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Call Your Babygirl to say “Goodnight.” Babygirl loves hearing your voice. It calms her down and allows her to sleep better. Also hearing Daddy tell her to go to sleep helps her know that it really is bedtime.

Tell Your Babygirl if she’s going overboard. Babygirl knows that sometimes she exaggerates. Sometimes she just needs your help, your guidance, to put her back into her place. Be stern when you need to be, Daddy. I’ll understand.

Share things with Your Babygirl. Babygirl LOVES learning things about her Daddy. She is always eager for information. Whether it’s something that happened during your day or a story about a past experience of yours, share things with her. She’ll get real excited to learn something new about you!

Don’t use the word “buddy.” Ever, ever, ever!

Don’t call your bed “dumb.” Your bed is so comfy! Babygirl would sleep in it every single night with you if she could.

Don’t ever text and drive. No matter who it’s from or what the content matter is, it can always wait. A safe Daddy = a happy Babygirl.

Don’t ever keep things from Your Babygirl. Babygirl may seem fragile, but she assures you that she is not. Don’t ever think that you’re being mean or insensitive by telling her things that she may not want to hear. She’s a big girl and can handle anything that you could possibly tell her. She would rather you tell her something straightforward (maybe with a sugar chaser) than to dally about and try to skirt the issue.

Let Your Babygirl know when you play. Babygirl is well aware that Daddy does not have to ask permission to play like Babygirl has to ask Daddy, but Babygirl loves knowing that Daddy is going to play/playing/played. She always loves to hear that Daddy is hard, thinking about her, or just in the mood for “cake.”

Kiss Your Babygirl often. Our time together is precious, Daddy! Whenever you are with Babygirl, kiss her as often as you can! She’ll treasure each one as if each of them were signed, sealed, and delivered to her doorstep individually, wrapped in cute paper and tied with a cute bow! She loves your kisses so, so much!

Think of Your Babygirl when you look up at the stars. Know that every night she falls asleep staring at the stars on her ceiling thinking about you, wishing for you. For you to be there with her. For you to hold her. For you to kiss her forehead and then whisper sweet things to her as she falls asleep.

“Did I say you could stop?”

“I wasn’t asking.”

“The more you fight, the more I wanna fuck you’”

*mock whining*

“Now.”

“Did you just say no?”

“What’s wrong? Can’t breathe?”

“That’s Sir to you.”

“Wanna say that again?”

“That wasn’t a suggestion.”

Not into diapers or ageplay yourself, but want to make your AB/DL partner happy? Here are a few simple things you can try!

Pick out an outfit for them at bedtime so when they wake up they have to wear whatever you’ve chosen.

Use special terms of endearment. Ask what names they prefer, or simply experiment! Sometimes even a simple “good boy”, or “good baby” can make them melt.

Instead of letting them wear their special clothes or diapers whenever they want, set up a rule that they need to ask you first. It’s simple and quick - and it’s pretty fun to watch them blush and stammer trying to ask if they can put on a diaper!

Pick out a special “Little” item for them to wear. Like number one above, but this time add a onesie or diaper.

Ask them if they need to go potty - anytime, anywhere.

Casually put their pacifier in their mouth when they’re working or gaming or watching TV.

Cut up their food for them at meals.

Order for them at restaurants. Doesn’t have to be anything super childish - just that act alone can make them blush!

If your partner is padded up, give them plenty to drink. Remind them that you really wouldn’t want them to get dehydrated. Bonus points if you’re out in public and order them a giant beverage!

Pat their bum. If they’re padded, watch them melt and squirm at the sound of their own diaper. If they’re not, tease them about how strange it feels when that padding is missing!

Deliberately walk down the baby aisle with them while shopping. You don’t need to buy anything, but bonus points if you go slow and start examining the baby foods (or better yet, the diapers!).

Refer to underwear as “big boy/girl/kid pants.”

Ask if they need a sippy cup or bib if they ever happen to spill something while eating.

Get a warm washcloth and wipe their face with it after eating - even if they’re perfectly clean. Watch them melt!

Stop by the swings at the park, and if they’re empty, try them out. Heck, you’ll probably enjoy this one too!

Pat and stroke their head, especially if they like to ageplay. Littles are often very sensitive to touch when regressing, so that sensation combined with the caring and condescension it implies will likely bring them a lot of pleasure.

Give them a padded weekend; simply replace the underwear in their drawer with diapers. (Or even make them do it themselves!) Tell them they’ll get their underwear back once they’ve used those up.

Remind them how cute they are. Many age players can be intensely embarrassed of their appearance when wearing baby things, so communicating that you find them attractive can mean the world.

Encourage them to “use their words” when talking about what they want. Don’t expect them to wax eloquent on what they’re craving, though; it’s often embarrassing and hard to articulate these things. Be patient and listen.

Try talking to them in an enthusiastic, bright tone - just like you might talk to a three-year-old - and see if they like it.

Let them show you love in return. Maybe they’ll be embarrassed, or turned on, or both - but above all they’ll love you and be grateful for your acceptance. So if and when they try to return the favor by doing things for you, let them.

Imagine this.

Either out or at home, youre wearing your diaper and you’re dry and it feels really nice to be dry! You’re just minding your business until Mommy or Daddy announces. “I need to pee.”

