Pampers Please!!

Today's outfit 🤭

Just a girl who loves diapers

Especially safaris 🦒

How come you like your thick padding so much? Why do you like it, thick as it can be?

You’re trying to press your thighs against each other, but just can’t. The sound that the diaper makes when your legs fail to touch one another gets you excited. You are bound to a restrictive mass that awaits your wet humiliation. Your bladder screams, the pressure builds, and the diaper awaits to grow even bigger. It's thirsty for your piss, it wants to restrict you even more.

Your diaper calls you to use it. The soft padding you’re sitting on is inviting you to use it. The massive front invites you to add something of your own making.

Your diaper is a signal to the world around you as well. If someone sees your big crotch, they’ll know you’re probably small underneath. If someone sees your big butt, they’ll know someone his giving it a good use. When you are diapered, those signals are pulsing at you every moment as well.

Beach Day

Sometimes everything seems so boring 😪.

… guess who was hiding a Minnie Mouse pull up

(all characters above 18)😏i know much of you will googoo on this one 😛 inspiration comes from now defunct "hubbies..com" art (thank you Susan Flannery) on this précise scene. The story is however mine. Enjoy!

Story:

Margaret had read every disgusting word in her son’s journal. The detailed plans to take Emily to prom, get her drunk, and “fuck her raw like a cheap whore,” to “pump her full until she’s leaking my cum all night.” The arrogance. The disrespect. The attitude.

Punishment was no longer optional. It was total.

The afternoon before prom, she dragged her protesting, muscular 19-year-old son into his newly converted nursery. The room smelled of baby powder and baby lotion. A large crib with locking rails dominated one wall. The changing table was stocked like a professional nursery: stacks of extra-thick terry cloth diapers, boosters, plastic pants, pins, creams, and lubricants.

“Strip,” Mommy ordered coldly.

When he hesitated, she slapped his bare ass hard and yanked his clothes off herself. Naked and furious, he was lifted onto the changing table like an oversized toddler. Mommy took her time.

First, she slathered his entire groin, cock, balls, and bottom in thick white lotion, rubbing it in slowly, deliberately teasing his shaft until it was half-hard and twitching with unwanted shame. Then came the diaper rash cream — two generous fingers scooping the thick paste and spreading it liberally over his hole and under his balls, making sure every inch was protected “like a proper baby’s privates.”

Heavy clouds of baby powder followed. She shook the bottle for a full minute, coating him until he was dusted head to toe in sweet, humiliating scent. The powder clung to his lotion-slick skin, turning him into a fragrant nursery toy.

Now the diapering began.

Mommy unfolded the first massive terry diaper ...already thicker than most adult ones...and slid it under his lifted hips. She added a second full diaper on top, then folded a third booster pad thickly in the middle for maximum absorbency and bulk. She pulled the layers up tightly between his legs, the padding forcing his thighs apart in a wide, infantile waddle. With practiced hands she pinned it shut using two oversized yellow diaper pins, one on each side, making sure it was snug but not too tight : she wanted room for the inevitable mess.

But she wasn’t done. A crinkly, clear plastic diaper cover with little duckies was pulled over the bulging terry bundle and snapped tightly at the legs and waist. The final result was obscene: an enormous, pillow-like diaper that made his muscular legs look comically small and bowed.

A baby-blue bib with a smiling rubber ducky was tied around his neck.

He was already whimpering in humiliation.

Mommy wasn’t satisfied yet.

“Babies need their bottoms properly prepared,” she cooed, pushing his knees back to his chest and exposing him completely. She opened a large jar of baby Vaseline and scooped out a huge glob with two fingers.

“Relax your little hole, sweetheart. Mommy’s going to make sure you’re nice and open for all the big poopoos you’ll be making from now on.”

He clenched. She slapped his thigh sharply. Then her slick fingers circled his tight anus, spreading the thick petroleum jelly around the rim before slowly pushing inside. One finger. Then two. She twisted and scissored gently but relentlessly, working the Vaseline deep into his passage, coating every inch of his insides.

“Feel that, baby? Mommy’s opening you up like a good little diaper slut. This hole is going to be soft, puffy, and ready to push out huge loads whenever I decide.”

She added more Vaseline, a third finger, stretching him wider, fucking him slowly with her fingers while narrating every detail. His cock throbbed traitorously against the thick diaper front despite his tears. She kept going for nearly fifteen humiliating minutes until his anus was visibly relaxed, shiny, and gaping slightly — a perfect, well-trained baby bottom.

Only then did she pull the plastic cover back up and pat the massively padded crotch. “There. All ready for your first public accident.”

Five minutes before Emily’s arrival, Mommy bent him over the changing table again, pulled the diaper cover and back of the terry down just enough, and slid a fat, melting glycerin suppository deep into his well-Vaselined hole. She pushed it in with two fingers, twisting and pressing until it was lodged far inside where it would work fastest.

“Perfect. Now we wait for the show.”

The living room.

He stood gripping the armchair, knees bent, muscles trembling, face already beet-red. The suppository was working brutally fast. Mommy stood beside him, one hand on his shoulder, smiling serenely.

The front door opened.

Emily stepped inside in her stunning emerald prom dress, looking radiant and froze in absolute shock at the sight of her date: shirtless, bibbed, and wearing an enormous, obvious diaper.

Before she could even speak, a violent cramp hit him.

“Oh… fuck…” he gasped.

Mommy leaned in lovingly. “Coochie-coo! Does the poopoo train finally arriving at the diaper depot? Oh yeeees it is! Push for Mommy and your pretty date, baby. Push like the helpless little diaper boy you are.”

Emily’s hand flew to her mouth, but her eyes sparkled with growing fascination.

He tried desperately to hold it. His face turned purple. Veins stood out on his neck. A long, wet fart escaped into the thick padding.

Then the first push came against his will.

“Nnnngh…!” He grunted loudly, thighs shaking. The massive log began to crown, stretching his well-lubricated hole. He pushed again — harder — and a thick, crackling, warm mass began filling the seat of his diaper. Emily watched, mesmerized, as the back of the triple-thick terry visibly expanded and sagged.

“Again, baby. Push number two!” Mommy encouraged sweetly.

He bore down with a deep, humiliated grunt. A huge, soft, messy wave exploded into the diaper, spreading everywhere, squelching audibly as it filled the booster and pushed the padding outward. The smell bloomed instantly ...heavy, earthy, unmistakably baby.

Third push. Even bigger. He was panting now, tears of shame rolling down his cheeks while his prom date watched him defecate like a toddler.

Fourth, final, longest push : a long, wet, crackling avalanche that made the seat of his diaper droop heavily between his legs, the plastic cover straining to contain the enormous load. The diaper was unmistakably full, sagging, lumpy, and brown at the edges.

