Prince Tommy

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Since I wasn’t going regularly 💩 I am now taking these fiber gummies every morning ❤️ only been taking it for almost a week and I am noticing it working 👀

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Umm I went potty in my diapie🙈… promise not to tell? 🙊

What’s your favorite thing to hear while you’re wearing diapers?

Oops I did it again 😅

She said if reach a 300 hundred like or reblog, she will continue punishments even if I fill the diaper. Please don’t like or reblog.

🙈🙈 mommy really knows how to make me blush 😳😳

Simon’s new stepmother was so weird. Somehow she knew just how to get him to do as she wanted and she exploited this power, taking her control over Simon to levels that normal people wouldn’t even think of. Six months after she moved into Simon’s house the young man find himself lying on his back in a newly furnished nursery that was once his bedroom. He lay there with his stepmother lifting his legs up, revealing the thick diaper that Simon wore, the only clothing he was wearing at all. His stepmother smiled as she looked down at his diapered butt. She looked at Simon’s blushing face and said, “Is baby Simon a wet little boy?” Simon blushed even darker as she felt at his diaper. He knew it was wet and she knew it was wet but she liked to taunt him like this, making him feel like a child. “Come on, mommy will change your diaper baby,” she said. Simon would have protested but he was used to it by now, this wasn’t his first diaper change.

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Jesus help me, the smell… Oh no, it’s everywhere, I think I’m just smudging it around. You know what? Why don’t we get you in the bath. How does that sound? Do you still take bathes or is it showers? You are quite big for the tub.