You just shrug because they use the toilet usually and look at them weird for announcing it. Suddenly, they tell you to come to them. So you stand up and waddle over, blinking in confusion. They move a hand down and grip the front of your dry diaper and you can’t help but smile, proud you’re still dry.

“Still dry? That’s unusual for my little baby. We can’t have that.”

You squirm, thoroughly embarrassed and confused by what they mean. So, Daddy stands up and pulls you close, kissing your neck and moving a hand down to unbutton his pants with you held close. Expecting sexy times, you squirm and whine, biting your lower lip and leaning into their touch. Suddenly, you feel them pulling the front of your diaper away from your skin and their dick slipping down the wasteband and pressing against you. Caught off guard, you frown and look up at him questioningly and they smirk and lean forward to whisper in your ear. “/My/ Baby doesn’t get to be dry for long.” Before you feel warm wetness flowing into your diaper and you Gasp, squirming and whimpering, turned on by the sheer humiliation and the amazing feeling of the warm wetness pooling around you and soaking into your diaper. They hold you still as they finish, obviously having had to go a lot as you were now pretty soggy, and tingly between your legs. Expecting sexy touches after, you arch your back and rub against their cock still buried down your diaper. He surprises you by pulling out his cock and tightly pressing the soggy padding between your legs and growling, their next words obviously a demand and not a request. “Now go back and play baby. You’ll hold up for a while. /No/ touching yourself, or it’ll be a spanking and a second diaper on top of that one instead of a change.

If you have a Mommy, she pulls you close and nips st the skin of your neck, making you shiver and while needily. You feel your diaper pulled away from your skin and a plastic tube being slipped down deep into your diaper and you pull back in surprise to look down. Mommy is cupping a funnel between her legs and the tube is going down into your diaper. Suddenly you feel warmth spreading through your previously dry diaper and whimper, squirming with embarrassment and arousal. She presses the soggy padding against you before patting your bum and pulling out the tube, turning you back around and giving you a nudge back to your play area. “Go play baby. You’ll be alright in that diaper for quite a while. Mommy made sure to diaper you extra thick.”

- someone leaning over and buckling my seatbelt

- tying my shoe for me (especially if you pat it afterwards??)

- zipping up my jacket

- making me hold ur hand before crossing the street

- handing me my water bottle to make me drink it

- slightly condescending nicknames

- moving me by my belt loops/waist

- “why don’t you be a good girl and *instructions*?”

- brushing my hair out of my face

- opening my drinks for me

Awww! That ask made my heart melt to be honest, haha. But yeah, a diaper change might be quite intimidating for the average little, even if it’s done by a loving caregiver. After all, - either willingly or unwillingly - you have to put yourself in quite the revealing and vulnerable position after having done a pretty embarrassing act in your diaper! I can understand why a little would cry! Luckily there’s always a heroic caregiver nearby to save the day!

First and foremost, before I start with the list of ideas, I think the most important part is that the changing should never feel like a chore to both parties! A diaper change is one of the most intimate, special things that a caregiver and a little can do together, and should be absolutely treated as such! A little reveals herself to her caregiver in one of the most vulnerable ways possible and the caregiver takes care of a little’s most private parts. It’s special, no matter how you look at it.Treating a change like any other household chore like watering the plants or getting groceries might give both parties the wrong feeling, it might make the little feel bad about using their diaper, and it might make the caregiver feel it’s taking away from his spare time. That’s why I think a diaper change should kind of be treated as a date! A special, private time just for the two of you, where you have fun and don’t care about anything else. With that being said, here’s a smol list of stuff I would do to keep my little from becoming upset.

Stay positive and encouraging! - Your little might already be pretty embarrassed and feeling bad about having used her diaper and having to ask you to change her, so it might not be the best of ideas to just get it over and done with as fast as possible. Give that cutie some compliments! Tell her how proud you are of her that she used her diaper, comment on how good her behaviour is while she’s on the changing table, make sure she knows she’s the prettiest princess in the whole wide world! Make her feel so good and little she has no time to feel embarrassed!

Distract her! - Try to get her mind off of things while you are busy cleaning her tushy and powdering her privates! She might not get upset as easily if she’s got something else to do instead of having to focus on you taking care of her intimate regions! A couple of good examples I think would be are giving her a toy or plushie she can play with, asking her about her day or have her sing a song she recently learned or give her a paci or bottle! The change will be over before she knows it!

Make sure she’s comfortable! - A little might dread her change more if she knows that you don’t have any real space where she can comfortably relax during a change. Make sure you make some proper investments to make your little the happiest she can be! A soft, sturdy changing mat - even for on the go - might be a good idea so she doesn’t get sore while lying down, a wipe warmer might just be perfect so she doesn’t have to feel cold wet wipes touching her naked skin. Also having a dedicated space for diaper changes - like her bedroom or nursery - where she feels comfortable with being little might just be quite helpful as well!

Involve her in the changing process! - While this might seem to contradict the second point somewhat, I think a little might be more accepting of a change when everything is fine-tuned to her specific wishes. Take her with you when you go out shopping for supplies for example! She’d probably really enjoy being able to pick the diapers with the cutest prints, or the lotion she thinks smells best, or the baby powder with that cartoon character she loves on the packaging! It definitely gives her something to look forward to next time she needs a change.

