Princess Sibella V2

"Oh? Does my baby like that?" Mommy cooed around my moans as she slowly moved the vibrator in small circles. She paused the wand at one particular spot and held it there just long enough for my breath to catch followed by another moan sneaking it's way past my traitorous lips.

"I think she does! Oh yes she does! My little one *loves* her buzzy time!" Mommy made the vibrator wander along the front of my diaper, carefully *avoiding* that spot this time. I pushed my hips into the vibrator, trying to reposition it.

She shifted her body slightly, getting one arm around my waist while the other continued to tease me with the promise of sweet vibrations if I could only make her hit ... the right ... spot!

"But I wonder, which does she like more? Her buzzy wand..." Mommy finally let the wand land on that spot again and pushed my hips down into the bed. "Or her *diapers*". At that moment, she grabbed a fistful of my diapered bottom and pushed me up into the vibrator, trapping my body between her kneading hand in the back and the wonderful vibrations in front.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck" I moaned as the vibrations seemed to tear through my body, reach her other hand, and reverberate through the rest of me. I reveled for that moment as I felt climax approaching.

Then I heard a click and the vibrator stopped.

Every evening, right on cue, our doorbell rings.

You're forced to stand behind me, binky in mouth, hands folded politely, blushing down at the carpet as your dirty diaper droops beneath you.

I open the door, and you see them. They're a stranger to you. Every evening, every time. Are these old friends of mine? Random people I found online? They're different ages, different genders. Some are bubbly and chatty, some never say a word. But every one of them steps into our home and extends a hand, which you are expected to take. They lead you to the living room and lay you down on the changing mat. I stand back, hovering just close enough to make sure you behave. Then the strange face fills your vision as you hear your diaper tapes rip loose.

After a few weeks, it no longer frightens you. And that's the point. I want you to trust strangers. To depend on them. To learn that every adult — any adult — is bigger than you. They can touch your diaper. Flip up your skirt. Check you. Clean you. Cover you with powder and cream.

Once you're freshly diapered, they're gone, never to be seen again. I wonder which ones you remember. Which ones you forgot completely. If you had secret favorites that you still think about whenever the washcloth rubs your funny parts.

Every evening, every time.

Before I knew it, my entire wardrobe was replaced with clothes Daddy picked out for me. He told me I needed to be dressed in the appropriate clothes for a diaper boy like me. My closet was slowly scrapped, starting with all my big boy undies. Now that I’m diapered full-time, keeping all my boxers around wasn’t really necessary. After Daddy threw out all my undies, he started donating the rest of my clothes to the thrift store. My skinny jeans, polo shirts, basketball shorts, everything. Daddy gave my closet a total makeover, hanging up onesies and filling the shelves with folded diapers. At this point, I wasn’t picking out my own outfits anymore. I wasn’t even putting my own clothes on, that was Daddy’s job now.

Each morning, Daddy woke me up to a soaked diaper, which was changed first thing. He pulled plastic pants up over my freshly padded bum, then slid my favorite Dino onesie over my head. I looked down as Daddy buttoned the snaps until it was nice and snug over my diaper bulge. Then, he put me in my denim overalls, securing the straps over my shoulders.

As usual, inspired by a real recent scene… 😉

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You squirm in your car seat. You’re seated at the back of the car while Daddy is driving and Papa is in the passenger seat. You can hear them chatting about a new film that just came out, already trying to plan a night out and check if your "uncles" could possibly babysit you one evening. It’s none of your business anyway, so you just go back to looking to your right through the tinted window. Luckily for you the back windows are tinted so you can be your true self and not have to worry about anyone seeing you.

How embarrassing would that be… Daddy and Papa always tightly secure you in your oversized car seat. On top of that, since you made a mess on the seats with a lollipop a couple of months ago, they never leave you in the car without a "drool" bib as they call it. Of course, this comes with a pacifier as well to soothe you during the car ride, they say.