The bell rang for school. I put my backpack on, and followed the crowd down the stairs and out the front door. I walked across the schoolyard and on through the crosswalk into my neighborhood. As I walked towards my house a strange but familiar feeling overcame me. My heart started pounding faster, and I was drenched with a feeling of restlessness. I was counting my steps and I only had two blocks until I would have to walk down her street. I knew I didn’t have the luxury of an alternate route home. As I followed the sidewalk left I could see the white and red house near the end of the street. Every day I take this same walk and every day I hope and pray that she isn’t outside. As I walk closer and closer I notice that there isn’t any activity at her house, and I think to myself “what a relief”. As I walk by the front of her house I barely peek over to see if anyone is home. Just when I think I’m all clear, she is there, gracefully watering her garden on the side of her house. Immediately, she looks up and waves to me. “Hi Ryan” she exclaims, in a very kind and nurturing, but bubbly voice. “Hi Miss Eve” I mutter back, with my head slightly down. She turns off the water and begins to walk towards me. Her long tan legs glide across the grass glistening from the overspray of the hose. Her shoulder length butter blonde hair, shimmering in the sunlight. Her loose white summer tank top accented her amazing cleavage, and just barely covered the curves of her hip line. As she approaches me I look up at her because she was taller than me even without her high heels on. This, among other things, added to her intimidation. Miss Eve was not married, she didn’t have any kids, and I’d never even seen a man at her house. All that said, Miss Eve was incredibly hot, and I knew that she had absolutely no problem attracting men. “How was your day sweetie?” She asked. “It was ok” I said, trying to avoid eye contact. “Just ok?” She asked. “Yea, I’m just kind of tired” I replied. “Maybe someone needs a little nap?” she said. “Well, I, uh, think I have some homework to do” I quickly responded. “Oh ok, well I really need some help with something that won’t take long at all”. I looked around frantically, trying to come up with an excuse that would let me continue my walk home. As I tried to think of anything, she leaned down closer to my ear and with a very direct but loving whisper asked “Are you gonna come be Mommy’s little helper?” As I started to blush she held out her hand, and I reluctantly reached out to touch her soft fingers. She grabbed my hand and escorted me up the front stairs and through the door as the panic inside me continued to build. The door closed behind us and I was once again trapped in her house. “I appreciate this very much” she said. “What do you need help with?” I asked. She turns to the side to reveal a few large cardboard boxes. “This is a large order of diapers I placed online for a boy that I babysit for, they just showed up today” she said. As the word ‘diaper’ left her lips, my excitement level went up immediately, and Miss Eve knew this. “Oh ok” I said “Do you need help moving the boxes?” trying to mask my curiosity of what kind of diapers they were. She laughed, “No silly, since they were purchased online I had to estimate a size, so I want to make sure they will fit him.” Confused, I asked “So how would I be able to help you with that?” She smiled, “You are about his same size, so I was hoping you would try some on to make sure they fit.” Panic continued to swell inside me because I knew where this was going. “Um, I don’t really have time for this right now,” I explained. I started to turn for the front door when she walked right into my escape path. “Now Ry, honey, Mommy really needs your help with this,” she said in her loving voice. “But I can’t today. I have too many things to do,” I explained. As she looked at me with her gorgeous blue eyes she leaned down towards me “I would definitely agree, but I think you need to help Mommy first so I don’t have to tell anyone about our little secret”. My heart suddenly dropped, and I realized that she was not asking me to do this. The ‘secret’ she was referring to was more like our history, as this was not the first time I had been in this house. It all started about a year ago, when I acted on an impulse, and found a way to divulge in my pure love of disposable diapers. I’m not referring to ones meant for old people; I’m talking about toddler diapers. The ones that are loud, crinkly, and stretchy, with fun stickers on the front. The same ones that when you open a bag, your nostrils are filled with that sweet diaper perfume scent. I usually don’t have money, or a good way of discretely purchasing something like a package of diapers. So one day, I thought up a plan to create a fake scavenger hunt and have a diaper be one of the items on the list. I took my list to a couple of houses and received no answer at the door. I was about to give up and I knocked on one last house and this just happened to be where Miss Eve lived. Well, from the moment she answered the door, I was under her command and she took full advantage of this. She was incredibly beautiful, very kind, but also very manipulative. The first time she answered her door and I had told her about that special item on my list somehow she knew that it was really meant for me. Instead of simply saying no, or just handing me a diaper, she invited me inside. Now I’m guessing she only had diapers because she would babysit, but there is no way to know for sure. That day she diapered me herself, and made me use it right there in front of her. I remember that day clearly and how embarrassed I felt about being forced to use a diaper, but I also remember how much I loved being under her control. After I did as I was told she even checked to make sure I wasn’t lying. Then, she changed me into a fresh diaper, and sent me on my way. I was told to come see “Mommy” at any time. I tried to forget about the incident, but immediately fell in love with the diapers she provided. From the waistband, to the stretchy leg cuffs, to my loud crinkly waddle, I was addicted. The smell of these diapers was wildly intoxicating. After that incident, I realized I didn’t like actually using my diaper, but I found out very quickly that I didn’t make the rules, Mommy does. A couple of months later I was practically sprinting home from school to use the bathroom. Miss Eve stopped me and insisted that I use the one in her house. When I finally made it, the door was locked and I was told to use the one upstairs. When I opened the door I was amazed to find a complete nursery, with stacks of diapers, a large changing table, and even a crib. Miss Eve had followed me upstairs and locked the door behind us. She restrained me on the changing table and made it clear that I wasn’t going to make it to the big boy bathroom. She put a pink crinkly diaper on me and adjusted my posture so that she had a perfect view of when I couldn’t hold