Aftercare! - I can imagine a diaper change might both be physically (All the touching and feeling) and mentally (being so revealed to her caregiver) kind of exhausting for a little that gets easily upset. Make sure she’s 100% happy after her change as well! Again, shower her with compliments, pick her up and cuddle her, give her a snack as a reward, give her all of the kisses diaper pats. Nothing too major, but it’s all these little things that really count!

So yeah, my thoughts on how to handle a little during a change! What do you think of these ideas? And do you have any suggestions yourself! Feel free to leave them right here under my post! :)

Ugh, same here, though. It’s personally one of my biggest turn-ons. Even though I think diapergirls are some of the most precious creatures on God’s Green Earth™, there’s no better feeling than embarrassing the hell out of them about their childish predicament. They get even cuter the more they blush. Just for you I’ve come up with a smol list of ways in which I’d like to humiliate my little in!

Impromptu diaper check - Littles can’t be trusted with taking care of their own nappies, which is why they should be prepared to get them checked anywhere, anytime. In the shopping isle, in the park, at friends, she should always be ready for her daddy to bend her over and take a quick peek inside her diaper!

Pantless day - Little girls don’t know the concept of decency anyway. When you have a day off, make her prance around in nothing but a diaper. Let’s see how well she can keep it hidden while doing chores in and around the house.

Take her shopping for diapers - And make it drawn out too! Have a long discussion with her in the diaper isle about which ones might fit her best or which ones might hold the most. Guaranteed she’ll be blushing at the raised eyebrows of bystanders!

Make her carry her own supplies. - So she’ll always be aware she’s just a little girl who needs her diapers. And make sure you remind her of the fact frequently as well! “How many diapers do you have left?” “Don’t forget your diaper bag, sweetheart!” “I don’t need diapers, so I’m not carrying them for you, princess!”

Public diaper change - Is your babygirl wet and is there a family bathroom with lock nearby? How about changing her right then and there? Butterflies in little’s tummy 100% guaranteed when she gets her tushy cleaned on an unfamiliar changing table!

Diaper pats - Acknowledge the fact that she’s wearing by patting her diaper throughout the day! When you’re out and about a light tap on her padded bottom will quickly remind her of who she really is.

Lock the bathrooms - She thinks she doesn’t need her diapers? Lock all the bathrooms in the house and make. That. Cutie. Wet. Herself. Let’s see if she’s still so confident if she has to admit to her Daddy that she did have an accident after all!

Cumming only in diapers - Even littles have adult needs at times. If she requires her needs to be fullfilled so to speak, it’s important that she needs to keep her diaper on! We don’t want her to make a mess after all. And be sure to supervise her while she’s desperately trying to rub herself through her baby diapers!

Degrade her - As I have already mentioned in the previous ask, your Daddy voice is magical. It’s no crime to tell your princess what a little girl she is for still having to wear diapers. It’s the truth after all! Some classic lines which will make any little squirm are: “Did you go potty in your princess panties for me? What a big baby you are!” and “Big girl panties are for big girls, silly girl, don’t you rather want to wear your nappies, hm?”

Double-/Triple-diapers - If you want to give her a true baby experience, why not put two or even three diapers on the lil’ lass? It’s highly entertaining seeing her waddle everywhere. For optimal enjoyment put a skirt on her and send her out on an errand!

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Aztec Eagle Warriors and Therizinosaurus.

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Mad Max inspired rider on a carnotaur.

"Fiona Briarty?“ The receptionist repeated back to you as they keyed it into the search bar of the registry." Ah, here we go. She's in the Regression clinic on the 3rd floor. Follow the signage. Okay?“ They gave a polite but dismissive smile, eyes following you back to the stairs before you heard the click clack of a report being resumed in the quiet echoing hospital halls.

The signage for the Regression clinic was easy to spot. It stood out from the regular signs because it was brightly coloured and had cutesy nursery motifs. It wasn't unlike trying to find the pediatric ward.

You found the clinic and in one of the consultancy rooms you found Fiona. She was bending over to tuck in the waterproof cover of a hospital bed. Her nurses uniform had hiked all the way up, revealing a thick cloth diaper with shiny white plastic pants.

"Oh. Hi! Sorry I got distracted with tidying up." Fiona turned around and apologised after hearing you clear your throat.

"You're probably wondering why I'm wearing a diaper? It's sort of company policy. You see the chemicals we use to regress patients can sometimes get accidently inhaled or spilt while being admistered. Even a trace amount on your skin can cause you to wet yourself. It's used to induce perminant incontinence in our clients you see. Anyway, accidents happen (which leads to accidents happening in the nurses panties) and we stock a ton of diapers for the patients anyway, this just helps use keep the hospital sterile in case there are any slip ups."

By the time Fiona was finished up and you both headed back to the car, she had changed back into her casual clothes. Their was no huge bulge or crinkle beneath her yoga pants so it was safe to assume she'd changed out of the diaper you'd seen earlier.

For a while you though nothing further of it. It was early just an occupational hazard. You knew Fiona worked with so called Adult Babies but it was evident that she wasn't one herself. Or so you thought.

You were at social event for a mutual friend. Fiona was there. You both had drinks and caught up on gossip but in the back of your mind something, you sensed something was amiss.