Immediately after, a powerful, hissing torrent of pee flooded the front, swelling the already massive padding even further until it was warm, heavy, and squishing with every tiny movement.

Emily stepped closer, eyes wide with delight at his total degradation.

“Oh my God… you actually shit yourself. In front of me. Like a literal baby.” She laughed softly, then her voice dropped into exaggerated, breathy moans.

“Mmmhhh...Ohhh yes, baby… that’s it… push all that big nasty poopoo into your didee for me. Just like you wanted to push that cock into my tight little pussy tonight, right? You wanted to stretch me open and fill me up like a whore?” She moaned louder, biting her lip theatrically. “Aaaahhh~ But instead you’re the one getting filled, aren’t you? Your big strong body reduced to grunting out stinky messes while I watch.”

Mommy guided him down onto the rug on his belly. “Tummy time, baby. Show Emily how you hump your loaded diapers from now on.”

The squelch was loud and obscene as his massive, warm mess compressed beneath him. He started grinding slowly, humiliated beyond words.

Emily crouched beside him, continuing her relentless, moaning commentary:

“Ohhh fuuuck yes, hump that messy didee, you pathetic little diaper humper~ Mmmhh~ That’s how you thought you’d fuck me? Grinding and thrusting like a desperate animal? Only now it’s just warm poop and piss squishing against your worthless cock. You’ll never feel real pussy again. Just loaded, stinky diapers every single day.”

She leaned in closer, voice dripping venom and arousal. “And Mommy told me the best part. Soon your balls will be drained dry every day by women watching you. Then she’ll tie that dick up tight and milk you like a cow, squeezing every drop out while you cry. In a few weeks you’ll have a tiny baby micropenis that spurts helplessly the second you start pooping your diaper. You’ll cum every time you mess yourself like a true infant. No control. No manhood left.”

She moaned even louder, right next to his ear. “Hump faster, baby~ Let me hear those squishes. Imagine me at prom getting fucked by a real man while you’re locked in your crib, marinating in your own cum and shit. Aaaahhh~ Yes, just like that! Grind it in deep!”

The humiliation, the smell, the wet squelching, Emily’s filthy moaning, and the constant promises of future degradation pushed him over the edge.

His thrusts became frantic, animalistic. His face was buried in the rug, sobbing and grunting. The heavy, messy diaper made loud, wet, filthy sounds with every desperate hump.

Then the orgasm hit...violently.

Thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted from his cock, mixing with the piss and shit already filling the front of his diaper. Spurt after heavy spurt, longer and more intense than any he’d ever had, each one accompanied by broken, humiliated cries. His whole body shook as he emptied his balls completely into the destroyed, sagging mess, the warm wetness spreading everywhere.

Emily clapped and laughed delightedly. “He came! The baby actually came in his poopy diaper while I watched! What a perfect little pervert.”

Mommy patted his head. “Good boy. Say thank you to Emily for helping with your first public tummy time.”

“…Th-thank you… Emily…”

Emily stood up, still giggling, smoothing her prom dress. “I’m going to have so much fun telling everyone at prom about this. Enjoy your crib and that loaded diaper all night, stinky baby. Maybe I’ll come visit tomorrow and watch round two.”

She left the house laughing brightly, the sound echoing long after the door closed.

Mommy lifted her broken, sobbing, heavily loaded son into her arms. His sagging, cum-piss-shit-filled diaper swung heavily between his legs as she carried him upstairs to the crib.

“Night night, baby. Tomorrow the whole family and several neighbors are coming over for your next special tummy time. And this was only the beginning of your permanent babyfication.”

The crib bars locked shut with a final, metallic click.

His new life of endless, public, diaper-soiling humiliation had officially begun.

Seen And Not Smelled

“So we just finished up dinner at the restaurant," Tessa explained, "and we get back in my car—because of course I had to drive— and what does he do?? He pulls out a fucking strap-on and asks me if I’ll peg him!”

*gasp!*

“Noooo!”

"Stahhp!!

“He had it with him the whole time?!”

“Yup. Full harness, dildo, veins and everything. Just chilling in his bag ready to go, apparently.”

“And what did you say?”

“Oh, I was PISSED!”

“I know, right? I would be too! I mean, this was y’all’s first date and y’all had been talking for—what? Two days?? And he asks you to PEG him?!”

“Oh, I wasn’t offended by that.” Tessa said, waving it off and taking a sip of her wine. “I was offended that he brought one that was so goddamn small.”

“WHAAAT?!?!” The girls shrieked in surprise.

“So what did you do??”

Tessa crooked an eyebrow like it was the most obvious answer in the world. “I grabbed mine out of the trunk. Three sizes bigger. Then I drove around to the back of the restaurant, bent him over that same trunk, and fucked his ass right then and there.”

The girls howled with laughter. Hands smacking their thighs as they rolled around on the cushions of the couch.

“He swore up and down that he couldn’t take it. That it was ‘too big’…” Tessa continued, smiling victoriously. “but I made it fit. Made him squeal like a pig, too. Fucked him so hard he jizzed all over the concrete like a little bitch without me even touching his little dick!”

Priya almost snorted wine out of her nose.

Lauren wheezed. “And then what?”

Tessa shrugged, taking another sip. “I drove off. Left him by the dumpster with his pants down and his asshole gaped open. That’s what he gets for making me split the tab!”

The room lost it. Maeve wiping tears of laughter from her eyes before her mascara ran, Lauren doubled over clutching her stomach, Sara fanning herself like she might faint from secondhand glee.

“God DAMN, you’re ruthless! I love it.”

Priya tried to speak through giggles. “Okay, well my story isn’t that good, but I did have one guy last week that—”

She stopped cold. Nose wrinkled.

“Uhh… do you guys smell that?”

Lauren sniffed, face twisting. “Oh! God…yeah. That’s poop.”

Tessa’s eyes flicked down. “Uh… Maeve?”

They all collectively turned their attention from her, to the middle of the floor.

Noah had been there the whole time, kneeling quietly among his Lego bricks, thick cartoon-printed diaper crinkling faintly with every tiny shift.

Maeve sighed, small and resigned. She set her glass down.

“Noah,” she said sweetly, “honey…” she leaned forward and dropped her volume, as if she was about to have a discreet conversation even though all eyes and ears of the girls around could very much hear. “Did you make a stinky, sweetie?” She asked, “Did you have a little…accident?”

Noah didn’t answer. Couldn’t. His face flushed deeper than crimson, eyes glued to the half-finished Lego structure. A tiny, involuntary whimper escaped.

The girls exchanged glances.

Maeve let out a long exhale, then stood up slowly, smoothing her skirt. She walked over, and crouched behind him. Without ceremony she lifted the hem of his t-shirt, exposing the waistband of the diaper. One manicured finger hooked inside the back elastic and tugged it open just enough to peer in.