Today is a hot summer day and it’s very hot in the car. The kind of temperature that makes it feel like a giant heat wave hits you as soon as you open the car door. So, papa removed your dungarees and left you in your yellow and white onesie and your slightly soggy padding. Nothing else needed after all, and it feels much better. You wouldn’t want to be too hot and be a cranky boy, that could get you in trouble.

About half an hour into the car ride, a very common feeling creeps in. Your tummy is sending you a message and you know there’s no escaping it. But it’s always so embarrassing to go in the car, especially when both papa and daddy are there. Maybe you can hold a little and wait 10 more minutes until you’re home.

Holding it in…This is not something you do much anymore. Why bother? You’ve been in Pamps for the last two years and have no way of convincing Daddy nor Papa of letting you use the "big boy potty" ever. So you do not hold. There’s no point.

Six long minutes go by and it’s too much already. You start squirming and whimpering a little through your pacifier which catches Daddy’s attention. You can see he’s looking at you from the rear mirror.

"Everything OK back there babyboy?", he says raising an eyebrow.

You ignore him and try to hold a bit more. Only two minutes left until you’re home now, so you think you can make it. You can already see the Main Street near home.

Daddy discreetly winks at papa and they share a knowing smile.

"Oh, silly me!", one of them says. "I needed something from the grocery store. One more stop it is!"

Daddy proceeds to turn around and your chances of making pushies out of your car seat disappear.

It’s too much for you to take in and you start crying. Literally crying like a baby as you are about to miserably fill the seat of your Pamps with no chance to escape.

"Aww kiddo, what are those tears for, uh? I know it’s past nap time, we’ll be home in no time, okay? Keep making pushies for Daddy and Papa, you’re doing a good job. You’re going to stink up the whole car, but we love you for it. We know it’s too hard for a little boy like you to hold it in like a big boy. There’s no need to try and prove us anything, okay? Now keep pushing and if you’re a good boy, I’ll buy you some big kid cookies instead of the baby ones for snack time."

In a symphony of sounds that make Daddy and Papa silently laugh, you lose control and become the messy boy your daddies love so much.

"Pheeew buddy, this is not a small present you’re leaving us. What a stinker!", Daddy says. "I wonder who will be the lucky one to change this diapee. Would you like to pick who gets to change you when we’re home?"

“Papaaa”, you reply with an unmistakable grin barely hidden behind your oversized pacifier. You know he’s the one who always tries to escape messy changes duty, even after hundreds of those. So, it’s always fun to get your revenge however you can.

“You little rascal, don’t be surprised if you get attacked by the tickle monster once you’re in your fresh diapee…. Someone may start his nap soggy already", papa jokingly warns.

About 20 minutes later, you finally get home and are lifted up by Papa. He gently rubs your back as he carries you upstairs.

"I don’t think there’s anytime to lose, kiddo. This Pamp is on the verge of exploding!"

He sits you up on your changing table and starts unsnapping your onesie and stops.

"Before I change you. Look at me in the eyes and tell me what you’ve done, buddy."

You’re surprised and remain silent, before Papa’s insisting look take the words out of your mouth.

"I…I went boom boom in my diapee, papa”, you say blushing a little.

"Mhm, and where did you do that?"

“In the car…”

“That’s correct, in your car seat. Is that what big boys do? Are you a big boy?”

You shake your head.

“Indeed, you are not a big boy. Who does that?”

“Little boys, Papa.”, you reply with a reddened face.

Papa nods and continues looking straight into your eyes. "Now, I do not want to see you holding in your boom boom when we’re in the car, kiddo. Or ever. You are not a big boy. You are not supposed to be holding anything in. Everything ends in your paddings and I do not want to see you resist this in any way. Alright? You have nothing to prove us. You are and will always be filling those Pamps anywhere and anytime. Is it understood?". Papa’s voice doesn’t sound upset or loud. He is very calm but very assertive. So assertive that you just nod in return.

"Good boy, I love you so much, you know that", he says giving a kiss on your pacifier.