"Fiona, you haven't gone to the toilet once tonight."

"Yes I have."

"No. I haven't seen you leave this room."

"Um. Yeah.. I, uh... Went, right here. Oh just let me show you, thats easier than trying to say!" Fiona lifted the hem of her party dress and beneath you could see she was wearing a medical diaper. The wetness indicators had changed to blue.

"I got some of that stuff on me at work." Fiona explained. "The doctor says I can expect intermittent incontinence for a couple of days. The safest thing to do is wear diapers until the drug is out of my system. Anyway, diapers can be kind of convienant at times." She grinned, brushed her skirt down and then took a big swig from her wine glass and winked, as if to say, we both know where this wine is going.

A couple of weeks later you were back at the Regression clinic to see Fiona but thus time she was a patient rather than a nurse. What she had told you at the party was only half of what was really going on. In addition to working with potent chemicals, Fiona also sheparded her patients to regular hyponsis treatments. She had no idea that simply being in the same room with patients who were being hypnotised was very gradually having an effect on her. In hindsight you probably could have told her that her casual attitude to wearing diapers in the workplace was a bit of a warning sign. In any case its much too late now. The practically naked young woman playing on the floor has no sense of shame of modesty. She smiles at you in wordless recognition and then, suddenly distracted by a feeling of pressure in her gut, she squats down on her haunches. Regressed Fiona thinks nothing of of it as she feels the pressure subside, replaced with the feeling of her soft poo-poos gently loosening her bowels and pushing into the seat of her diaper.

You are a little taken a back by the smell of an adult's dirty diaper but Fiona looks content, she's not at all troubled. In fact she resumes playing with her toys on the floor.

Maybe Fiona suited being an adult baby more than adult baby nurse after all?

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Messing yourself while incontinent is literally one of the best feelings ever, ha ha. It feels very different from what I remember messing being like as a continent person (which I hated), and you don’t exert any effort whatsoever for it to happen : 3

Hmm, how best to describe this. 

If you don’t want to hear intricate details about messing, look away now, ha ha ha.

These days, I only ever get about five minutes warning that I’m going to mess myself, sometimes even less depending on what I’ve eaten. To start, there’s like this slight feeling of weight in my bowels beforehand, and that’s the little notice I get before everything starts happening. 

You’ll have to use your imagination a little bit here because there are truly unique sensations involved, but, try and imagine the feeling of your bowel muscles being like completely locked open, and, there being no feeling of resistance whatsoever, none at all; the messing is just totally unimpeded. 

I guess the actual messing part is like, the messing starts happening much faster than you might expect as a continent person, but although you start messing quite quickly, it’s actually extremely gentle and even pleasant in a way. You don’t feel a single muscle doing anything while you’re messing yourself, none at all (which is probably the best part, how totally relaxing it is), and all you can feel while this is happening is the warmth and mushiness coming out of your body, and the slight weight in your bowels disappearing.  

That’s probably another part that makes it so good. When you become bowel incontinent you usually start messing yourself two or three times a day after you eat, and because your bowels and digestive system get so in tune with each other and work in tandem, your messes are almost always extremely soft when they come out. I cannot for the life of me remember the last time I was ever constipated, regardless of what I ate, ha ha.

I think that’s probably about all the details I can think of to answer your question. If you were wondering how it happens from a biological standpoint without a person choosing to manually push though, well, we all have muscles in our bowels that cannot be consciously controlled, and these work to push a mess through your body using a technique called peristalsis. When you become incontinent, it’s these involuntary muscles that completely take over and push the mess out into your diaper without any of your conscious thought or input. 

Alexis & The Babysitter

Chapter 4:

Still trying to fathom the “ground rules” that Alexis’ mother had laid out to me for her newly regressed 18 year old daughter that I was now babysitting, I couldn’t help but enjoy her newfound humbled posture.

Pictures of the events that transpired the night before continued to flash through my mind. Alexis, a girl revered as the hottest, most untouchable girl in our high school was in a pull-up diaper that she quickly affirmed she needed.

The humbling events that had taken place had not only brought her back down to everyone else’s level, but much lower. Her following of girls and guys alike had forever been jealous of the 5’2”, tan, brunette with a perky butt and breast were still ignorant to the facts that I now knew first hand.

I thought about all the other girls at our high school that were inferior to Alexis. At least they could act like young adults, well, not infants rather. They were out enjoying their Summer, partying, going to the beach in their skimpy bikini’s. Not surprisingly, they also had the undeniable right to wear normal underwear.

Sure, Alexis had to wear diapers for her night time “accidents”, but she too had also enjoyed these simple pleasures less than 24 hours ago, she had even modeled on several occasions!

I could tell that Alexis was battling the prospect of this. In contrast to her peers, Alexis set in front of me clad in a freshly changed diaper with a pacifier in her mouth to top it off.

I was unsure of how she would react once her parents left. Would she instantly go off, disapproving the fact that I was now her babysitter?

Certainly not, I confidently told myself. After all, I had witnessed her pooping herself. Even more, her dad’s talk with me afterwards verified her diaper-wearing was for good reason to keep her sheets dry at night.

While I wasn’t worried about her attitude, I was furiously thinking of what I should do now given what had taken place.

