers twitching toward the Legos again. He could hear Bluey in the background. It was perfect. He was perfect.
Here you go, diaper boys. A nearly complete list of every MDLB caption I have ever written. There are some I didn't add, but I've written a lot and I got tired of finding them all.
I'm also not gonna go through an make them all cute and colorful like the DDLG/MDLG one. Or rate them with Chilies. I did organize them thematically, though.
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I wrote this Christmas caption with @prettymuchpottytrained, who is also the adorable little one pictured here. We hope you enjoy it and enjoy the holidays! This may also turn into its own story universe, so let us know if you want more!
Sunlight trickled into the room as the door inched open. The sleeping girl never stirred.
Mommy intended to wake her up from sleep slowly, but her momentary pause to take a quick picture gave their overly excited golden retriever an opening.
Instead of a tranquil picture of Kallie sleeping with her thumb in her mouth and a swollen diaper peeking out of her Christmas pajamas, Mommy captured the moment the puppy licked her face.
It wasn’t the perfect picture Mommy had hoped for—this was their first Christmas as a family since Kallie was regressed after all—but it was authentic to their new life.
And, if she was honest, even more adorable than she had hoped.
“Hehehehee, Kaya!” Kallie giggled, fighting off the overzealous puppy’s kissing onslaught.
“Well, good morning, little one,” Mommy cooed, “How did my precious babygirl sleep, hmmm?”
“M-mooooorning, Mama,” Kallie yawned, wiping the sleep from her eyes.
Mommy scooped up her groggy little, who clung to her like a koala. Kallie’s diaper squished on Mommy’s forearm, yet Mommy still pulled back the waistband of her diaper.
“Mamaaa!” Kallie whined.
Mommy expected that reaction, of course. Kallie always squirmed and fussed when her diaper was checked the first thing after she woke up.
Not that Kallie should be surprised. By now, waking up dry isn’t even a consideration. And waking up to a clean diaper is more of a surprise than a messy diaper.
“No poopies!” Mommy announces, carrying Kallie out of the room.
The smell of sizzling bacon and chocolate chip pancakes is unmistakable once they leave the bubble of baby powder and soiled diapers.
“Pantiecakes!” Kallie squealed in delight. Mommy can’t help but laugh at Kallie’s adorable name for pancakes.
Kallie was so excited about her “pantiecakes,” that she completely forgot it was Christmas morning—at least until she got upstairs.
There was no mistaking that it was Christmas up here.
As always, Nana and Gampa’s cabin was decked out for Christmas. Strings of Christmas lights wrapped the wooden walls as firewood crackled in the fireplace. And of course, the freshly cut Christmas tree with stacks of presents under it.
Though, unsurprisingly, Kallie only had eyes for the presents.
“Pwesents!” Kallie shouted, bouncing in Mommy’s arms.
Her pure, innocent excitement drew everyone’s attention to her, causing her to blush profusely.
“Merry Christmas, Peanut!” Daddy said from the kitchen,
She didn’t have any time to answer before Nana was pinching her cheeks and gushing over how cute she was.
“Breakfast will be ready in 15,” Daddy announced, “I have her morning bottle ready. Do you mind, babe?”
“Oh, no, you relax, dear,” Nana waved Mommy away. “This is a job for Nana, isn’t it, baby?”
Kalie’s cheeks continued to redden as she was placed in Nana’s lap. The twenty-two-year-old never felt more babyish than when Nana doted on her.
Especially lying there in her pajamas that did little to hide how soggy her diaper was.
And Nana always fussed over her diaper.
By the time her bottle was empty, Kallie was lost in a milk haze, barely registering Daddy’s voice as Nana burped her.
“Kallie? Do you wanna help Dada bring over the plates for breakfast?”
She answered with a loud burp.
“Good girl, get all the icky bubbles out of your tummy,” Nana encouraged as she gently patted Kallie’s back.
“C-coming, Dada!” Kallie shouted after one last burp.
“Be careful not to spill, baby,” Dada warned as Kallie grabbed two plates, “Those are for Nana and Gampa.”
After delivering the plates, Kallie turned around to get the remaining few.
“Come here, sweetie. Let’s get you in your high chair, okay?”
“B-buh!”
“No butts,” Mommy laughed, picking Kallie up and depositing her into her highchair. Her little feet swayed nervously being the center of attention.