Giggle when I start talking to my stuffie that I'm carrying around with me

Pointing out to my Mama that my waistband is completely showing while I'm oblivious to it

She plays with toys and giggles around my friends not because she is a toddler but because she's expected to play that role. She's knows she's an adult. Meant to be one. But instead she's stuck talking in baby talk and playing toys while my friends and I discuss like actual adults.

Imagine you live a normal adult life with me 95% of the time. But once or twice a month, you get home, open the door, and I'm standing there with my hands on my hips. Your heart plummets into your stomach because you know what's about to happen, and it's about to happen fast.

You drop your bag as I grab your waist and frog-march you to the bedroom, where your waiting diaper is already unfolded on the changing mat. You start to whine that you have things you need to get done tonight, but a big pacifier and a stern look quickly shut you up. You're stripped, laid down, powdered, diapered, and onesied, then hauled to your play pen with a bottle of juice and a colorful cartoon filling your little world.

Less than five minutes ago, you thought you were going to spend the night catching up on emails and cleaning out the refrigerator. Now you're peeing your pants and brainlessly suckling a binky until morning.

“Morning bro, how did those new diapers we bought you turn out?” Jacob’s roommate Mark asked.

“Fine” Jacob mumbled. “Could I please get some pants?”

Mark smiled.  ”You know the rule little guy, diapers until you get rent paid, and diaper boys don’t need pants inside, do they?”

The woman finally chimed in. “I can’t believe you really did that to him. I thought you were joking!” She sounded much more excited than sympathetic.

“Well little Jakey here hasn’t paid rent in two months, and like I told you as punishment we took all his pants and underwear and put him back in diapers.  As soon as he’s caught up we’ll give him his clothes back.”

Jacob finally jumped in. “But I lost my job!  I gave you all the savings I had and I told you I’d find a new place!  Besides, how will I ever break even if you keep buying these expensive diapers you make me pay you back for!”

1. They're in a diaper

2. The orgasm is on video

3. Someone else has peed in the diaper, with them wearing it, before they cum

And they think it'll be easy, they think you want to use them as a toilet, but then... you won't pee in their diaper for them. No matter how desperate they get, no matter how much they whine and cry and beg, you just won't do it!

They're gonna have to go and find someone, a kinky friend or someone at the local fetish club or whoever, who'll humiliate them like this. And of course, they're not allowed to change their own diapers, so whenever they do this, they still have to ask you to put them in a diaper, and them wear it home after... and how will you know they were used properly? Is that gonna be filmed too? Or will the person tell you? Maybe sign their diaper?

Step 2: Intentionally wet your bed in the middle of the night.

Step 3: Calm yourself down and try to fall back asleep.

Step 4: Wake up in your soaked bed smelling like piss. Blush and get shamefully turned on when you remember what you did last night.

Step 5: Open all the windows and wash your bedding while shaking, wondering what the hell is wrong with you.

Step 6: Repeat steps 2-5 until you finally internalize the fact that you're a pathetic bedwetter.

This is a story inspired by and starring @pinkducttape, a truly wonderful human being (and awesome author in their own right)!

Sunset, the 24-year-old college drop out, lazily twisted the cord to their pastel pink kitten headphones as they stared down blankly at the Kid Edition Fire Tablet in their hand. They sucked their pacifier as the bright colors of Cocomelon danced in front of their eyes. The cartoon characters sang the same nursery rhymes they had heard hundreds, if not thousands of times.

Sunset hated Cocomelon. They hated their tablet. They hated their headphones. They hated their pacifier. And, they definitely hated the damp pull-up strapped to their bottom. But they didn't dare turn off their tablet, spit out their pacifier, or even look away from the screen. They couldn't risk it. This is how Midnight, their Daddy, wanted them: As their dumb, useless, tablet-addicted, little toddler. A kid so dumb, so distracted by their childish television shows that they couldn't even be bothered to care about being properly potty trained.

The hours spent in the playpen with nothing but baby toys. Mommy was extremely concerned when she saw that the toddler toys you were playing with were rated ages 2-5, and since then your playpen has been filled with soft sensory toys that encourage exploring texture, sound, and other play more fitting for a 12 month old.