This was usually when I would put her baby brother down for a nap, so I figured it was only fitting that she did the same.

“How about a nap?” I offered after the long silence.

Alexis slowly looked up at me, her beautiful brown eyes meeting mine with her infantile attire remaining unmistakably out of place for an 18 year old girl.

Her pacifier precluding her from audibly speaking, she settled for a simple head nod.

Taking her hand, I began to lead her upstairs to her room; an act I had previously dreamed of doing for a much different purpose.

I opened her bedroom door and was shocked to find her bed to be an infantile styled crib big enough for her 5’2” frame. As I continued to scan her room out of my former and now new curiosity, I also found a changing table and a few of her nighttime pull-up diapers.

The items seemed out of place for an 18 year old girl’s bedroom, sorely noticeable among bras and thongs that lay on the floor, which served as vestiges from her now former adulthood.

Alexis stopped in her tracks, her pacifier falling out of her mouth as fast as her jaw dropped.

Despite it being circumstantially inappropriate, my mind wondered back to all the times I imagined walking up to her room with her, a dream that I was not alone in pondering. Now I knew how futile of a dream that once was as I picked up her pacifier.

I almost felt sorry for her. Her blank stare remained unwavered as I put the pacifier back in her mouth. The humiliation she was experiencing was unimaginable.

My sympathy led me to considering cutting her some slack. Perhaps even earning the possibility of a date after a return to normalcy.

“How about we get you out of those Pampers.” Alexis’ face instantly lit up as if I had given her the winning lottery ticket.

My thoughts redirected to the night before where she uncontrollably messed herself, forcing her mom to change her dirty diaper. Not to mention her mother’s stern rules regarding her two P’s, “protection & punishment”.

What if her mother found her with another stinky ‘accident’ in her in her pants? Her mother would be so pissed at me for caving.

My better judgement convinced me otherwise. Instead of undiapering her, I grabbed one of her pull-ups off her dresser and began to walk towards her crib. The hope that was formerly expressed on her face quickly diminished and replaced with a discontented frown.

For a moment, she appeared as though she wouldn’t comply, but in what appeared to be an attempted preservation of her remaining dignity, she quickly moved towards the crib, determined to let herself in rather than me. Every step she took releasing an audible crinkle from her diaper.

Once situated in her crib, the reality of me performing a duty only appropriate for a toddler again shocked me. I was about to undress Alexis, the hottest girl in our school, but rather than proceeding with what any normal male and female would do, I would be diapering her instead.

After unsnapping her onesie, I began to tear away the tabs of her diaper. I couldn’t help but admire her beautifully fit tan legs and overall petite body frame that she so frequently worked on at the gym.

As my eyes wondered, the sight of baby powder lightly covering the area between her legs brought me back to the reality that I was about to put Alexis back in a diaper.

As I finished applying the baby powder, I caught a glimpse of Alexis deep in thought, aimlessly starring at the ceiling as I began to pull her diaper up to her thighs, interrupting her thought as I promoted her to lift her bottom.

I was still amazed at how easily she fit into her pull-ups, much less her baby brother’s Pampers. Once her diaper was in place, I paused for a moment to appreciate how her diaper almost appeared too bulky given her petite frame.

I held back a laugh at the fact that she’d had no idea her dedicated efforts at the gym would lend her the ability to easily fit into a toddler’s attire.

As I snapped the crotch of her onesie, she looked up at me discouraged as she was again sealed back into her diapers that the last 12 hours had proved her dependency upon.

“Sleep tight. I’ll come check on you later” I said as I lifted her crib bars and began to walk out of the room.

“Wow” I said quietly to myself as I descended down the stairs. I just put Alexis in a diaper and left her in a crib to take a mid-morning nap, attempting to frame an unthinkable reality that I currently resided within.

After a couple of hours, I decided I should go wake her up. Before going to her room, I contemplated what we should do next. “I guess we could watch TV.” I chuckled, thinking back to my offer the night before to watch TV as civilized young adults.

I grinned when I found the cartoon channel, figuring it was befitting to her situation. I grabbed the stuffed toys her mother had left as well as some coloring books and put them on the floor for her.

I opened her door and found her slowly waking, her pacifier still in place. Despite the fact that she lay in a crib wearing a onesie with a diaper hiding beneath, she was still gorgeous. I began to wonder if I could get over her apparent diaper dependency.

“Want to watch some TV?”

Alexis squinted as she awoke from her slumber. Her eyes quickly windened as I reached into her crib and felt the front of her diaper to see if it was wet.

Honestly, I didn’t even think about the implications of touching an area that was previously forbidden. I guess at this point, I had accepted the reality that I was now her babysitter and checking her diaper was part of my job. Luckily (and somewhat surprisingly), she was dry.

I could tell she wasn’t amused as she quickly glared at me, adding a thinly veiled smile.

I led her to the TV where I had left the toys for her. Before sitting down, I noticed she was slowly gathering her barrings, seeming visibly unsettled and working up the courage to speak.

“You know this isn’t how I usually am, I promise!” Alexis began to plead.

“This is all just a big misunderstanding! And really only because my mother is mad at me for drinking.”

Her defensiveness wasn’t a surprise, per se. But geez, is she kidding? What suitable defense can you have at the age of 18 after involuntarily soiling your diaper in front of others?