Gampa took Kallie’s plate and cut up her pancakes into bite-sized pieces while Nana made silly faces.
“Don’t forget her bib, hun.”
“How could I forget?” Daddy laughed, wrapping the bib around Kallie.
The bib is red with a picture of Santa, next to it says, “Drinks more milk than Santa!”
“Can you read what it says, Peanut?” Daddy asked.
Her cheeks are as rosy red as the Santa on her bib. “D-dwinks mo’ m-milk den Santa…”
“Wow, good job!” Nana gushed, “What a smart baby you two have!”
“She loves to read,” Mommy said proudly, “If only she had that same enthusiasm for potty training!”
“Awww, don’t be too quick to make it past the diaper phase!” Nana responded sagely, “You’ll miss those moments one day.”
“Well, I’ll let you change her after those pancakes make it to her diaper, Mom,” Mommy retorted, smiling.
Daddy didn’t give her any time to dwell on the idea, feeding her a piece of pancake. Chocolate smeared on her cheeks.
“Your Daddy tells me you’re itching to go sledding today, little one. Are you sure you’re ready?” Gampa asked Kallie.
“I don’t know about that, Dad,” Mommy interjected.
“Mhm! M’a big girl! I cans do it, Mama!”
Gampa laughed at her bravery.
“Dadaaaa,” Kallie whined, bouncing and kicking her legs after waiting too long in between bites.
“How could I forget my little Kallie’s nummies?” Daddy answered.
“Don’t forget to drink your juice,” Mommy said, putting a sippy cup on her tray.
Juice trickled down Kallie’s cheeks and into her bib.
“Have you been a good girl for Santa this year?” Nana asked.
“M..M’fink sos! I…umm..been using ma manners a…an not squirmin and fussin during didi changes f-for m-mah teachers ah daycares!”
“Well,” Nana said conspiratorially, “That must be why I saw so many presents under the tree!”
Kallie giggled as she took another bite of pancakes.
“That’s my girl,” Daddy announced, ruffling her hair, “All done!”
“That must mean it’s time for presents!” Gampa added.
“Yahhhh pwesents! Pwesents, pweeeease?”
Mommy shot him an angry look.
“Once we clean up, honey. Not before,” Mommy commanded.
“H-hey!” Kallie squealed as Daddy checked her diaper.
“She didn’t poop yet, right, babe?” he asked Mommy.
“Not yet, but it shouldn’t be too long.”
All Kallie could do is cover her face in embarrassment until Nana pulls them away and wipes her cheeks and hands of the chocolate.
“Why don’t you watch some tv while the adults clean up, hmm?” Daddy suggested.
“B-buh…pwesents!”
“Once we clean up, I promise, kiddo.”
“Kay…wanna watch Bluey! Pretty please?”
“Bluey it is,” Mommy conceded, pulling her from the highchair and bringing her to the living room. “Now, can you be a good girl and watch quietly, or do I need to get your playpen?”
“Nuh uh! Big girl, Mama!”
“Okay, I trust you, baby.” Before she left to clean with Nana, Mommy put on Bluey.
Once out of earshot, Nana worriedly turns to Mommy. “I’m worried about her. Is she backed up?”
“Oh, she’s fine. She’s been a little potty-shy lately. Let her think we're distracted and I’m sure she’ll move things along.”
Nana nodded, but kept a watchful eye on the poor girl.
“Trust me, she’s okay. You won't have to wait long.”
“I don’t know, she’s such a cutie. I hate thinking she’s uncomfortable.”
Kallie glanced at the adults, who all seemed busy. She stood up, eyes fixed on the tv, whimpering as she unconsciously did a potty dance to the intro of Bluey.
“Bingo!” she shouted.
She sang along while slyly looking for a comfortable place to poop. She spied the couch and slowly toddled over, trying to act innocent.
Daddy elbowed Mommy and Nana, knowing all of Kallie’s telltale signs she’s about to fill her diaper.
“Bluey!”
As the show started, Kallie slowly crept to her chosen spot on the back of the couch, pushing her tummy against it and squatting down a bit.
“Mmghh.”
Her big breakfast and last night’s dinner erupted into the back of her diaper as she pushed. Her diaper strained under the weight of her mess, drooping dangerously low and pulling down her pajamas.
Everyone watched her little show, doing their best not to ruin the adorable moment unfolding on the couch.