Meal after meal of jarred baby food of every type, only ever washed down by the blandest of baby formula on a strict bottle schedule. The airplane game was fun when it was applesauce and baby oatmeal, but mommy and daddy have been insistent about "growing your palette". Chicken and gravy, green beans, turkey dinner, have all become frequent staples in your new diet.

Television for toddlers for when your very good, being made to sing babble around your paci and clap your mittened hands to yet another episode of the wiggles, or worse yet cocomelon.

The 12 hour minimum sleep schedule that has you in your crib half of everyday, swaddled tightly on your back like a newborn for naps and early bedtimes, only ever interrupted for your late night feeding of formula.

It was only a matter of time now, little Aaron would soon start to loose his concept of what it meant to be a big boy. After goofing off all his life, and never taking anything seriously, he finally met his match. He’d soon loose all this toilet privileges & big boy looking clothes would just not do, have to donate them to boys who can be responsible & actually take care of them. Aaron hated laundry and dishes and chores so instead of dealing with his rebellion his Daddy took a stern retaliation on his misbehavior and said “no more big boy anything, you don’t like responsibility? Fine. You won’t get any.” And with that little Aaron huffed and whimpered as he was stripped of his man briefs and man clothes and put into a big spreading locking plastic pants. “I don’t want to be a baby!” He exclaimed. “Well you should’ve stopped to think about that when you were acting like one, crying about your responsibilities, Aaron.” And with that Daddy took his boys mouth and popped some mysterious pill down his throat. “This will make the transition easier baby Aaron, just relax, you soon aren’t gonna remember much of this resisting anymore, you soon won’t remember your Favebook password, I changed it anyway.” “What?! I - I - don’t wanna loose my…” “Oh don’t worry about loosing your friends baby Aaron. I already made a big post about how you’re going through a big transition and you appreciate everyone’s patience & you hope that your true friends will accept you for who you’re becoming.” “When .. Do I .. What am .. I becom-” “Oh we’ll find out soon enough won’t we baby Aaron? Soon everyone will know you’re just an enlarged baby toddler that uses diapers everyday cuz you would otherwise wet & soil yourself; you’re gonna eat only baby food so you won’t know what solid waste feels like anymore, just warm squishy sensations; you’ll forget what it feels like to pee, you’ll just go and drip whenever, without really feeling anything more than a tingly feeling at the head of your boy-knob; it’ll shrink in size with a low dose of reversal hormones in combination with muscle relaxants, diuretics & castor oil sometimes; tons of suppositories before bed, enemas too…. You’ll experience the whole lot. Sometimes even stuff you’ve never heard of; you’ll drink Daddy’s cum mixed with your morning & bedtime milk; you’ll do that so often you won’t realize the difference between that and regular milk & you’ll soon prefer over regular milk & want it with everything you consume; we’ll lock you up on both ends: your boi knob with an ever-decreasing cage that will make your dick shrink in mass and erectile performance, it will be red at the tip and shriveled, boi sack full of cum and fluid desperately waiting for days and weeks and months for relief; your cunt will get swollen between your legs, just like your diaper, as you parade around the town in baby clothes, but not til your fully made ready; your boi hole will be plugged from time to time after a proper doushe; expanding locking plug that will offer no way out especially with the locking spreader you’re now in, oh so much more to come baby Aaron….” “Why would you tell … Tell me all this .. Er-” “You’re to call me just Daddy now baby Aaron you understand” “Yes uh… Daddy?” “Is that a question you little faggot??” “No.” “No what boy?” “No … Sir”