I tried not to laugh, “I guess I just misunderstood seeing your mother change your dirty diaper last night too then?”

Alexis was silent.

“Sit down, I’m making lunch.”

Alexis defeatedly obeyed, sitting Indian-style on the floor. She appeared to momentarily concede to my slightly condescending, but factually correct statement. She regretfully picked up the coloring book and pencils and began coloring.

I left Alexis in the living room and went to the kitchen where I began to cook lunch. I remained amused over her petulant attempt at convincing me that her current situation was an anomaly.

However, I again began to think about how beautiful she was. Even while diapered, she still remained gorgeous. I always wanted a chance with her but her enourmous pride and beauty had forever prevented the opportunity.

Given the extreme difficulty of having both a bulky pride while wearing a bulky diaper, it seemed as though this no longer stood between us.

My mind wondered as I thought about the prospect of Alexis being my girlfriend, absolutely beautiful, but diapered nonetheless. “I guess we all make compromises, I mean it’s just underwear…” I thought as I continued to convince myself.

Afer I finished cooking our lunch, I suddenly heard an all too familiar muffled fart in the living room.

“BLLLLRPPP”

“Did she seriously just fart?” I thought as I questioned what I heard. Sure, the likely culprit had been put back in diapers due to similar circumstances in the last 24 hours. But before yesterday, any 18 year old girl farting in the proximity of others was not only socially unacceptable, but unattractive no matter how hot they were.

As I walked into the living room with our lunch, the smell instantly confirmed what I assumed.

Defeatedly on her hands and knees, Alexis’ diaper pointed up towards the ceiling as she again visibly struggled to stop herself from messing her diaper for a second time within 24 hours.

She quickly put her hand on the back of her diaper, serving as a last ditch effort to prevent the inevitable. If yesterday’s events hadn’t proved she belonged in diapers, she knew this certainly would.

I set our lunch down on the coffee table feeling as though I should do something. I started to walk towards her before hearing another involuntary muffled fart.

“BLLLLRPPPPPPPPPPP” 💩

Her diaper quietly crackled as it filled up with a mess she was so desperately trying to prevent; slowly beginning to sag just as it had the night before.

As she continued to soil her diaper, the familiar rancid smell of her dirty diaper blended with baby powder filled the room.

I could tell Alexis was doing her best to hold back tears, attempting to avoid adding to the babyish act she was performing.

However, when she saw me holding my nose whilst witnessing everything, she began to sob, utterly embarrassed at the fact that she had again messed her diaper for a second time in front of me.

Moments earlier, I had convinced myself of pursuing Alexis despite her newly realized dependency on diapers. Yet the sight of the beautiful 18 year old girl sitting on the floor sobbing like an infant in a freshly messed diaper easily persuaded me otherwise.

How could I ever date a girl that could accidentally mess herself in a moments notice? The thought of us going on a date had forever sounded enticing, until now, considering the fact that I could be left to change her diaper in the middle of dinner.

I shook the thought as a final fart escaped behind her already VERY dirty diaper, letting out an involuntary grunt as her diaper was being pushed to its limit.

Good Lord, seriously? I was shocked that she was still uncontrollably messing herself. My shock quickly turned to frustration considering I knew I would be responsible for changing her diaper afterwards.

At this point, I almost couldn’t believe she wasn’t doing it on purpose. I mean how does a hot 18 year old girl not only mess herself once in front of a guy, but twice?

Alexis’ face was once again beat red after I accidentally let out a disgusted “Ugh” in response to the smell that continued to intensify, permeating through the entire living room.

Out of frustration, I decided her diaper change would wait until after lunch.

With a stern tone of disappointment, I finally spoke up, “Let’s eat lunch”. Alexis peered at me as tears continued to roll down her checks with an unmistakable look of disappointment that she wouldn’t yet be freed from the messy prison that she wore.

As I picked her up by her armpits I was reminded of just how petite she truly was.

I carried her to her baby brother’s high chair in the kitchen and slowly set her down, quickly noticing her sobs turn to a disgusted cringe as her messy diaper met the seat.

“I’ll change your diaper after you’re finished with your lunch.”

Alexis’ attention shifted away from her soiled diaper squishing beneath her as she realized she would now be stuck dealing with it while eating.

“No! Steve! Get this thing off of me now!”

I ignored her desperate pleas and set her lunch in front of her before grabbing mine and sitting at the dinner table.

My lack of response again provoked Alexis.

“Steve!”

“Yes?”

“Please change me. This is gross!”

“Yes, it is, and it’ll be equally gross when I have to change you, so maybe you should’ve thought about that before you decided to mess your diaper.”

Her fussy attitude began to frustrate me. She thinks it’s gross? Of course it is! Dirty diapers are gross enough for toddlers, much less an 18 year old! I had heard enough and decided to retrieve her pacifier that had fallen out while she was blowing out her diaper.

As I got up and began to walk in the living room, she again attempted to defend herself.

“No! Ugh, Steve! It was an accident!” Alexis strongly declared as I was returning from the living room.

“My mom gave me coffee this morning and it upset my stoma…” Her pacifier silencing her less than convincing argument.

“Quiet. Enough with the excuses. I would hope it was an accident because I have no idea why you’d want to mess yourself on purpose. Either way, I’m not treating you any different than I would your little brother.”