At the silly girl who thinks she’s not obviously messing her diaper.
“Mmmggghhhh.”
A loud toot betrayed her, forcing her to blush. She wiggled her butt, still pooping, pretending to be invested in Bluey.
“A..all…mghff…d-done,” she whispered to herself.
After one final grunt, she takes a deep breath and relaxes, giggling. She immediately went back to watching her show, dancing and bouncing on the couch.
Unable to help herself–and struggling to stay composed in the face of something so adorable–Nana sat next to Kallie, smiling.
She does her best to ignore the smell of Kallie’s very dirty diaper.
“Enjoying your show, baby? Your Mama says this is your favorite! Can you tell me about it?”
Kallie tried to inch away from Nana to stay undetected, but is pulled into her lap.
Fighting to stay innocent, she nods excitedly. “Mhm! Dats Bluey! An an dats Bingo!”
Nana let Kallie ramble on about her favorite show, telling her about her favorite episodes, and who all the characters are.
“Those are her Mama and Dada! Buh they’re not as cool as mines! My Mama and Dada are the bestest!”
“Awww, thank you, peanut!” Daddy said as he headed downstairs to grab her diaper supplies.
Kallie’s rambling immediately slowed as Daddy came back upstairs with her diaper bag and set up the changing station right next to the Christmas tree.
“Uhh…ummm…keepy uppy is my favorite,” Kallie mumbled distractedly.
“Ohh, that’s exciting,” Nana responded, looking past Kalie.
Kallie feels the back of her diaper pulled back, turning to find Mommy smiling at her.
“Uhh ohhh, does Mama have a stinky baby, hmm? Are you my stinky baby? Yes, you are! Mama’s little stinkerpants!”
Nana sensed her embarrassment and pinched her cheeks before pulling Kallie into a hug.
“Don’t be embarrassed, sweetpea! Nana knows you’re just a baby and couldn’t help it!”
“Well, either way, time to get that tushie clean,” Mommy laughed, carrying you to the changing pad.
Nana followed Mommy, but Gampa grabbed his coffee and headed to the patio. “You girls have fun.”
Mommy knelt between Kallie’s legs and pulled off her pajama pants as Nana sat down next to her.
“Kaya, no!” Mommy chided the dog who shoved her nose into her diaper.
Kallie wiggles in shame, eyes welling with tears. “Nuuu, don’ wan ch-changies!”
As Mommy prepares the wipes, Kallie kicks and fusses, forcing her to grab her ankles.
“Such a squirmy baby this morning, aren’t you? Someone must be excited to play in the snow with Kaya after presents!”
Mommy knew she said the magic words as Kallie stopped fussing.
Kallie looked out the window at the falling snow and then down to the presents next to her.
“P-pwesants an-and swedding!”
“That’s right, honey,” Mommy cooed as she ripped the tabs of her diaper and used the front to wipe as much poop from her tush as possible. “Once you're clean, you can open presents!”
Between the promise of presents and sledding, Kallie barely fussed as her legs were thrust into the air and Mommy wiped her bum clean of poop–a slow process given the extent of her mess.
Kallie still wasn’t used to being changed so openly, like she was a genuine baby. Especially when there were people other than Mommy and Daddy.
Though she couldn’t deny she loved the attention from Mommy and Nana.
After what Kallie was sure was three hours, Mommy finally taped on her diaper and slid up her pajamas.
“There, all done, Ladybug! That wasn’t so bad, was it? Thank you for not being a squirmy wormy baby!” Mommy praised, before blowing a big raspberry on Peanut’s tummy.
“Hehehe Mama!! Ticklesss!”
Nana grabbed the stinky, rolled up diaper and threw it away.
“Do I spy a clean Peanut?” Daddy boomed coming inside with Gampa. “Is it time for presents?”
“Yayayaya! Pwesents Dada!!”
Daddy suddenly looked serious. “Well, sweetie, can you do something very important for us?”
“Mhm!”
“I knew I could trust you! You’re going to be Santa and choose the next present for everyone to open? Can you do that?”
“Yeah, Dada!”
“Good girl! We’re all counting on you!”
Everyone took their seats on the couch next to the Christmas tree. Kallie was shaking with eager excitement.
“Who’s first, cutie?”
Kallie waddled to the tree, her diaper crinkling merrily with every step. When she bent down to choose a present, three inches of diaper poked out, causing Nana to gush about how cute she was.
