âStop fussing, little one,â Janieâs mother said sternly as she taped her adult daughterâs diaper around her waist. âYou need to get used to having your nappy changed.â
âBut I donât want to!â Janie whined, kicking her legs. âIâm an adult! Why canât we just pretend Iâm getting punished when the inspectors come?â
âNaughty girl!â her mother scolded, smacking her sharply on the top of her thighs. Janie squealed girlishly. âDonât kick, little lady, or Mummy will give you a proper spanking. And we will not just pretend. The court sentenced you to five years as a one-year-old, Janie, and as your mother itâs my duty to enforce that sentence. Unless youâd rather be sent to a state-run adult discipline nursery?â
Janie shivered. âNo, MumâŚâ
Her mother smacked her hard on her bottom, making her squeal again.
âI mean⌠No, Mummy.â Janie blushed in humiliation. She felt utterly stupid. She was an adult for Godâs sake! A successful businesswoman! Or at least, she had been until all her illegal activities had been discovered. She couldnât help but whine and complain, even if it did make her look even more babyish. It was almost too much to bear, the thought of being stuck in nappies for the next five years, forced to wear baby clothes (if she was lucky enough to get to wear anything at all over her tits and diaper), forced to eat baby food and drink from bottles, to sleep in a crib and get spanked for misbehaviour.
But the threat of a state-run nursery was enough to make her settle down. Sheâd seen the women whoâd ended up there â usually girls whose husbands, boyfriends, or parents were unable or unwilling to enforce their regression discipline. They wore ludicrous frilly dresses, with their nappies, almost always used, completely on display. They sucked their thumbs and babbled nonsensical baby talk. They threw childish tantrums and cried when they werenât allowed to have any ice cream. They acted like total babies, and even the slightest display of adult behaviour was met with a swift and nasty spanking, even in public.
âThereâs no need to be so grumpy, little miss,â her mother said happily. She seemed delighted to have her baby back. âHere comes the tickle monster!â
She started tickling Janieâs exposed tummy and sides, making her wiggle about on the sofa, giggling uncontrollably. Janie blushed even more brightly as she giggled and gurgled like a happy baby. She wanted nothing more than to scream at her mother that she was still an adult woman, no matter what the government said, but all she could do was shriek with laughter as if she was enjoying being tickled like a toddler. Then she felt her bladder let go.
âNo!â she gasped suddenly, looking down at her diaper, the front of which was starting to darken.
âWhatâs the matter, sweetie?â Janieâs mother asked, stopping her tickling and following her daughterâs gaze. Then a broad smile spread across her face. âUh-oh! Is my little princess doing wee-wees? You always did have a weak bladder when you got tickled!â
Janie burst into tears. It was so disgusting! But it wasnât just the feeling of a wet nappy that was making her upset. It was the knowledge that the icky, soggy, warm sensation in her pants was something sheâd be experiencing every day for the next five years at least, assuming she wouldnât end up incontinent by the end of her sentence. She didnât want to wear nappies! She didnât want to be a stupid baby!
âItâs okay, sweetheart!â her mother cooed. âItâs okay! Youâre just a little baby, and babies wet themselves. Thatâs what your nappies are for!â
Janie cried ever harder at that. Her mother scooped her up and settled down on the sofa with her, stroking her hair and cooing at her lovingly. Even though Janie knew her mother was getting some twisted sense of enjoyment out of seeing her adult daughter reduced legally to the status of a sweet little one-year-old baby, she couldnât help but feel comforted. Eventually her crying turning into sniffles.
âWill you⌠Will you change my nappy, Mummy?â Janie asked.
âI just changed you, silly!â her mother laughed. âYou can have a nappy change after dinner.â
âAfter dinner?! But⌠But thatâs hours away!â
âI know, princess,â her mother said slowly and sweetly, like she was talking to someone very stupid. âBut being in a wet nappy is just part of being a baby. Sometimes you might have to spend a whole day in soggy or stinky pants, so itâs just something youâll have to get used to. Okay, sweetheart?â
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
You desperately looked at the shore, lamenting how far away it was. You'd never make it in time. It was still at least 40 minutes away.
If you're lucky, you could hold it for five.
You hated these family vacations. Your parents still forced you to go, even though you were a senior in college. Vacations with family meant two weeks of your parents treating you like a child because you still weren't out of diapers.
Two weeks of your little sister publicly checking your diapers. Two weeks of hearing her laughing when your mother dragged you away for diaper changes.