A pause. Then a low, tired groan.

“Yup,” she muttered, letting the elastic snap back. “Full load. Great timing, babe.”

She stayed crouched there for a second, rubbing her temple.

“Noah...didn't I tell you that tonight you were supposed to be seen and not heard? Did you not thinking that included smelled as well?” She exhaled hard through her nose. “Did you really have to do this right now? In front of my friends?”

Noah’s lower lip trembled, tears welling up in his eyes. "I'm s-sorry, Mommy. I had to go but I didn't want to interwupt and I didn't know what to do so I...I..." A soft, choked sob escaped...then another. His whole body shook with quiet, humiliated crying.

Maeve’s face softened immediately. All exasperation and frustration vanishing instantly.

“Oh, baby…” she whispered, wrapping her arms around him from behind, pulling him back against her chest in a gentle hug.

“I’m s-s-sorry, Mommy,” he choked out between sobs. “I’m so sorry. The girls are mad at me now. They’re mad and they hate me. I’m gwoss. I’m so gross and I ruined everything! I ruined girls’ night. I didn’t mean to!! I tried to hold it but I couldn’t and now everyone’s mad and the night is ruined because of m-m-me…”

He was having a full-on meltdown. So used to constantly being in Little Space that he forgot what it was like to hold back and save a little dignity. He cried and blubbered and let it all out.

Maeve immediately wrapped her arms around him and rocked him slowly, one hand cradling the nape of his neck, the other patting his heavy, sagging diaper in steady, comforting rhythms. “Shhh!! It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s sorry. I didn’t mean to be so hard on you. You couldn’t help it, could you? I know, sweetie. I know...”

She pressed a kiss to the top of his head, rocking him until the sobs eased into sniffles, until his breathing slowed and he leaned into her like he always did when he felt small and safe.

But the room was dead silent. Several long, awkward, heavy beats passed. No laughter, no quick quips, just the faint crinkle of Noah’s diaper as he curled tighter, shoulders shaking with quiet, mortified sobs.

Then Tessa—bold, unflappable Tessa—leaned forward, voice dropping into that warm, deliberate tone she used when she was about to take charge of an awkward moment.

“Hey…" she said softly, leaning forward on the couch, locking eyes with Noah, "...I heard someone has a poopy diaper,” a small smirk creeping up the side of her lip.

Noah's sobbing stopped with a hiccup, panicked.

“And it smells pretty yucky, huh?" Tessa continued, "Like...really gross. Big, stinky, full-on messy load.” She paused, letting the words settle without flinching. “But you know what?”

Noah braced for a brutal remark, something to scold and humiliate him, but it never came. Instead, Tessa smiled.

"It's okay." she said simply.

Noah’s sobs hitched. He lifted his head just enough to peek at her, eyes red-rimmed and incredulous, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Slowly, hesitantly, he leaned his head off Maeve’s chest, still sniffling, still clinging to her shirt with one fist.

Priya, catching on, smiled and leaned forward. "Aww! Is somewon embarwessed of that big lumpy load in their diapee? Hmm?" She didn’t wait for an answer, just tilted her head, letting a small, knowing smile creep in. "Did you really think we don't know what you do in those things?" she scoffed lightly, teasing but warm "Please! We know all about your pamper-pooping habits. Your mommy's told us all the stories!"

“Yeah…” Lauren joined in, softer, almost conspiratorial. “Did you think a little stink would scare us away? Come on… Like we haven’t heard about the blowouts in the park… or that time at the coffee shop when you two had to duck into the family restroom for an emergency change. We’ve been briefed, baby.”

Noah’s breathing slowed. The tears still slipped down his cheeks, but the frantic edge had dulled. His wide eyes moved from face to face, searching, waiting for the judgment that never came.

Tessa leaned forward reaching out her hand to beckon him. “Come here, little one." she said "Let me check you.”

He glanced at Maeve for reassurance, who smiled and nodded. She gave him an encouraging squeeze before letting him crawl over until he was close enough for Tessa's reach.

"Well go on..." she said, spinning her finger, "turn around so I can see your diaper."

Noah flushed a fresh fuchsia color on his cheeks, hanging his head a bit in shyness as he crinkled around in a circle, exposing his bottom.

There was only a hint of hesitation as Tessa reached out, her palm resting lightly against the thick, sagging seat of Noah's diaper. Lifting it and testing the weight of the heavy load before letting it plop back down.

"Mmm-hmm," Tessa murmured, giving the padded bottom a gentle pat, "That's definitely full!" She leaned in a little bit, giving a sniff, then recoiled. "Oof! Yea! And stinky too!!"

Noah whimpered, flipping back around in shy embarrassment. But Tessa still smiled. “See?” she said. “Still here. Not running. Not grossed out. Nothing scary about that. Just means the diaper did its job. And you did yours.”

Priya mirrored her, extending a finger to poke the side of the bulge, testing the give, like she was checking ripeness on fruit. A soft crinkle-squish. She raised an eyebrow at Maeve.

“Your mommy thinks we’ve never smelled a dirty diaper before. As if we don’t know exactly what kind of boyfriend she’s got.”

Lauren leaned in last, giving the padded bottom a single, affectionate squeeze, enough to make Noah squeak and bury his face deeper, but the squeeze lingered warm and steady.

“We expected you to dookie in your diaper eventually,” she murmured. “It’s what diapers are for, silly! That's why you wear them. No one’s mad. Promise.”

Noah’s lower lip quivered once more, but this time the tears that fell were slower, quieter. He sniffled hard, wiped his nose on the back of his wrist, and—almost against his will—a tiny, wobbly smile flickered at the corner of his mouth.

Maeve exhaled a long, shaky breath of relief. She rubbed slow circles on his back and looked around the circle at her friends, eyes shining. “Thank you,” she whispered. “All of you.”

Tessa just shrugged one shoulder, still smiling down at Noah. “Told you. We’re not going anywhere.”

Maeve swallowed, nodded, thanked them again for their understanding, then stood up straight. “I’m going to take him to the bedroom and change him real fast. I’ll be right—”

"What?"

"No way!" Priya waved her off. "Don’t hide the fun! He’s right here. Change him on the floor. We want the full show!”

Lauren nodded eagerly. “Yeah, come on. Live entertainment. We’ve seen the meltdown, might as well get the rest.”

Tessa leaned closer. “Please? It’s hilarious. And...kind of hot. In a weird way.”

“Okay, well… I dunno about ‘hot,’" Priya said, "but it definitely is… cute. Intimate.” She gave a small, reluctant smile.

The other girls murmured agreement, “Totally cute.”

Maeve exhaled. “Fine. But if anyone makes him cry, you’re all out.”