“This one, Dada!” she decided, running to Gampa with a gift.
By the time she gave everyone but herself a gift, she was buzzing. Wrapping paper was strewn over the floor.
“Time for one of yours, honey!” Daddy said, “Grab one and come sit on my lap.”
“Okay, Dada!!”
Kallie grabbed the biggest one she could find. “This one from Nana and Gampa!!”
Daddy helped Peanut bring it over, putting the present at his feet for Kallie to open. She didn’t need any encouragement, ripping it open without any hesitation.
“Ahhhh, itsa Bluey play house!!! An an an look it has Bluey and Bingo! Thank you Nana and Gampa!” Kallie shouted as she ran over to give them hugs.
“You’re very welcome, dear,” Nana answered, patting her cheek. Gampa looked just as surprised as Kallie to discover what the present was.
Suddenly, Kallie looked like she remembered something. “Oh oh, Mama and Dada!! M…I made you this at daycare an an…it’s cause you’re the bestest Mama and Dada ever!”
She bent down and grabbed a poorly wrapped package, holding it as if it were her masterpiece. She brought it to Daddy for them to open.
“My gosh, Peanut!” Daddy gushed, “You got us something?”
“M-mhm! Open it!”
Mommy carefully unwrapped the present, trying to fight back tears. When they opened the box they found a Christmas ornament.
“Baby…this is…well…” Mommy could no longer fight back tears, “This is the best gift ever!”
She held up the ornament for Nana and Gampa to see. It was a beautiful red ball with a drawing of Mommy, Daddy, and Kallie.
On the other side of the drawing, Kallie had written “Baby’s First Christmas, 2025.”
A collective “awwww” rang out as Mommy and Daddy wrapped their babygirl in a bear hug.
“We love you, little one,” Mommy crackled through tears, “More than you’ll ever know.”
“I…I love you too, Mama. And Dada!”
The moment was only broken when Daddy couldn’t control himself anymore and walked to his bedroom to “grab something special” for Kallie.
She was confused as she still had more than a few presents to open.
Mommy gave him the “slow down” look, but it was obvious Daddy couldn’t wait any longer.
When he got back, there was only a small, neatly wrapped box in his hand. He scooped up Kallie and put her in his lap.
“This is from Mama and me, sweetie. I couldn’t wait anymore after I opened your amazing gift. Anyway, here you go.”
Kallie took the box from Daddy, holding it like it was a precious gem. She ripped the wrapping paper and found only a black box.
“Open it, silly,” Daddy said to her confused look.
When she did, she saw some weird bracelet. It took a second to realize what it is.
“I-is this…a-a Magic band, Dada?” she asked.
“Why don’t you keep opening it, baby?” Daddy prompted.
She did.
Kallie found a hand drawn ticket from Daddy that said “Good for one week at Disney World with Mommy and Daddy.”
Underneath it was a paper wrapped around a keycard that said “Kallie’s key to the Beach Club Resort.”
Under the keycard were a few random tickets, such as: one “Good for ONE Get Out Of A Nap Free” card; two “Good for ONE big girl drink at Epcot” cards; and three “Good for ONE Snack of Your Choice” cards; and finally, one “Good for ONE Disney Stuffie of Your Choice” card.
Kallie slowly put it all together, her eyes full of tears. She looked at Daddy. And then Mommy.
“W-we’re g-going to D-Disneyw-world?!”
“That’s right, baby! We leave in two weeks!”
Kallie squealed in utter delight, practically tackling Daddy as she leaned to hug both him and Mommy.
It was another ten minutes before she calmed down enough to start handing out more presents. Of course, more than a few of the presents were Disney related to tease the idea of Disney before the grand reveal.
But it didn’t matter.
Not when they watched their little one fully regress in pure, unfiltered joy. By the time she opened her last present, she barely resembled the twenty-two year old girl she was.
She was their little.
An hour later, Kallie was lying on the carpet next to her Bluey playset, fast asleep, still holding her Bluey figurine in her hand. Her binky still bobbed slowly.
Daddy and Mommy watched her sleep for a few minutes, soaking it all in. Eventually, Daddy put down his whiskey and carefully picked her up and brought her downstairs for a nap.
All anyone could talk about for the next hour she was asleep was how adorable their little Kallie was—and how perfect their first Christmas was going.