There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide on this damned boat. Nowhere to sneak away to load your diaper without drawing attention.
All you knew is it couldn't happen here, while you sat between your mother and sister. Between your motherâs overbearing concern and sisterâs taunting, youâd rather throw yourself off the boat in shark infested waters.
No. You had to go somewhere, anywhere to get away from them.
"I'm gonna go look for dolphins," you lied, hoping nobody would follow.
You slowly wander to the back of the boat through the crowd. If anyone had a toddler, they'd recognize your walk for what it is: the desperate toddling of someone trying not to poop his diaper.
You get to the railing, squeezing it tight, fighting your body. âNot here. Just a little bit longer,â you plead to yourself.
âHey! This is embarrassing but youâre staying at the Flamingo Sands, right? Thereâs literally no one our age there and Iâm going crazy!â
You almost lose control when you look up at her. Sheâs beautiful and she came up to you! You try to play it cool, despite the foreboding cramping in your stomach.
âYeah, I swear the average age there is 65!â
Your heart skips a beat when she laughs, much more than expected for that joke. MaybeâŚjust maybe you have a chance.
âI know, itâs supposed to be a party resort, not a retirement center!â she quips, âwell, maybe you want to get a driâare you okay?â
A savage cramp forced you to grab the railing and squat down a few inches. Your face growing a violent shade of maroon.
The cramp mercifully passes without you loading your diaper in front of her. Recovering yourself, you try to play it off.
âYeah, sorry, I shouldnât have gone snorkeling when I was this hungover,â you lie.
âHahaha, I feel that. I thought I was gonna die yesterday. Wayyyy to many Mai Taiâs!â
Just as youâre about to respond, you hear footsteps coming towards you. Before you can even see who it is, you hear her.
Your sister.
âHey, buddy, Mom says itâs been a while since she checked that diaper of yours, so I volunteered to do it!â
âWait, what do you mean? Are youâŚ? Youâre wearing a diaper?â she asks, both deeply amused and wildly confused.
âYeah!â your sister answers enthusiastically, âthis little stinker has never managed to get out of diapers!â
âOh my god, no way! Thatâs so embarrassing! I was about to ask him to get drinks with me!â she says, dripping in condescension, âwait. Are you actually cramping cause youâre hungover? Or are you trying not to poop your diaper? Because my niece is a toddler and she does the exact same thing!â
âOh Iâm sure it was! He had the cutest little poopy dance!â your sister teases, âheâs due for a stinky anytime!â
You try and give your sister your best death glare, too humiliated to speak. All it does is make her giggle.
âI donât smell anything, but letâs see,â she says pushing your shoulders forward.
You wonât let your sister check you in front of her. Not like this. But in your effort to resist, you unclench yourself.
The consequences were immediate. You realized your mistake as your knees buckled into a deep squat. You were powerless to stop it.
You were pooping your diaper in front of them.
âNo way! Youâre actually squatting down like my niece! You even make the same little grunts! Thatâs so cute!â
Youâre unable to defend yourself, incapable of anything but squatting and pushing. Despite your lifetime of filling diapers, youâve never been more humiliated than you are now.
To your horror, you realize this isnât a little accident. Round after round of mush fills your diaper. Bulging out, searching for space.
âDoes he always poop this long?â she asks.
âOh yeah, he makes the biggest poopies,â your sister answers, âmy mom makes him wear the biggest diapers on the market. No idea how you didnât see them proofing under his swimsuit!â
âWell now I can! It looks like heâs pooped out a mountain!â
Just as you think youâre done, you hear another voice.
âOh, honey,â your Mom coos, âI saw you squatting down all the way from where I was sitting! Are you all done? Let me see.â
You meekly allowed your Mom to check you like a toddler in front of two giggling girls, hoping a tsunami was barreling towards you.
âSweetie, you really filled your diaper,â your mom says, âI donât think you can sit down unless you want a blowout.â
âJust change him here,â your sister adds unhelpfully, âyou canât subject the boat to his stink!â
She laughs, âfor as big as the lump in his diaper, he doesnât really smell! He wonât get a rash?â
âThe captain said we still have 45 minutes until weâre back on shore,â your Mom says thoughtfully, âmaybe it would be best to change you now. I saw a secluded place in the front, maybe we can ask the captain if it would be okay to change him there.â
With that, your Mom pulls you after her, heading to the captain. The last thing you see is her laughing with your sister, lost in conversation.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
âHey mister, where do you think youâre waddling off to all alone?â
Of all the people you wanted to avoid right now, Robin was at the top of your list.