it any longer. She told me that if I was a “good boy” and made a “poopy diaper for Mommy” she would let me go. I tried to hold out as long as I could but she waited patiently, and checked my diaper several times. Trying to hold back with all of my might she watched while the lump formed under my bottom, and the front of my dry diaper slowly saturated with warmth. After telling me what a good boy I had been, she said that I was to be punished for trying to use a bathroom in Mommy’s house. She pulled me over her knee and spanked me on the back of my pink girly diaper. That day she did send me home, but not before one last squeeze of my diapered messy bottom, and a very seductive whisper, “Mommy hopes to see you again very soon.” That day I remember the feeling of helplessness I had and how she could make me do whatever she wanted to. I couldn’t help but love her amazing diapers, her nurturing demeanor, and the fact that she was Mommy and I was her good little boy. I found myself wanting to please her either so I could leave and escape the shame of her watching me dirty my diaper, or to get her approval that I was a good boy like she said. I had been to her house several times and I was usually forced to come in when she was outside as I walked home from school. Regardless of how she would manipulate me to submit to her, the end result was always the same. The look of satisfaction on her face and the warm mess inside of my diaper meant that Mommy was happy and my secret was safe. I hated that she knew about my diaper fascination because I felt like she was always teasing me about it. Sometimes, I would walk home with other kids in my class and we would see her and she would specifically say hi only to me. Other times, her diaper bag would be sitting on the porch with a diaper sticking out as if it were bait to lure me in. About a month ago, she took the embarrassment of what I was to do for her to a whole new level. I saw her that Saturday morning at the grocery store. She was extra nice to me that morning and offered a ride back to the neighborhood. To avoid a long walk back I agreed and we left. When we arrived she insisted that I stay for milk and cookies. I love cookies and since I had nothing to do I decided I would stay for a little bit. She said that it would be a little while so I could lie down on the couch and watch TV. As I laid there, I wondered if this was some plan of hers to get me in another messy situation. I could hear her gathering baking utensils in the kitchen as I slowly dozed off. I awoke from my nap and immediately realized I was no longer on the couch. Surrounded by tall wooden banisters, I recognized that the jail cell I was sitting in was a baby’s crib, but big enough for me. Was I still at Miss Eve’s? How long did I sleep for? I wondered. As I tried to roll over to look around I noticed that familiar sweet smell of diapers. The bulk between my legs made it hard to even move, and I knew I was no longer wearing the underwear I put on this morning. I rolled over onto my stomach and I could hear the rustle of my thick diaper underneath my blue onesie. Suddenly, I had a need to use the bathroom. I laid my head down for a second thinking that I had to get out of here. I was able to pull myself up so that I could stand. Just as I did, a beautiful woman walked in the room. She was about medium height with short dark brown hair and stunning green eyes. I noticed her creamy white legs and how well her chest filled out her shirt. “Hi there” She exclaimed in a very loving and giggly tone. Before I had a chance to respond she left the room and I heard her say “He is awake”. I stood trying to listen to what was being said when suddenly Miss Eve walked into the room. As she pulled her cooking apron over her head she tossed it on the railing of this very large crib. “Hi sleepy head” she gleamed. Her red t-shirt was squeezing her breasts together as she looked at me like this is normally how I take a nap. “What is going on? Why am I in this thing?” I cried. “Because I didn’t want my little boy having an accident on Mommy’s couch and so I can keep an eye on you” she whispered with an evil smile. My need to go to the bathroom started to increase. “But you have other people here” I whined. “Sweetie, those are Mommy’s friends from out of town. I told them about what a good boy you could be and they wanted to see”. “But you promised!” “Awe, honey, it is still our little secret, Jenny, and Brandi live very far away and will probably never see you again. I promise our secret is safe,” she said reassuringly. “Did you have a good nap?” she asked as she leaned down to unbutton the bottom snaps of the onesie. She gently turned me around and lifted the back flap of my pajamas. “Let’s check that diaper of yours”. I could feel as she squeezed the back of my diaper together at the leg cuffs. Then she used the palm of her hand to smush the diaper up against my bottom and test the consistency. Finally, she had one more test and I felt a hint of cold air as she pulled the top of the diaper away from my skin to peek down the back. “All dry!” she said. I was reminded of my urge to get to a toilet, and soon. Suddenly, it became too much and I winced with my knees in, holding the front of my diaper. I knew it was a mistake because Miss Eve noticed and smiled. “I really need to blow my nose, can I go to the bathroom?” I quickly asked. “Now I know you got a spankin for trying to go to the bathroom once before, are you wanting another one, or are you just needing Mommy’s attention?” she asked as sweet as can be. “But I want to get down!” I fussed. “Is that all?” she asked. “Well I do believe you know what Mommy wants in order to make that happen, don’t you?” Without even thinking I looked down and slowly nodded yes while I put my thumb in my mouth and started to suckle. She leaned down so she was face to face with me and pulled my chin up gently. “Are you gonna be a good boy for Mommy and her friends and make a stinky poopy diaper?