Mommy tried to talk Daddy out of taking her sledding after she woke up. But eventually gave in. Besides, the thick, poofy snowsuit they got was far too adorable to not use.
And the hill behind the cabin wasn’t too dangerous. She may be their little, but she was big enough to be safe. And it’s not like Daddy and Gampa wouldn’t be right there with her.
But until she woke up, they were content to prepare dinner and watch football, checking on her every so often in the baby monitor.
It was 45 minutes after naptime and Allison still wasn't asleep. Bouncing aimlessly under her mobile, spittling and gurgling through her pacifier, Allison kept doddling through naptime, babbling and giggling at her placid, swirling world.
As Allison was focused on *GraBBy-ChEwYfiSH* her body focused elsewhere. Partially aware of *something* as she chewed her "bearBear", her jittery bouncing softened as her legs realized something she couldn't.
Before she even knew it, *something* had happened. Suddenly wide-eyed and red-faced, Ally shockedly blinked as she emerged from her lost world. Riled from some seeming effort, Ally shifted nervously, immediately noticing her dramatically heavier diaper.
"NooO😦OoO😶OooO😫OoooO...😭😭...OooO😖oOouuu😖UuUug...", jibbered the upset girl. Squirming as her simmering tantrum unfolded, she winced with every bounce, unpleasantly whining as the reality of her diaper settled in.
The quickly escalating situation cut through the quiet house, drawing knowing sighs from Mommy and Daddy as both exaggeratedly mouthed "Your Turn" to the other.
As They opened the nursery door Allison briefly paused her crying, tearing as she lay upside down watching the door open. Recognizing a *bAd* tantrum, They made sure to make baby Ally's *🐷🐈favorite🐒aMinAL🐕🦆* noises as They walked in, drawing a quickly silenced giggle as the little🖐️*grAbbiEd*🖐️ anxiously.
It was impossible not to smile at the squirming, desperate mess of a girl. Upside down and feet in hands, Allison looked up longingly as her CG stepped to the edge of her crib, gurgling a drawn out, hopeful "gOoooOooommmB" to greet Them.
"Yes Honey: goomb", agreed the CareGiver. Finally getting a good look at the little's diaper, Allison's CG immediately recognized this as a bath-time situation. Reaching down to rub the upset baby's tummy, They chortled soothingly, "Oh My Goodness! Look at how full that diapey is: 🤭Pee-EW🤭! You poor little thing! Let's get you bathed and changed right now, OK sweetie?"
They gently picked the slowly calming little up, standing her on her colorful nursery mats. Confused, Ally looked up at her CG with grabby arms, issuing a worried "MmMMm!" as she did.
"☝️No-no☝️little Ally, let's do some walkie practice while we're up, OK?", the CG brightly baby-talked. "Can you try some walkies for me, baby girl?"
"I'm going to stand by the bathroom door, do walkies to me little monkey! Such a good girl..." trailed the CG as she walked the short distance down the hallway.
Alone and upright, Allison absently waddled backwards, thumb in mouth. Happening to stop in front of her nursery mirror, the regressed 30-year-old couldn't help but stare at the sight of herself....
Something didn't seem right about her reflection: she could feel it. As her eyes tracked to her *full* diapey Allison felt another tantrum beginning, tears already dropping as she focused on her massive accident. Despite the emotional intensity of Ally's response, her "lost little noodle brains" struggled to understand this new frustration. Somehow, she felt almost as if she didn't belong in diapers, like she was somehow *bigger*...
In fact, Allison's new parents had recenty adopted her from the local Regression Clinic, where they had been given explicit instructions to keep the "hopeless rebel" on a full regiment of regression drugs. But, despite the Clinic's warnings of relapse, Ally's parents were optimistic they could keep their "Little Lamby Girl" without the intense dosages, even recently cutting back on her medication and closely monitoring the girl for any adult-ish behavior.
"Oh AllllllllllyyyY....", echoed her loving CG from the bathroom door. "Where's my sweet little stinky baby gone? There'll be no bubbles left if you keep doddling...Hurry scurry little girl!"
The word "bubbles" snapped Allison out of her foggy-minded tears. Bath bubbles were her favorite, and she knew They wouldn't let her have any if she didn't hurry. Allison, forgetting about "walkie practice", dropped to her knees and started crawling, lost in her strange, distant sense of adulthood.