The girls squealed and clapped their hands in excited victory.

Maeve paused, hand still resting on Noah’s back. She looked down at hi, brushing a thumb across his damp cheek. “Baby?” she asked, voice low and private despite the audience. “You okay if Mommy changes you right here? Let the girls see how I take care of you when you have a big accident?”

Noah hesitated, eyes flicking toward the circle of faces. None of them mocking, all of them waiting with quiet patience. He swallowed hard, then gave the smallest nod. His voice came out tiny, cracked but steadying. “…Okay, Mommy.”

Maeve pressed a kiss to his head. “Alright then.”

She reached for the changing pad she kept folded nearby (always prepared), shook it out across the center of the rug, and smoothed it flat. The faint plastic crinkle seemed louder in the hushed room.

“Come here, sweetie. On your back for Mommy.”

Noah moved slowly, still shaky from the crying, still flushed, but he crawled the short distance and lay down without protest. Knees came up instinctively, arms resting stiff at his sides like he was bracing himself. The diaper sagged heavily between his thighs, the faint earthy smell still lingering in the air.

Maeve knelt beside him, putting a pacifier in his mouth to soothe him. Then ripped the tapes open one at a time with soft, sharp pops. The front panel fell away slowly, revealing the thick, messy contents. The smell bloomed stronger for a moment, no one flinched, but their noses did wrinkle.

Tessa leaned in just a fraction, voice warm and low. “Look at that… you really packed it in there, huh? Such a big, messy boy!”

Priya’s eyes widened, not in disgust, but in something closer to quiet awe. “Wow. That’s… a lot. You didn’t hold anything back, did you, sweetie?”

Lauren rested her chin in her hand, smiling softly. “It’s okay that it’s yucky. Diapers are made for yucky. You did exactly what you were supposed to!”

Maeve reached for the pack of wipes, pulling one free with a soft rustle. She started at the top. Slow, careful strokes across his lower belly, then lower still, folding the wipe and using fresh sections each time. The cool cloth made Noah twitch and suck in a small breath.

Tessa noticed. “Awww, cold wipey? Brrrrrr!!! Poor baby! Hold still!”

Maeve worked methodically, lifting his legs gently by the ankles to get underneath, wiping between cheeks, folding, wiping again. Every motion calm, practiced, loving. She didn’t rush, she let the moment breathe.

Priya watched, voice soft. “Your mommy’s so good at this. Look how gentle she is! You’re in good hands. We’re all right here!”

Maeve’s fingers moved to the creases of his thighs, cleaning the last traces with tender precision. As the wipe glided over the sensitive skin just beside his groin, Noah winced.

“Uh oh! Looks like someone’s getting hard!”

Priya leaned in a fraction, grinning. “Awww! Are you getting a boner??”

“Someone’s winkie likes the attention!” Tessa giggled, "Even when it's messy time!"

Noah’s face ignited scarlet from forehead to collarbones. He slapped both hands over his eyes with a mortified squeak, legs instinctively trying to close even as Maeve gently held them parted to finish the wipe-down. A tiny, embarrassed whimper slipped out from behind his palms.

Maeve didn’t miss a beat. She simply gave his tummy a soft, reassuring pat. “Shhh, it’s okay, baby,” she murmured, voice low and soothing. “Nothing to be shy about. You can't help it. Just a little excited from all the love and attention. That's all.”

She finished the last gentle pass with the wipe, then set it in the dirty diaper below, balled it up, put it aside, and reached for the baby powder. A generous puff of sweet-scented cloud drifted down, she rubbed it in with slow, circling palms over his bottom, between his legs, across his pelvis, careful and thorough, never lingering too long on the now-prominent erection but never shying away from it either.

Priya inhaled deeply. “Mmm… there we go! From super stinky to super fresh. Magic.”

Lauren smiled. “See? All better now. You’re our clean, sweet boy again.”

Maeve slid the fresh diaper under his hips, same cartoon pattern, thick and crinkly. She pulled the front up snug between his legs, taped one side, then the other, smoothing the waistband with her palms. Two final pats on the padded front, firm, reassuring.

“All done,” she said softly, helping him sit up.

The girls clapped like they just saw the most amazing Broadway show.

"Bravo!"

"Amazing!"

"Impressive!"

"Why don't you thank your Mommy for changing such a stinky diaper?"

Noah’s voice was clearer now, though still small and shy. “Thank you, Mommy.”

Maeve ruffled his hair. "You're welcome, sweetie." She said with a genuine smile, then glanced at the circle of women. “Now how about you apologize to the girls for pooping your pampers in front of them and interrupting girls’ night?” She followed it with a smirk and wink to let her know she wasn't too peeved.

Noah looked up at them, eyes still a little glassy, cheeks still pink, but he managed. “I’m sorry… for pooping my diaper and making it smell. And for… ruining the fun.”

Tessa shook her head immediately. “You didn’t ruin anything, sweetie. You made the night more interesting. We’re glad we got to be here for it.”

"No apologies needed,” Priya cooed.

Lauren grinned. “We think it’s cute.”

Maeve held up the balled-up soiled diaper.. “Can you be a big boy and go throw this away for Mommy, please?”

Noah nodded meekly, took it with careful fingers, and toddled off toward the kitchen, crinkling softly with each step, head a little higher despite the lingering flush on his cheeks.

The room exhaled collectively. Maeve sank back on her heels for a second, then climbed onto the couch beside Priya. She picked up her wine glass, took a long sip, and let out a quiet, grateful laugh.

Lauren spoke first, voice dreamy. “God… I want that."

Tessa snorted lightly. “Girl, you don’t even want real babies. What makes you think could handle a grown one?”

“Oh no, not that!” Lauren clarified quickly. “I don't know how you make it through more than one of those dirty diaper changes, Maeve. What I mean is… the way they look at each other. The bond they have. The connection. The trust. The intimacy. It’s...beautiful.”

Maeve sighed affectionately, a soft, genuine smile spreading. “It’s pretty great…”

Noah returned a moment later, empty-handed, cheeks still flushed but calmer. He resumed his spot on the rug without a word, picked up a Lego brick, and snapped it into place. The familiar click-click-click filled the quiet like a heartbeat.

Maeve ruffled his hair once more, then returned to the couch, picking up her wine glass.

Priya cleared her throat, grin returning. “Okay… so, back to my Tinder disaster. Where was I? Oh, right, the guy who thought that opening a door for me meant I owed him a blowjob…”

Laughter bubbled up, soft at first, then fuller. The room warmed again, the awkward spike smoothed over.

Girls’ night rolled on, Noah played with his blocks, and Maeve watched him with that quiet, loving look only she could give, knowing the night wasn’t ruined at all. It was even better now.