Alexis’ expression quickly changed as she began to realize that messing her diaper was literally inexcusable in light of her petulant argument.

After a moment of coming to terms with her predicament, she resigned to a frown behind her pacifier.

I returned to the dinner table and continued to eat my lunch despite Alexis’ stinky diaper eliminating any appetite I had left.

After eating as much as I could, I noticed Alexis was in deep thought, anxiously waiting to be relieved of the messy diaper that she continued to sit in.

After putting my dishes in the sink, I walked over to what was formerly Alexis’ little brother’s high chair.

“I’ll take this pacifier out as long as you will eat your lunch. No complaining or excuses or you’ll be punished, understood?”

Alexis refused to make eye contact but compromised with another half-hearted head nod. After removing her pacifier, she defiantly looked up at me.

“Eat up.”

“Steve, get me out of this diaper right now!” She squealed, continuing to accurately play her role as an adult toddler.

“Well punishment it is.” I said flippantly, completely unsure of what that would entail.

I began contemplating what punishment would most effectively get my point across. I had spanked her brother plenty of times, but given that she was on the verge of a blowout, I doubted that would be practical.

Then it hit me, she would do anything to avoid her public persona being damaged. She frequently posted pictures on her Instagram of her in beautiful outfits or out with friends to fuel her public reputation.

“We’re going to take a trip to the park. I’m sure you’ll be able to find plenty of others there that can’t keep their diapers clean either.”

“You wouldn’t.” Alexis said sternly, almost as if it were a dare.

I unsnapped the table tray on the high chair and picked her up, regrettably placing her diapered bottom under my arm, feeling it’s contents slowly spread.

“Let’s get you changed into some appropriate clothing for our trip.”

Alexis continued fuss as I carried her back up to her room where I located the clothes her mother had bought earlier that day.

After setting her down on the floor, I looked through the bag and found a babyish pinafore.

“This will do.”

“Steve no please! I can’t go outside in that while wearing a…” She paused, realizing what she was about to say.

“Go on. Wearing a what…?”

“Steve I’ll do anything. I know you like me, let’s go on a date or something.”

“Well that’s presumptuous isn’t it? I may have liked you at some point, but I’m not interested in dating an adult toddler.”

My comment cut through Alexis’ pride like a hot knife in butter, but it didn’t deter her from trying to dissuade me.

I began to take her onesie off to replace it with the pinafore that would do little to hide her stinky diaper.

While putting the pinafore on her, she again continued to protest. Only this time, her comment caught me off guard.

“Hang on… what if we stayed her and you changed me and I did something for you.” She said with a devious grin.

I won’t lie, it was tempting no matter if she was confined to a dirty diaper or not.

I paused to think about it, which Alexis noticed and quickly tried to take advantage of my indecision.

“Come on Steve.” She said arousingly as she leaned forward and began to reach for my pants.

“Just relax, we don’t need to go anywhere.” She stated, again with her sexy smile as she began to unzip my jeans.

I grabbed her petite hand while motioning for her to stop, “Time to go.”

“Seriously, Steve? Please just let me…” I placed my finger on her lips silencing her once again before replacing with another pacifier.

“Suck on this instead”

Her expression was priceless. Alexis likely never thought she would see a day where a guy turned her down for anything, much less a blow job.

After I finished dressing her, I carried her and her brother to my truck, strapping both of them into car seats.

Alexis appeared uncomfortable after I had snapped the belt between her thighs which was certain to squish the contents of her very full diaper.

As Steve started driving to the park, he could see Alexis in his rear view mirror defeatedly looking out of the window.

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“I can’t believe he said no to me giving him a blow job.” I thought to myself. The thought was so surprising that it temporarily took my mind off the fact that I was in a car seat headed to a public park in a very stinky diaper.

“Why did he say no?” He’s always liked me hasn’t he? Does he seriously not like me now because of…” I paused as looked down to examine the state of my diaper, only to find that it had turned a disgusting shade of brown, making me realize I was in the midst of uncontrollably wetting myself.

“What?!” I loudly said under my breath.

“What is it?” Steve asked before peering in his rear view mirror to find me starring in disbelief at the diaper I was wetting.

Judging by the look on his face, he figured it out.

“You’re a mess… literally.”

To say it was embarrassing doesn’t do it justice. Yes, I had nighttime accidents, and yes, I had had a couple of small accidents while drinking, but at least I knew I had to go. Not only had I not noticed that I needed to go, I didn’t even realize I had wet myself until it was too late.

So here I am, in the back seat of Steve’s truck, formerly nothing more than a boy who had a crush on me, now a boy who turned me down, all the while sitting next to my toddler little brother strapped into a car seat sitting in an already messy diaper that I just wet without knowing.

My heart began to race as we turned into the parking lot. Being in a dirty diaper was, in-of-itself, unbelievably embarrassing. The thought of being in a dirty diaper in public was terrifying.

“You’re lucky I’m nice.”

Steve’s comment seemed all but real. How was he ‘nice’? He was about to take me in public while I’m like…this!

“I brought your diaper bag. I’m going to change you before we go into the park.” Steve said while looking at me in his rear view mirror.

I was conflicted. I would be out of my filth which I desperately desired, but put back in another diaper… and then going into public.