“That’s a good boy, don’t worry about al this growing up you’ve already failed at little guy, it’ll all be over soon. You’ll forget what it feels like to sleep in anything but a crib; you will be so thickly padded you’ll only be able to waddles and eventually after your legs give out you’ll soon resort to crawling.. Completely dependent on your Daddy to pick you up and put you in your high hair and feed you mashed peas with daddy’s special milk mixed in a bottle: a concoction of all your sleepy/hormone meds & Daddy’s thick cum. It’ll be the closest thing you get to sex ever again” “Hormones ?! What I’ll be a girl?” “No little man it’ll be just enough to reverse any traces of testosterone left in your system; you’ll get a little swollen in your belly area maybe, no more strong man abs or biceps; we’ll get you underdeveloped and supple and more inclined to behave under MY roof from now on.” “But I don’t want boobies!!” “You won’t have them, just thicker juicy boy nips and less of a dick and more of a fatter, wider ass for Daddy to play with..” “I thought you said I wasn’t going to be having sex anymore?!” “Not that you’re aware of baby Aaron, Daddy has some special sleepy pills and chloroform that will make the process much easier for you to be completely asleep while Daddy probes your hole to make sure everything is alright & while doing so he might invite a few of Daddy’s anonymous friends over to relieve that testy prostate of yours and fill you up full of men’s loads… Maybe you’ll meet them. After you wake up of course. While we’re all having a beer. You of course are going to be groggy and dressed in toddler clothes & the guys will probably laugh and poke fun at you but it’s okay cuz I’ll explain to them that my boy Aaron just couldn’t get his adult life together so his Daddy had to step it up and reprogram what life was to Aaron .. Change his whole existence & trade-in an old life for a new, very real reality.” Aaron just sat there a little confused in the middle of a circle of grown men, becoming absorbed by his overall shorts with snaps on the crotch & little prints, he looked down and saw himself, for the first time, a giant budge from the locking diaper mechanisms, plastic pants, a dummy clipped on to the baby-print t-shirt that went all the way down into a snapping onsie…“ He thought, “will I ever be the same again .. Will I ever be me again??” And just at that moment, Daddy looked at me and just smiled and shook his head no. It was like he was in my head. I didn’t need words anymore and the next time I uttered something else it just came out as gibberish.

This was it. This was me now. The dizzy feelings I got from when all this started had finally gotten to me. I was no more than an infant child amongst all these grown men laughing and carrying on, talking about things I didn’t understand anymore.. Cars, sports, politics.. In big words or even just regular words I found harder and harder to comprehend. Just when I was about to use the last bit of big boy strength I had to get up and run away, my knees locked and I froze as the warm gooey sensation of my asshole started to leak, it was stretched and numb for sure, maybe he used some Anal-Ease on me.. I could feel it coming out, my taint just twitched & my asshole puckered like it was waiting to get kissed. I was stuck in this huge costume that I realized was all I had anymore. My duffle-bag was gone & replaced. My skin felt warm like I was finally realizing all those men had already touched me all over during my forced nap, I could smell their musk all over me, all different kinds. . I looked up and there was Daddy. I forgot his name so now that’s all I knew him as. I went to speak and protest all this but all that came out was….

“Da-da”

He looked at me and smiled, perplexed: “Are you trying to tell me something little man?”

I was I was trying to say I wanted out, that I wanted to know what happened while I was sleeping, I wanted to know where my gym bag went & I wanted to know ….

And just then, while still locked in eye contact with him I felt the warm drip of cum start to drip out of my bottom, down my leg. My eyes widened still arrested in this gaze, I didn’t know what was happening then all of the sudden I let out a big air fart, my boy pussy just made a loud juicy queef —

“Aw looks like somebody is making a doo-doo….” The men all turned around.

“Is that what’s happening little man, are you making a big stinky after having all the men inside you? We’re gonna do this every week. Guys are gonna come over and play poker after shooting their thick warm man loads inside you during nap time and when you wake up I’ll introduced them to you as my little cuckold bitch child that serves me only as a baby. Then I’ll make you stay in your playpen til all the men leave no matter how much you fill that thick diaper up with their mixed loads. You’ll just have to wait till Daddy and his friends are finished with the game. Is that understood little man?”

I looked at him. And I didn’t respond, just stared.

“Oh of course you don’t understand me its all just a bunch of gibberish to you now isn’t it little Aaron?”