âUmmmâŚt-to get something.â
You were never a good liar.
âIs that so? It has nothing to do with that big brown bulge in your Lil Swimmer?â
What could you possibly say in a situation like this?
It was bad enough Mommy dressed you in nothing but an oversized Lil Swimmers diaper and dinosaur floaties around your former friends.
And in Robinâs case, former crush.
It was bad enough having to surreptitiously squat down and load that swim diaper.
But somehow, this made it even worse.
Here you areâblubbering an excuse after Robin caught you red-handed trying to hide in your poopy diaper.
Exactly like a shy toddler.
âAwww, donât be embarrassed, cutiepie! Itâs just a poopy diapie. Poor thing, were you trying to hide from us?â
âIâŚâ
âCome here, little guy. Youâre okay,â she coos, pulling you into a hug, âYouâre safe. How about I grab your diaper bag and get you out of that icky diapie, hmm?â
âB-butâŚwha-what about myâŚâ
âI can change you, sweetie. Your Mommy is having some fun, Iâll give her a break.â
She pulls your hand to the group of sunbathing girls, giving you no choice but to follow.
âFound this lil stinker trying to hide his poopy diaper.â She tousles your hair. âAnyone know where Liz put his diaper bag?â
You felt every eye on you as you waited for Robin to grab your diaper bag, your drooping brown diaper unmistakable.
To your horror, she places the changing mat right next to you.
âH-here?! Canât we g-go to the car?â
âThatâs all the way up the hill, honey. Your Mommy would kill me if I let you walk that far in a poopy diaper! Besides, youâve been playing in nothing but your diaper all afternoon, nobody will be surprised itâs getting changed.â
The other girls laugh, but not you.
âLay down, kiddo.â As you do, she slides a paci into your mouth.
She rips the sides of your Lil Swimmers.
âYou know, when I first heard your Mommy did this after your accidents started, I thought she was crazy. I mean, diapers or not, I always thought you were a good guy. I even had a crush on you!â
Waitâshe had a crush? On you?
âAnd then to have your adulthood ripped away like thisâŚI mean, youâre genuinely no different than my three-year-old niece. It just seemed soâŚcruel. But now that Iâve spent time around you, your Mommy chose right! This is sooo better for you!â
She starts wiping you clean.
âThink about it. No woman would ever want to be with someone in diapers. And who could possibly respect someone who might poop his diaper at any moment? Thatâs no way for an adult to live. So why try? Youâre already closer to a baby than an adult, so why pretend? Why confuse you?â
âArenât you better off without any big boy expectations? Free from the burdens of adulthood? Doesnât it make this diaper change easier knowing I think of you as a toddler, not an adult?â
She lifts your legs into the air.
âYouâre free, honey. Babies arenât embarrassed by their diapers because babies arenât judged for needing diapers. Itâs the most natural thing in the world for them. Expected. Just like you!â
She rolls up your messy diaper, grabbing a new Lil Swimmer, baby powder, and rash cream.
âYour Mommy gave you a gift: your Second Babyhood. Now nobody will judge you as an adult. Isnât that great? You never need to be embarrassed again!â
She boops your nose.
âYou can run around to your heartâs content in your cutie swim diapie like itâs the most normal thing in the world! Because it is! All us girls think itâs the most adorable thing!â
She sprinkles baby powder on you.
âSo no more running off to hide because you made a poopoo, okay, mister? Thatâs why your Mommy put it on! Let us worry about your diapies, your job is to build the biggest sandcastle ever!â
You finally find your voice as she slides your Lil Swimmers on you.
âO-okayâŚâ
She laughs. âSilly boy, you can do better than that! Arenât you excited to show your Mommy the sandcastle youâre making her?â
âY-yeah!â
âHmmm, what do you think, girls? Is he excited enough?â
A collective murmur of encouragement rings out.
âI thought so!â Now,â she coos, tickling your tummy, âWho wants to build a sandcastle?â
âMeeeee!â you wail, laughing from the tickles.
âGood boy! Câmon lil stinker, letâs go build a sandcastle!â
The next hour flies by. For the first time since you were demoted to babyhood, you werenât worried about your lost adulthood.
You were having fun!
It didnât matter that you were building a sandcastle in nothing but a Lil Swimmer, surrounded by pretty girls your âage.â It didnât matter that every so often, the back of your diaper was pulled back to inspect it for poopoo.