Then reality hit me. “He’s going to change my…” I could hardly even say it in my own mind, “… dirty diaper in public!?”

“Steve, can we please do this somewhere private? Pleaseeee?” I begged as if my life depended on it.

Rather than give me an answer, he got out of the car and walked over to my door.

“Steve, what are you doing? Please don’t do…” for the third time today, he again pacified me, silencing me like an annoying toddler.

He lifted me out of the car seat, exposing my brown stained diaper to any onlookers in the process while carrying me to the back of his truck.

After unlatching his tailgate and laying me down on the changing mat, he lifted up my pinafore to examine my thoroughly messed diaper.

“Really pushed this one to the limit.” His embarrassing comment paled in comparison to the fact that I was about to of receive a diaper change in public at the age of 18.

As he I felt him tear the sides of my pull-up, I gagged as the smell of my infantile accidents imenated through the air. The sun beating down on me, I sheepishly peered down seeing past my flat stomach to see my poop covered private’s.

“Relax.” Steve commanded as he grabbed the first of many baby wipes.

“How the hell am I supposed to relax!? You have me exposed for all humanity to see me receiving a diaper change!” I screamed in my head.

He began to work away at my bottom with the baby wipes for what seemed like entirnity.

The park was busy that day. As I lay on my back receiving a diaper change that I desperately needed, I anxiously looked up to see if anyone was watching.

I saw a group of girls in binkins that looked to be a little younger than me, hanging out with some cute boys which made me burn with anger as I began to compare myself to them.

There they were happily enjoying their freedoms and here I was, getting my diaper changed by a boy that just rejected me giving him a blowjob. Oh wait, it gets better? Yes, and I’m now getting a fresh diaper put on me.

How would any boy ever be interested in a girl that’s been put back in diapers? Hmm, who should I go out with, a girl in sexy lingerie or the pacified girl laying on her back getting her dirty diaper changed? Tough decision.

Even if a boy was interested, he’d be fortunate enough to learn I have a babysitter or witness my parents or Steve checking my diaper to make sure it’s still clean. Uhh you’re in diapers? Yeah, no thanks.

Steve closed the tailgate of his truck and led my brother and I into to the park. As I walked, I tried my best to keep my short dress down so no one could see my diaper. I couldn’t help but anxiously look around to make sure no one was there that I knew.

“You guys go play, I’ll sit over here.” Steve said to my brother and I as he motioned towards the playground.

“You can’t be serious.” I said sternly.

“Didn’t think I was serious when I said we were going to the park either.”

“Damnit” I thought to myself as I defiantly turned away from him and decided to find something to climb.

It wasn’t long after I climbed through some of the stuff at the playground that I heard a few chuckles only to realize my pinafore had ridden up, now exposing my diaper to any onlookers behind me.

“Shit!” I said under my breath as I quickly tried to maneuver myself to cover my bottom.

“Mommy, why is she wearing a diaper?” I heard a kid ask his mom in the distance.

This day can’t get any more embarrassing. I’ve had multiple accidents, been turned down by an inferior boy 2 years younger than me, had my diaper changed in public, and now am getting mocked by petulant children who just saw my diaper while playing at a playground.

What happened next proved me wrong, however. With my diaper still on display, I turned around to find Steve talking to someone, motioning towards me in the distance.

That someone happened to be Taylor, the only boy at our high school that I’ve ever thought might be good enough for me.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Messing yourself while incontinent is literally one of the best feelings ever, ha ha. It feels very different from what I remember messing being like as a continent person (which I hated), and you don’t exert any effort whatsoever for it to happen : 3

Hmm, how best to describe this. 

If you don’t want to hear intricate details about messing, look away now, ha ha ha.

These days, I only ever get about five minutes warning that I’m going to mess myself, sometimes even less depending on what I’ve eaten. To start, there’s like this slight feeling of weight in my bowels beforehand, and that’s the little notice I get before everything starts happening. 

You’ll have to use your imagination a little bit here because there are truly unique sensations involved, but, try and imagine the feeling of your bowel muscles being like completely locked open, and, there being no feeling of resistance whatsoever, none at all; the messing is just totally unimpeded. 

I guess the actual messing part is like, the messing starts happening much faster than you might expect as a continent person, but although you start messing quite quickly, it’s actually extremely gentle and even pleasant in a way. You don’t feel a single muscle doing anything while you’re messing yourself, none at all (which is probably the best part, how totally relaxing it is), and all you can feel while this is happening is the warmth and mushiness coming out of your body, and the slight weight in your bowels disappearing.  

That’s probably another part that makes it so good. When you become bowel incontinent you usually start messing yourself two or three times a day after you eat, and because your bowels and digestive system get so in tune with each other and work in tandem, your messes are almost always extremely soft when they come out. I cannot for the life of me remember the last time I was ever constipated, regardless of what I ate, ha ha.

I think that’s probably about all the details I can think of to answer your question. If you were wondering how it happens from a biological standpoint without a person choosing to manually push though, well, we all have muscles in our bowels that cannot be consciously controlled, and these work to push a mess through your body using a technique called peristalsis. When you become incontinent, it’s these involuntary muscles that completely take over and push the mess out into your diaper without any of your conscious thought or input.