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The Quickest Surrender

“Hold it right there.” Luna said as he tried to slip past.

He froze mid-step.

She already had that smug, knowing smirk plastered across her face. “Is there anything you want to tell me?” she asked,

He gave a quick, nervous shake of his head.

“Mmm-hmm… You sure?” Luna pursed her lips together. “Because someone’s got a little waddle going on… and those cheeks are turning niicce and pink...." She gave him a slow up-and-down look. "Someone’s been busy in his pamper again, hasn’t he?”

“I’m not wet!” he blurted. “I swear, it’s dry! I haven’t gone since the last change when—”

“Uh-huh. Sure, baby.” Her smirk deepened. “I didn’t even mention being wet yet, and you jumped right to it, didn't you? Drop those pants right now so Nurse Luna can check. I think we both know what we’re going to find...”

His hands trembled as he pushed his pants down to his thighs. The heavy, sagging diaper put on full display.

“Oh my! Look how plump and swollen you are!!” Luna cooed. “I don’t even need to touch it to know it’s soaked. That little sag right there? That’s what we in the business call a heavy one. I’ve changed hundreds of these, sweetie. I can spot a thoroughly used pamper from across the room. So go ahead…keep telling me how dry you are. I’ve got all afternoon...”

He shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, face burning with embarrassment. “I… I really didn’t mean to…” he mumbled weakly, hands twitching like he wanted to pull his pants back up.

Luna let out a soft, amused laugh and shook her head.

“Aww, look at you still trying so hard to be a big boy for me,” she said, voice dripping with mock sympathy. “But big boys don’t walk around with warm, swollen diapers between their legs, do they? They use the potty like they’re supposed to.”

She paused, letting the words hang in the air as she stared at the obvious heavy sag between his legs.

“So tell me, sweetie…you were free to use the potty whenever you needed to. No one was stopping you.” Her head tilted, eyes sparkling with amusement. “So why exactly are you standing here in a soaking wet pamper instead?”

He opened his mouth, face burning. “I… I couldn’t make it to the bathroom in time…”

Luna raised an eyebrow, her smirk turning sharp and skeptical.

“Oh really? Couldn’t make it?” She tilted her head. “It’s not like the bathroom is far. It’s not like your mittens were on. The door wasn’t locked. Nothing was stopping you. You know that you're allowed to use the potty anytime you want. You don’t have to use your diapers.”

She didn't believe him for a second, her voice dripped with condescending sweetness. "So go on, keep telling me your little story."

He tried again, sounding desperate. “I-I really had to go…”

“Did you now?” Luna cooed, lifting the half-empty bottle and giving it a little shake. “I changed you into a fresh diaper just two hours ago. You barely finished half your ba-ba. And if you really needed to go that bad, you could have just used your words and told me. We could have walked you to the potty, pulled your pampers down, and let you pee-pee like any normal, potty-trained man would. I might have even held it for you.”

She leaned in slightly, eyes sparkling with mock curiosity.

“So what seems to be the problem here… hmm?”

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He stammered helplessly, completely lost for words, face burning with humiliation.

Luna waited a beat, clearly savoring his silence, then continued smoothly.

“The way I see it, two things could have happened here…” she held up a finger, "One: you didn’t even realize you needed to go. You just let it happen without thinking. That means the unpotty training your wife hired me for is already rewiring that brain of yours.”

She raised another finger, “Or two… you knew you had to go, but instead of using the potty you were freely allowed to use, you deliberately chose to piss all over yourself, to wet your diaper…on purpose."

She crossed her arms, eyes gleaming expectantly.

"So which one is it, baby? Was it an accident? An 'uh oh's'? Or did you decide a diaper was where you preferred to go pee-pee?”

He stammered, eyes darting away. “I… I don’t know… it wasn’t like that…”

Luna’s smirk grew wider, clearly enjoying his discomfort.

“It’s only been two weeks since your wife hired me,” she said calmly, considering. “Full unpotty-training can't have taken hold yet in such a short window, even with a professional like me. Which usually means one thing…”

She let the words linger, watching his reaction.

“I’ve seen this pattern before with quite a few clients. They pout, they whine, they throw little tantrums and swear they hate their diapers.”

Luna gave a small, knowing pause.

“Some of them like the attention. Some of them like to be spanked. And some of them?” Her voice dropped into a soft, conspiratorial tone. “Some of them get so excited the second I start changing their diapers that they pop a little baybee boner right there on the table. I have to be extra careful when I wipe them so they don’t make a goo-goo mess all over the place from just the slightest touch.”

She looked him up and down slowly, her smirk deepening.

“And you… you’re starting to act just like them.”

“What?? That’s ridiculous!” he protested. “You think I actually like wearing these stupid things?!”

“That’s exactly what I think,” Luna replied calmly.

He scoffed. “You’re crazy.”

“Am I?” She raised an eyebrow. “So if I check inside your diaper right now… am I going to find anything a little… stiff?”

He backed up half a step, hands moving to cover himself.

“Nu-uh. No running.” Luna set the bottle and fresh diaper down. “You stay right here. Hands behind your back so I can get a proper look.”

He stood quivering as she stepped in close and groped the front of the soaked diaper firmly.

“Hmm… definitely wet,” Luna murmured, giving it a slow, deliberate squeeze. Then her voice suddenly jumped into exaggerated, mocking delight. “And… ohhh my goodness! What’s this?" she gasped, "Is that a little stiffy I feel twitching away in there?”

He let out a mortified whimper, hips twitching involuntarily under her hand.

She tugged the waistband forward and peered inside, grinning wide.

“Oh my! It sure is!!” she exclaimed, eyes lighting up with glee.

He tried to twist away, face burning crimson, but she held the diaper open with one hand and kept him in place.

“Awww! Look at you!” Luna cooed, voice thick with fake sympathy. “Soaked like a widdle tottler and your tiny tinky winky is rock hard in its pissy pamper! Throbbing and leaking like crazy…”

She gave the front another playful squeeze, watching him squirm.

“Well, well, well,” she purred. “Just like I thought. I’ve seen this exact pathetic little routine dozens of times: grown men swearing they hate their diapers right up until their tiny widdle wee-wee starts leaking in one. Pathetic… and sooo predictable.”

Luna gave the front of his soaked and tented diaper one last firm, possessive squeeze, watching him tremble. She pulled her hand back slowly, clearly savoring his humiliation, then tilted her head with that signature smug smirk.

“So tell me the truth right now, loud and clear...” she continued, voice sweet but commanding. “Are you going to keep pretending you want to be a big boy who uses the potty...or..." She leaned in closer, eyes locked on his, her face only inches away, "...are you going to admit you prefer pampers?”