Robin was rightâyou were finally free.
You arenât an adult, so why be judged like one? Why live by adult standards? Why fight to be seen as an adult, when youâll never be one of them?
You finally embrace your new life and let go of who you were before the diapers. Let go of worrying what the girls next to you think you.
This is who you are.
A carefree baby boy. You have Mommy to care for you. She makes all the decisions. Whatâs there to fuss about?
âWook Mommy!â you squeal when you see her, âI builded a thancathle!â
Itâs been so long since Daddy let you have any big girl fun with him.
So very long.
Daddy stripped away every aspect of your adulthood, piece by piece, thrusting you into this infantile world of diapers, nap times, and Fisher-Price playsets.
Nothing but mind-numbing baby shows, toddler-level books, and never-ending nursery songs.
Everything but this.
He could take your potty-training, autonomy, and independence, but he could never take the one last piece of adulthood you have left.
Your desire.
After a year of permanent denial, of having your princess parts chronically ignoredâexcept during diaper changes, Daddy would never let you get diaper rash on his watchâyou almost wished he could take it.
The longer your diaper-clad chastity goes, the needier you become. Your mind is a hazy buzz of desperation. You canât think straight.
All you want is to feel Daddyâs loving touch again. Even the thought of it send jolts of pleasure through your body. Youâd do anything.
Anything.
You take a breathâand make your move.
âD-daddyâŚ,â you whisper, suckling your binky with each pause and giving him your best puppy dog eyes, âI mith Daddy th-tho muchâŚan..anâŚM allâŚw-wetâŚpwease, DaddyâŚâ
Daddy smiles, pulling the waistband of your soggy diaper. âI can see that, kiddo! Youâre Daddyâs little tinkle fountain!â
You wince, hating the infantile response to your adult request.
âN-not wi-wike da wet, DaddyâŚwikeâŚmmm⌠da other wet.â
You canât even ask like a big girl anymore.
But it doesnât matter, this isnât the time for pride. If being Daddyâs sweet princess will get you some big girl time, youâll do it.
âHmm,â Daddy ponders, sniffing the air, âDid you make a runny boom boom?â He prods at the seat of your diaper playfully.
Crinkles erupt as you squirm in embarrassment.
âDaddyyyyy! No poopieth! J-jusâŚIâŚwellâŚâ
âWell, what are you babbling about, sweet pea?â A sweet, innocent grin plastered on his face.
âI..I jus wa..wan Daddy l..like how m used tah get tah haves Daddy! M..miss him so much.â
Daddy boops your nose.
âBabygirl, youâre the most beautiful girl in the world, you know that?â
You perk up. âW-weally, Daddy?â
Daddyâs hand rests ever so gently on your diaper. You shudder in anticipation.
âOf course you are, kiddo! But I donât think youâre quite mature enough for that, yet. Youâre far too sweet and innocent for such things!â
Your body deflates like a popped balloon.
âB-bu am big girl, Daddy, pwomith!â
âNo, honey, youâre my silly babbly baby who has no need for such impure thoughts. Why else do you think Daddy only gives you binky kisses and plays with your hair?â
âD-don know, DaddyâŚâ
âWell, baby, it has been a long time since you were a big girl hasnât it? And youâve been so well behaved without any fun with your princess parts. You must be sooo needy by now, huh?â
Your eyes light up. âY-yeth, Daddy! T-tho tho needy for you! Good girl!â
âYes, kiddo. A very good girl, giving up all your fun for your diapies! Just like a good baby should. I think you deserve a treat. What do you think?â
Youâre practically bouncing with joy.
âYeth pwease, Daddy!! Pwease pwease pwease!â
Daddy sits up, smiling ear to ear.
âWhy donât you come rub your soggy diaper on my leg, honey? Show me how thankful you are to make some cummies for Daddy!â
Daddy doesnât have to tell you twice!
Youâve been so hopelessly denied for so long, even the prospect of humping your diaper on Daddyâs leg gets your diaper wet again.
âGood girl, just like that, babygirl. Make your crinkles for me. Prove how desperate you are to be a big girl.â
You straddle Daddyâs leg, positively vibrating in anticipation. Daddy grabs your waist, looking deep in your eyes.
âF-Fank you, Daddy,â you say before your hips start gyrating.
The effect is immediate.
You scream in pleasureâpleasure thatâs been denied for so long. It feels better than anything youâve ever felt in your life.