I hated to admit it, but he was right. The more he talked the less I understood. His voice became just sounds, deep manly sounds, like thunder the way my tummy rumbles sometimes before a big stinky.

“Here I got you something Tiger, it’s to replace what used to be yours before I had to take it away. It’s a duffle bag, with your name on it. It’s to mark your new life transition & now you can know that this is permanent & pretty soon we’ll be posting all sorts of pictures on Facebook inviting all of your friends over to play with you and babysit you and change your diapers. You think the guys you knew will come? I’m sure I can entice them with free beer. Of course I bet they’ll love to piss in your diaper, maybe open that butt hole up with a hallow plug and have them fill you up with all their jock piss. You ready to have a coming out party little Aaron? I bet you aren’t cuz you’re a little shy but don’t worry we’ll have plenty of pictures up so they’ll know what they’re getting into ahead of time, maybe they’ll even bring presents like big baby clothes or toys. Thing is though, you can’t go out with them to the movies after unless of course they decide on a kids movie in which case we’ll have to take you in a stroller & a thick diaper so you don’t soil your seat. Hope you aren’t scared to expose yourself to the rest of the world like this …”

I thought what if I am? What if I’m not ready?

“….cuz we’ve been live streaming you ever since you woke up. Your friends are all watching you.. Right. Now.”

😳👶🏻🍼📸

I could feel it, at that moment my stomach sank and I emptied all that I had in one big gush- I was sitting in a mix of six or seven grown men, their thick loads caking my ass cheeks, sticky & bleechy smelling, I was stuck in their loads - making terrible fart sounds, web-camming to all my friends - as Daddy turned back to his poker game, ignoring my whimpers to be changed and out of the sack of cum my dumpster of an ass was now stuck in, only to wait. I told myself, just wait. Play with your trucks and blocks. Just wait, till whatever comes next. .

I couldn’t help but think: I brought this on myself. Maybe this was what I wanted. All along. Maybe this is what I needed. All along. Maybe this is my destiny but whatever the case if any of that wasn’t true. It’s what Daddy wanted. And what he was trying to reformat in me, was working. Exponentially.

- start off slow, as a gift offer to pay for braces! i’ve always had an embarrassing gap tooth, plus i’ll just look so much cuter with a straight smile! of course tell the orthodontist to make them nice and tight (so i’m a whiny mess), give me pretty color bands (the most obvious and obnoxious colors), and be sure they send me home with plenty of painkillers (to make me more pliable and easier to bend to your will 💕).

- while i’m doped up and easy to influence, start some necessary hypnosis to give me all the most embarrassing helpful habits! watch as i become more clumsy, messy, and overall reliant on you. take away some of that unbridled confidence by conditioning in a stutter to go with that metal mouthed lisp! or even assure me that hygiene isn’t that important, and watch all my acne come back and hair fall greasy and lifeless. and if it’s in your tastes, you can even choose to instill some little piggy behaviors in me, insuring that i can’t keep my hand out of the cookie jar and have no interest in the gym anymore, and watch me ballon into your perfect chubby little porker!

- but that’s not enough is it? of course not! start slipping strong diuretics and laxatives into my food, timing them so i have accidents at the most embarrassing times. after filling my pants at the park, the mall, even out with my friends, you coax me back into diapers. but of course not the sleek or discreet ones, that’s no fun! you find the thickest, crinkliest, bright baby patterned diapers and always make sure to pair them with at least two stuffers, since i’m such a potty pants clearly! it’s hard to hide your laugher as you watch me waddle out the door one day, diaper bulge incredibly obvious and my shirt stuck in the back, showing my cartoon animal printed diaper band!

- at this point, i’m a mess. almost too embarrassed to leave the house, i’m completely under your control, it’s the perfect time for any final touches you want to make! switching out all my clothes for childish striped leggings and frumpy cargo shorts, getting rid of those icky contacts for the thickest dumbest looking glasses you could find, maybe even deciding my lisp isn’t bad enough with braces and adding on 24/7 headgear that forces me to mouth breathe and drool all over myself!