He squirmed desperately, shifting his weight from foot to foot, the heavy soaked diaper crinkling loudly between his legs. His hands clenched into fists behind his back as sweat beaded on his forehead. He tried to look away, but she gently caught his chin with two fingers and turned his face back to hers.

“Say it,” she whispered, almost tenderly. “Say ‘I don’t wanna use the potty anymore, Nurse Luna. I love going in my diapers. I only want to use my pampers!’”

The silence stretched painfully long.

Luna simply waited, patient and utterly confident, still holding his chin so he couldn’t escape her gaze. The only sounds in the room were his ragged breathing and the occasional wet crinkle of his sagging pamper. His face burned crimson. His erection throbbed visibly against the front of the soaked diaper. Every second that passed made the humiliation worse. He knew she could see exactly how conflicted and excited he was.

“Go on, baby… We both know it’s true. Say it for Nurse Luna.”

He swallowed hard, lips trembling. His eyes darted around the room, desperate for any escape, but there was none. The weight of her stare, the warmth of his own mess pressing against him, and the undeniable stiffness between his legs finally broke him.

“I… I don’t wanna use the potty anymore, Nurse Luna,” he whispered, voice cracking with shame. “I love going in my diapers. I only want to use my d-d-diapers...”

Luna’s smile widened, slow and deeply satisfied.

“There we gooo!!” she said softly, almost tenderly. “That’s exactly what I thought. I’ve seen this dozens of times, you know. Grown men swearing they hate their diapers, fighting it so hard… right up until they finally admit they love using them. You’re not becoming incontinent, sweetie… you’re choosing your diapers because you like them. Perfectly capable of holding it… you just don’t want to anymore! Do you?!?"

She gave his throbbing front one last teasing pat. “And because you were so honest with me, I’m going to give you a little reward!" She said, smirking. "Part of unpotty-training is getting you properly sensitized to your diapers, teaching that little brain to associate them with pleasure. So Nurse Luna is going to be extra nice today…”

She let the words hang for a moment, watching him squirm with anticipation and lingering shame.

“So here’s how this is going to work, sweetie,” she said. “You’re gonna get down on all fours like you do for tummy time… but this time you’re going to grind that hard little thing against your warm, pissy pamper until you make a biiiigg sticky mess in it!”

He flushed deep red but didn’t argue. In fact, he was surprisingly intrigued. As he started to obey and drop to his knees, her hand pressed firmly against his chest, stopping him.

“Nu-uh uh!" She clicked her tongue, "Not until I hear you say it again, baby. Not until you admit to me exactly how much you wuv your widdle diapurrs!! Say it, baby...use your words.”

His face burned crimson. “I… I wuv my diapurrs, Nurse Luna…”

“Louder.”

“I wuv my widdle diapurrs!!!” he repeated, voice shaking.

“Good boy." She grinned, "Now get down on the floor.”

He dropped to all fours immediately and began humping frantically, grinding his rock-hard erection against the heavy, soaked, squelching padding with wild, shameless abandon. His hips bucked desperately, the loud crinkling and wet squishing sounds echoing through the living room as he rutted like a desperate animal in heat. Soft, needy whimpers and moans spilled from his mouth as he humped harder and faster, completely lost in the filthy pleasure of his own mess.

“Keep saying it, honey,” Luna cooed. “Tell me while you hump. Tell me you never want to use the potty again.”

“I love my diapers…” he gasped between frantic thrusts. “I never want to use the potty again… I only want my pampers… I love my diapers…!”

His movements grew even more frantic, hips slamming harder against the warm, heavy mess. “I love my diapers… I only want my pampers… I never want to use the potty again…!”

Any last reservations had completely vanished. He was moaning openly now, repeating the humiliating phrases over and over like a broken record while he desperately fucked his own soaked diaper.

"I never want to use the potty again! Just pampers! Just pampurrs! Just...just..."

Less than twenty seconds later his whole body locked up. His hips stuttered violently as he came. Hard. Flooding the already-soaked pamper with thick ropes of cum, groaning loudly into the carpet. Luna watched with a delighted smirk as his pathetic little spasms continued, milking out every last drop into his padding.

He collapsed forward, gasping and trembling. The heavily soaked diaper crinkled and squelched as he sluggishly rolled onto his back. His eyes fluttered open, still glassy and half-lidded, only to widen in sudden horror as he spotted Luna’s phone aimed straight at him...recording everything.

“Oh my goodness! Done already??” Luna exclaimed in exaggerated shock, pointing the camera at her own mock-surprised face. “In twenty seconds? Aww! Someone must really love their pampers, huh?”

Post-nut clarity slammed into him like a truck. The shame hit hard. He cursed himself silently for letting his horniness take over, for saying those pathetic things, for humping his own pissy diaper like a desperate addict while she watched. And now it was all on video. Proof. Irrefutable evidence for his wife.

He tried to cover himself and reach for the phone, but she smacked his hands away.

“Nu-uh! No hiding now.” She leaned over him and drew up the waistband so she could peek inside his diaper. Eyes going exaggeratedly wide.

“Wow… such a big, nasty sticky mess in there!!” she laughed softly. “Look at all that cum mixed with your pee-pee. You really creamed your pamper like a proper little diaper boy. So fast, too! How pathetic.”

She slipped two fingers into the warm, sticky interior, slowly stirring through the thick mixture of his cum and piss. When she pulled them back out they were coated in glossy, stringy goo. “Look at this…” she murmured, holding her glistening fingers up in front of his face, spreading them so he could see the stringy ropes between them. “Open up, baby. Taste what you just did.

When he hesitated, she simply pressed the sticky fingertips against his lips until he obediently opened and began to lick. The salty, warm taste of his own mess filled his mouth as she watched with smug satisfaction.

She gave the soggy, cum-filled front a patronizing pat, pressing the warm, sticky mess firmly against his sensitive skin.

“Looks like we have all the evidence we need,” Luna said with deep satisfaction. She finally lowered the phone, giving him a long, amused look as he lay there spent and humiliated. “Wait until your wife sees this. She’ll see exactly how effective I am at unpotty training you. Look at you… repeating how much you love your diapers and how you never want the potty again, while you humped your messy pamper like a desperate little bitch!”

Luna smiled down at him sweetly, clearly savoring the shame washing over his face. She casually tossed the fresh diaper onto the coffee table.

“You won’t be needing this one,” she said lightly. “You’re going to stay right there in that warm, sticky one you made for yourself.”

She pulled him up to his feet and guided him over to the blue couch. Luna sat down and firmly draped him across her lap, cradling his head in the crook of her arm. She picked up the half-empty bottle and pressed the nipple to his lips.

He squirmed and turned his head away with a weak, embarrassed whimper.

“Nu-uh,” Luna cooed. “Don’t fuss, baby. I think we're way past that by now. Do you need a little reminder of the state you’re in? Hmm?! Should we look inside your diaper again? Do you need to see what you did?”