As baby Ally started down the hallway her beaming CG cooed her on, instantly re-regressing the shaken little. Suddenly, she knew all she needed to do was tell Them what happened: Mommy&Daddy always made the "sad-bads" go away. Ally crawled as fast as she could, determined that Mommy&Daddy, and bubbles and *clean*, would stop this ucky, newfound confusion...
It was hard enough to be taken seriously as a young woman in such a male-dominated field. You even had the added disadvantage of being particularly pretty. Younger men saw a potential date while older men, if not pervy, saw a girl which to them meant that you were ditzy and weak.
This particular client was a man. Maybe five years older or so, you guessed. When he opened the door, he seemed surprised. And you thought he looked at you a little condescendingly. But were you going to show him. You walked inside with an authoritative air, your tools by your side. Cool, calm, collected. You started working on his cabinet right away.
Thing is, normally clients tend to leave the room when you work. You know, since they have things to do and it’s awkward to stand in the corner for an hour. Didn’t bother him clearly. You felt him staring at you. For such a long time too that it became a distraction. You figured he was looking at your butt. The man was attractive, you had to admit, but it felt so disrespectful. You became flustered. How to make him go away? There was another reason you didn’t enjoy people staring at your butt. You happened to wear diapers.
You’ve always like diapers and you had decided to go 24/7 a few years back. This was generally not a problem. Actually, it was great when you were working because you didn’t need to use the client’s bathroom. But when someone watches you like a hawk exactly where you don’t want them to look, it tends to stress you out. And of course, of course, your diaper was peaking out.
You heard a little laugh.
“Oh. Little lady.” the man said. Little lady, really? “What’s that you’re wearing underneath those overalls?”
Either he’s used to asking women what they wear, either he was doing it just for you. Regardless, you didn’t feel like answering him.
“None of your business, sir.” You answered. In spite of his awful behavior, you wanted to remain professional.
“If you’re wearing, what I think you’re wearing, you shouldn’t be dealing with all those tools!”
“Sir, if you don’t let me finish my work in peace, I will leave.”
“Oh. Are we throwing a tantrum?”
A tantrum? Who the hell is this guy?
“Alright, sir, that’s enough.” You tried to leave, but he was bigger and stronger and blocked the entryway. He held your wrists.
“Sir, let me go.”
“Oh no, little lady. Work’s not done.”
He forcefully removed your overalls. Your medical diaper was exposed.
“Go on, keep working if you’re such an adult.”
You obeyed, but did so red and humiliated. Nevertheless, he never left the room. Not once.
You figured that he would need to leave the room at some point. But what you hadn’t accounted for was that you would need to go to the bathroom much sooner than he would. Normally, using your diaper was a pleasure. But in this situation, it certainly didn’t feel like that. Your bladder suddenly ached and while you tried holding it as much as possible, your bladder was too weak from years of going into diapers. You barely held out for a few seconds before leaking into your diaper.
“Oh no.” you said in a high-pitched voice under your breath. You were bending down to see the damage to your diaper. You had been completely and thoroughly humiliated. Brought down to nothing more than a baby who pisses her pants.
“Looks like princess went in her diaper! Good thing you were wearing them, baby!”
“I’m not a baby!” you bawled out.
“Shh-shh. It’s okay.” The man came to comfort you. You didn’t like him, but it did feel good to have strong arms around you. You felt safe. “Don’t worry, Daddy’s here. Daddy’s going to take of you from now on. No need to be a big girl.”
You liked being a big girl, but you had a feeling you didn’t have much of a choice.
Photo credit: Shantal from ByteMine
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soooooo, in addition to being years late to the party i am also *really* not good at this whole quick cut video thing. but for my dear tumblr friends, i try!
what's underneath? what's always underneath? you guessed it... 🙈
PS. Imagine if this is how checks had to be done. omg. no gentle pats. or subtle waistband peeks. just a stern demand and a requisite pant rip-off for all to see. i am actually blushing. why brain, WHY must you operate like this!?
Baby Kiara had such a long day at daycare. After nap time in the bassinet the teachers found her in the bassinet dressed in her bonnet, booties, and soaked disposable diapers ready to be changed.
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Edited From: The White Ward, Patient 004 - Caning Punishment
I often wonder what happened with the studio, The White Ward. The location they seemed to have, the premise or scenarios they developed, and could develop in the building they filmed in had so much potential.
This edit is focused on the diapering of the restrained patient.
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