“ She said it as if she already knew the answer. I nodded yes. As if I had no choice she said, “Mommy can guess it’s probably gonna be a soggy diaper too,” (as I was) still sucking my thumb. I nodded in agreement. “Good boy, now let’s take off that onesie so we can see what a mess you make.” She pulled the clothing off and pulled a t-shirt over my head. The shirt just barely covered the first row of teddy bears on the front of my diaper. Again, my sensation that signaled I should head to the bathroom got stronger and I didn’t have much time. I had to figure out a way to get out of this crib, and quickly, or I was going to fill my thick diaper while Mommy and her friends watched. Mommy left the room and a different girl walked in, and I decided I couldn’t hold it any longer. I grabbed the wooden pegs of the crib. I was facing the wall out of sheer embarrassment. I squatted slightly in hopes of keeping the mess in one spot in the back of the diaper and not all over me. “Eve!” the girl called out. “Are you goin potty?” Mommy said as she walked in the room. “Uh huh” I said as I started to lose control and push. I could feel the diaper area around my bottom slowly move away as I forced a mushy mess into the back of my diaper. “What a good boy!” Mommy said and I felt a hand gently mash the lump under my bottom. “Ok let’s see the front,” she said as she turned me around. I sucked my thumb, and gave in. The warm flood soaked the front of the diaper and it was immediately apparent how bad I had to go. “Oh my, what a soggy diaper this is,” Mommy said as she squeezed the bottom front of the saturated disposable. I was done, and too embarrassed to look at Mommy and her pretty friends. I tried to turn away ever so carefully so as not to make a bigger mess than I already had. I heard Mommy ask “Did you want some milk and cookies?” and I told her I did. She came back in and put a plate of chocolate cookies down. Then, she leaned down with that evil smile and said, “Maybe you should sit and eat them” knowing how much I was avoiding what was in the seat of the stinky diaper. Before I could react she picked me up under my arms and slowly sat me down. I could feel the gooey firmness of my mess smear all over my bottom and even squeeze between my legs. The damage was done, so I just sat and ate my snack. When I was done Mommy walked in. “Oh my, I think somebody has a poopy diaper!” she exclaimed. She stood me back on my feet gave another squeeze in the back and peeked into a leg cuff just to make sure. “Does my little boy need his diaper changed?” I nodded. “Mommy has to clean up the kitchen, so I will be back ok?” Just as I was starting to get upset, the same brown haired girl from before came in the room with a diaper and a tub of wipes in her hand. Embarrassed, I backed away from the front of the crib. “Hi pumpkin, don’t be shy. I’m Jenny and I’m here to make it all better, now let’s get you out of that dirty diaper” she said. She laid me down and pushed my shirt up exposing the soggy bulge in the front. As she pulled the tapes back I started to yawn. I closed my eyes while she changed me. Once she was done she closed the crib and I took a nap. I woke up a bit later and I was allowed to leave. Since that time I have been trying to come up with excuses of why I cannot come in. Miss Eve usually gets her way though because of my secret diaper love. As I realized again where I was, standing there in front of the boxes of diapers, she asked again, “So are you gonna be a big helper for Mommy?” I hesitated for a second. “How about we make a deal?” she asked. “You help Mommy by trying on a couple of diapers, and if you can stay completely dry by the time we are done you will be free to go”. “Is that just for today?” I asked. “Nope, you won’t ever have to come see Mommy if you don’t want to”. “Ok, but what’s the other part of the deal?” unsure of why I even wished to know. “If during our fitting you have to use your diapy and you can’t stay dry, you will have to do whatever Mommy says, and come inside whenever I ask”. I swallowed nervously, and agreed. This is my chance, I thought, to stop allowing her to control me. Plus, I didn’t need to go to the bathroom so I shouldn’t have any trouble staying dry. She went into the kitchen, “Are you thirsty? I have some juice”. I kind of needed something to drink but I knew it couldn’t be too much. “Sure, I’ll have a little” I said and she brought me out a glass. I slowly drank as she started to open one of the boxes. She pulled back the flaps and that magical smell filled the room. She pulled out a diaper that looked very familiar and I’m pretty sure I had worn one before at her house. “Ok sweetie, come lay down for Mommy.” I did as I was told hoping this would be the last time. She pulled off my pants and underwear and slid the diaper under my bottom. She pulled the front up between my legs and taped both sides. “All done, now stand up so Mommy can see”. As I got to my feet I felt something. I had to go to the bathroom. I was determined to forget about the sensation and make it through this dry. I could feel her behind me grabbing, and pulling at the diaper to check the snugness. “Well those fit great!” she said gleefully. “Uh huh,” I commented holding back the pressure that was building inside. “Why don’t we go upstairs to try on the others, that way if they are ok, I can put them away now.” I wasn’t going to make it upstairs, but I couldn’t let her know. “Go on up and wait for me honey, Mommy will be up in a second to try on the next one”. I practically sprinted up the stairs to try and figure out what I should do. I looked for a place to hide but there was nothing. Finally I realized that I had no other option. I stood next to the crib and watched in the mirror as the back of my diaper started to stick out further and further. The smell immediately filled the room and I knew I was caught. After that I figured there was no point in hiding so I went potty too filling up my once dry diaper. I just stood there, waiting to face Mommy and accept my fate. The door slowly opened, and there she stood as the smell immediately gave me away. She slowly walked over to me and kneeled down so she was at eye level. “Do you have something to tell Mommy?” she asked. I nodded as I put my head down and started to suck my thumb. “And what would that be?” she asked. I pulled my thumb out and looked at her, “I made a poopy diaper”. “Yes, you did, just like a good boy, what a stinky poopy diapy,” she said happily. “From looking at the front I would say that diaper is anything but dry honey.” I nodded in agreement. “Well Mommy can definitely smell it, but let’s just be sure shall we?” She stood up and leaned over me. She took her hand and slowly but firmly smushed the back of the diaper spreading the warm mess all over me. Then she pulled the back away to peek. “My goodness” She said. “You weren’t able to stay dry” she said in a very tragic and disappointing tone. “I tried Mommy!” I explained. “I know you did, but since you couldn’t, Mommy will be in charge going forward. I think it’s time for your nap honey, can you be a big helper and get Mommy what she needs to change your stinky diaper?” “Yea” I said. “Good boy, I’m gonna need some wipes, some powder, and a fresh diaper, feel free to grab a new diaper out of the box” she said. “I thought those were for the boy you babysit” I replied. She smiled “Sweetie, that boy is you. I knew you couldn’t stay dry, so all of those wonderful diapers are yours, and Mommy will make sure they get used.” I went and grabbed the supplies she had requested. When I got back, she was sitting on the floor waiting for me. “What a good little helper, come to Mommy” as she patted the floor in front of her. “Since you did so good we are going to get you out of that messy thing right now.” I didn’t say anything. She laid me down and slowly pulled back the tapes. I started to suck my thumb and slowly fell asleep knowing that I would be staying here for quite some time.