She reached down and lifted the waistband of his heavily soiled diaper, holding it open so he could see the glistening, stringy cave of cum coating the entire inside.

He shook his head frantically, eyes wide with shame.

“Yeah… I think we do need another reminder..." Luna said with mock sympathy. She slipped her fingers back into the warm, sticky interior, scooped up a thick, glossy glob of his cum, and slowly smeared it all over the rubber nipple of the bottle until it was shiny and dripping.

She pressed the goo-coated nipple firmly against his lips.

“Open up, baby. Taste what you made while you drink your ba-ba.”

He whimpered, but didn't protest anymore, just hesitantly took the cum-crusted bottle into his mouth.

“Good boy,” she praised softly, rocking him gently as he began to suck. Her free hand slowly patted between his legs, pressing the warm, sticky mess against him with every rhythmic pat.

“Feel that?” she whispered tenderly. “That warm, sticky goo-goo you just made? That’s all yours, honey. I didn’t make you do that. You didn’t have to say those things. You didn’t have to hump your pamper like a desperate little cum-pumper…”

He let out a soft, mortified whimper around the bottle nipple, his cheeks burning hotter as he suckled. The pathetic little sound only made Luna’s smile widen.

She continued rocking him, her voice calm, soothing, and utterly condescending.

“You know...most men I get assigned to take months to become fully diaper-dependent” she cooed. “Daily hypnosis sessions, constant punishments, positive reinforcement when they use their diapers, negative reinforcement when they even think about the potty… the whole program. Some of them fight me for half a year before they finally break.”

She leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on the top of his head, her hand still patting the soggy, cum-filled front of his diaper.

“But you? You broke completely in just two weeks.” Her voice dripped with mock amazement. “So eager to give up the potty! Forever. How adorable… and how pathetic.”

He whimpered again beneath the bottle, a high, embarrassed sound that vibrated around the nipple as he nursed. Luna chuckled softly.

“So while you’re suckling your ba ba like a good widdle baybee, I want you to really let this sink in…” She rocked him a little slower, pressing the sticky mess more firmly against his skin with each pat. “I didn’t unpotty train you, sweetie… you did it to yourself. You chose your pampers over a potty. You’re going to be pee-peeing and poo-pooing in nothing else from now on. And now you get to sit in everything you chose like the good little diaper boy you wanted to be.”

Luna smiled sweetly down at him, watching his eyes glisten with shame.

Talking Him Through It

“You had to have known this was coming, didn’t you baby?" She said, "Be honest with me. Did you really think you were just going to be peeing in your diapers all the time and that was it? That you’d get to keep some scrap of big-boy dignity while waddling around in thick padding?" She let the silence hang. "No… deep down you knew this moment was inevitable. You knew that one day you’d be right here, on your knees, feeling that heavy pressure build, and you’d have no choice but to make your first real poopy diaper right in front of me.”

Mike let out a soft, mortified whimper, his face already burning crimson as he shifted uncomfortably on his knees, eyes darting away. “Valerie… please,” he whispered, voice shaking with embarrassment. “I-I didn’t think it would actually go this far. I can’t… it’s too humiliating. Can we please not do this? I don't think I can--”

"Shh..." Valerie said, pressing a finger firmly to his lips to silence him. "No more of that whining. This is how it is now. This is your new normal. And protesting only makes you look even more pathetic than you already do. You’re just going to have to accept it.”

The tension thickened unbearably. Mike’s breathing turned shallow and ragged, soft desperate whines as he clenched instinctively, trying to fight the inevitable. His hands fidgeted at his sides, knees pressing hard into the rug while waves of humiliation crashed over him.

“I really can’t do this,” he whined, voice cracking pathetically. “It’s going to be so gross and—and—and...Please, Val! I’m begging you! Please don't make me do this...”

Valerie tilted her head slightly, her expression calm and almost sweetly pitying as she looked down at him. “Oh, sweetie… I’m not making you do anything. This is what you wanted, remember? You were the one who begged me to put you in diapers in the first place.”

Mike shook his head desperately, tears already welling in his eyes. “But I didn't want this!" He whined, "I just wanted to feel little and taken care of. Maybe wet a diaper or two. But I never thought you’d actually make me do…all of this!"

Valerie gave a soft, amused chuckle and reached out to cup his burning cheek, gently wiping away a leaky tear with her thumb. “Sweetheart, you know I don’t do anything half-assed. You wanted me to take control. You wanted me to treat you like my widdle baybee. Well, this is what that looks like. You don’t get to pick and choose which parts feel good and which parts are too gross or embarrassing. I was being nice before, letting you use the potty for your dirty business. But those days are over. The diapers aren’t just for cute little wettings anymore...they’re your potty now. For all of it. This is what you asked for. Now you’re going to live with it."

Mike let out another broken whimper, face burning with shame. “Please… I’m begging you. Just this once, can’t we—”

But before he could get out another word, a pacifier was pressed into his mouth.

"Shhh...no more talking," she said, her tone firm and unsympathetic. “Just pushing. You’re done protesting. Now be a good boy and focus on filling that diaper like you know you need to.”

Mike’s made pathetic little sounds around the pacifier as he sucked on it instinctively. His face burned hotter than ever, tears of pure shame glistening in his eyes. He tried to look down, to avoid that look, as if it would give him some semblance of privacy, but Valerie lifted his chin with a single finger, forcing his gaze back up to hers.

“Look at me, baby. Eyes up here. I want to watch your face while you do it. Let Mommy see every little grunt, every little squint, every little strain. Feel that pressure building stronger and stronger? That’s your body telling you it’s time for your first poopy diaper. This is how it goes from now on. Now relax your bottom… it’s time. Let Mommy see exactly what a helpless little pants-pooper looks like!”

The pacifier quivered in his mouth. Mike held out for another long, agonizing moment, muffled whines vibrating around the silicone as his cheeks puffed slightly from sucking on it. Then, with a shaky, defeated breath, he finally gave in.

The first hesitant push came slowly. His face contorted in visible effort, brow furrowed, eyes squeezed half-shut in embarrassment as he stared up at her. A faint, muffled crackling sound broke the silence as the seat of the diaper began to expand, the bright little cars stretching obscenely while the warm, mushy mess pushed out. The sensation hit him instantly: the growing warmth, the heavy bulge forming between his legs, the unmistakable squish beginning to settle against him. Fresh shame flooded his cheeks as the reality sank in, he was actually doing it, right in front of her, grunting softly around the pacifier.

“Awww!! There we go!!” Valerie giggled, her voice warm with approval but still laced with that unyielding dominance. “You're doing it! You're making poo-poo's!! Ah-ah! Don't look away! Eyes on me. Just like that. Theeere we go!! Good boy! Your first poopy diaper as a grown man!! How's that feel, hmm? Go on! Keep pushing! Get it alllll out into your widdle diapy!! This is how you go potty from now on! Right here on your knees, facing Mommy, filling your diaper while I watch every humiliating second of your face. No more bathrooms, no more dignity. Just warm, squishy messes in your pants whenever nature calls."

Mike let out a higher, mortified whine around the pacifier as another he continued pushing, his cheeks flushing deeper, eyes watering as the diaper grew even heavier, the material rounding out noticeably.

"Just like that, baby! You're doing so well!!" she continued, leaning in closer. "Look at you making biggg boom-booms in your diaper where the little cars go vroom vroom!! Hahaha! Mommy can see that diaper sagging more and more with every little push! Feel that warm mush filling up your seat? Mommy's so proud of you!"

The smell began to drift upward, growing stronger with each passing second.

"Oof!" Valerie wrinkled her nose and wafted a hand in front of her face. "Stinky boy!! Is that you?? Are you the one making all that smell?? You're doing so amazing, sweetheart! Making a big, stinky present for Mommy! That's it. Keep pushing, baby...get it all out! I want that diaper nice and full for your very first time.”

He whimpered helplessly around the pacifier, knees trembling as the diaper sagged lower and lower, the back growing thick and heavy with a final, unmistakable crinkle. The warm, mushy weight settled heavily against him, and the pungent smell became impossible to ignore.

“That’s my good little diaper boy,” she cooed, pinching his crimson cheek, “doing his big stinky business right where he’s supposed to.”

Mike stayed on his knees, breathing shakily around the pacifier, the thick, warm mess squishing with every tiny movement. He didn’t know what was worse: the heavy, squishy feeling or the awful smell now hanging in the air. His face burned with utter shame.

“All done?” Valerie asked cheerfully.

Mike gave a small, defeated nod.

“Say ‘all done!’” she instructed, demonstrating the little hand sign she used when feeding him, raising her hands and twisting them. “Come on! Do the sign like a good baybee!”

Blushing furiously, Mike mimicked the stupid motion back at her with shaky hands while mumbling “aw done” around the pacifier. Nothing like telling your wife that you're done crapping all over yourself.

Valerie clapped her hands rapidly in delight. “Yayy!!! You did it, baby! Your first poopy diaper like the pathetic little boi you are now! And there will be sooo many more just like it in your future! But first…”

She leaned forward and gently plucked the pacifier from his mouth.

“I need to hear you say it,” she said, her voice sweet but commanding. “Tell Mommy exactly what you just did. Use your big-boy words. What happened back there? Be specific and honest about what a messy, stinky baby you’ve become. Make it good if you want any chance of being changed.”

Mike hesitated, another tiny mortified whine escaping him. Fresh waves of embarrassment washed over his face, but her expectant silence pressed down until he finally mumbled, red-faced and defeated, barely above a whisper:

“I… I went p-p-p-poo-poo's, Mommy... I...m-messed myself… ”

“Louder, sweetie. Don’t mumble. Tell me what a stinky little pants-pooper you are now.”

He swallowed hard, tears of humiliation pricking at his eyes. “I pooped my diaper… I went potty in my pants like a stupid baybee. I filled it all up and now it’s all squishy and stinky back there… and...and..." he didn't know what else to say. What words could capture how degraded he felt?

But Valerie nodded, satisfied, her voice steady and final, wrinkling her nose slightly with a knowing smile as the smell lingered. "That’s right. Your first dirty diaper, and far from the last. This is exactly how it goes from now on. No more fighting it. No more big-boy excuses or dignity. When you have to go, you come tell Mommy what you need to do...or you use your diaper right then and there."

She paused, eyes sparkling with mischief. Mike's throat tightened.

“But I’m gonna need you to do one more thing for me before you get changed, mmkay pumpkin?" She let the silence and anticipation hang again, then continued, "Since this is your first one, I need you to really feel it. To get used to it. So I’m gonna need you to sit down on your bum-bum, okay? Can you do that for Mommy?”

Mike’s eyes widened in fresh horror. “Val… please, no,” he whispered, voice cracking, wriggling in the ruined diaper. “It’s already so gross and heavy… Please don’t make me—”

“Awww, poor baby!!" Valerie cooed, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. "Look at you! all teary-eyed and cringing. It’s okay, sweetie. Mommy knows it feels yucky right now. But this is part of it. You wanted to be my little boy in diapers… so now you have to learn what that really means.”

"But can't I just—"

"Do you want to stay in that warm, squishy, stinky diaper even longer?" Valerie snapped, her voice turning firm and sharp. "Because I can leave you like this allll afternoon if you’d rather. Your choice.”

Mike sobbed softly, his shoulders shaking. But she was right, he didn't want to stay in this nasty mess any longer. Defeated, he shook his head ‘no’.

“Then sit,” she said sweetly, but with steel underneath. “Right on your bulgey little bottom. Now.”

The heavy, mushy weight already felt unbearable. Humiliated beyond words, he slowly lowered himself onto the striped rug.

The moment his bottom made contact, the warm mess squished loudly beneath him with a wet, crinkly squelch. The thick load spread out, pressing up and around him in the most degrading way imaginable. He let out a sharp, mortified cry, his whole body cringing from his toes to his spine as the mush molded disgustingly against his skin.

“Therrre we go!!” Valerie cooed, her voice flipping back to that soft, motherly tone. “Hear that squish? Feel how it’s all spreading and smearing inside your diapy? That’s your big stinky poo-poo's, baby! You made that! All of that! Now wriggle for Mommy… bounce up and down. Really feel it squishing everywhere. Good boy.”

Mike whimpered and cried, fresh tears rolling down his burning cheeks as he obeyed. He shifted his weight from side to side, then gave a small, reluctant bounce. The mess squelched loudly again, spreading further and coating him more thoroughly. Another broken sob escaped him.

“Shhh, shhh...that's it. Cry it out, baby. Let it all sink in.” Valerie said, feigning pity while her eyes sparkled with amusement. She reached out and gently stroked his hair. “Such a sad widdle baybee sitting in his own dirty diaper. Does it feel all warm and nasty back there? Does it feel gross? Poor thing… but you’re going to get sooo used to this. I promise! This heavy, stinky, squishy feeling? It's your new normal. No more running to the bathroom like a real grown-up. Just you squatting and pottying in your pampers whenever you need to."

It was his fault. It was all his fault.

He asked for this. He wanted the diapers, he wanted her to take control. But he should have known. He should have thought it all the way through. He just never thought it would lead to...this.

She let him sit there for a long moment, letting the reality sink deep into his bones, before finally standing up from the couch. She held out her hand, smiling down at him with that sweet, knowing smile.