Nothing matters but the soggy mush squelching against your princess parts. You feel Daddy beneath it.
Daddy.
âD-dadddy!!!â
Twenty seconds after you start, a wave of ecstasy crashes over you. Unlike anything youâve ever experienced.
Pure bliss.
As the world slowly starts reformulating, you see Daddy smiling at you, eyes full of love.
âAwww, someone loves her diapies, donât they, Princess? Daddy loved your crinkle symphony, too! Youâre so adorable, little one!â
You try to catch your breath, a mix of embarrassment at your actions clash with the ecstasy of your orgasm.
âCâmon, babygirl. Letâs get you changed out of that icky diapie.â
Daddy wonât tell you, but itâs all going exactly according to plan. Youâll do anythingâanythingâfor that again. Even if it means going further and further into your second babyhood.
Tears glisten on her cheeks as she looks up at me, making no attempt to cover her diaper despite sitting on the bathroom floor.
I canât help but wonder whatâs going on in her head. Does she understandâtruly understandâhow radically her life is about to change?
Thereâs no coming back from this. Her status as Daddyâs pamper packer permanently cemented in place.
Iâll never forget the shock on her friendsâ faces as it happened. The moment they realized their friend belongs in diapers.
The best part? She begged for this. All she wanted was one night as a big girl. One night without diapers. One night dressed in the sexy, adult clothes she loved so much.
She insisted I was overreacting when I said she should be diapered. That her messy diapers were her choice.
Sometimes natural consequences are the best teacher.
So, I didnât make a fuss as she slipped on her pantiesâthe last pair sheâll ever wearâand her favorite little black dress.
After tonight, sheâll never wear anything like that ever again. And sheâll definitely never walk out of the house without a diaper again.
She managed to keep her panties clean longer than I expected. Not that it matters. She doesnât get credit for delaying the inevitable.
And it was inevitable.
She couldnât have chosen a more fitting way to announce she was a diaper girl: at a fancy restaurant, surrounded by her closest friends, in her favorite dress.
The juxtaposition of the whole thing was too perfect.
It happened shortly after the appetizers were served. Which, admittedly, was inconvenient because Iâd been looking forward to the burrata for days.
Her friends didnât pick up the subtle signs that trouble was brewing. Why would they? None of them have any children. They donât know the silly tells of a toddler about to have an accident.
But I do.
Except my âtoddlerâ is 27 and sitting next to me in the last black dress sheâll ever wear.
I silently enjoyed the drama unfolding before me, unnoticed by everyone else. It started with the subtle panic when the first urge hit her. Her eyes wide, body squirming.
Then came momentary relief with the urge passing. Her body relaxed thinking she was out of the woods.
It was adorable.
If she were actually an adult, sheâd know it was just the calm before the storm. But sheâs not.
It happened suddenly and violently. A loud toot exploded out of herâan unmistakable prelude to what followed.
Her friendsâaghast at this turn of eventsâstared at her in utter disbelief.
Nobody would question her need for diapers after this. Only someone who truly needed diapers would mess themselves in the middle of a restaurant.
She proved to herselfâand her friendsâthat her rightful place is in diapers. That she doesnât need me to be her husband.
She needs Daddy.
I will admit it was difficult to watch. Even though I knew this is who she was and that this was necessary step for my babygirl, it wasnât easy watching her face contort from terror to concentration as she pushed.
But I was powerless to stop it. All I could do was watch as her friends realized what was happening. Too stunned to even speak, silently watching their friend regress before their very eyes.
She whimpered all the way to the bathroom, but not uttering a single word the entire time I cleaned the mess off her and her dress, ensuring she no longer smelled like the baby she just became.
She didnât even resist as I grabbed a diaper from my bag and taped her into it. There was no point arguing anymore.
âD-daddy,â she finally whimpered, sitting on the bathroom floor, âC-can we go home, please? IâŚI donât want my f-friends to see me like thisâŚâ
âOh, honey,â I cooed, âWhy would we go home? Your friends finally know who you areâthe real you! You donât need to pretend youâre anything but Daddyâs pamper packer! You can finally be yourself.â
âB-but Daddy,â she whines, âItâŚitâs embarrassing! They all sawâŚsaw meâŚDaddy!â
I kneel down, embracing her. Poor thing. I hold her until her breathing calms, wiping her eyes dry.
âI know baby, I know. Everyone saw you making stinkies at the dinner table. And it wonât be the last time they see you squat down and make pushies, either. But tonight is the last time youâll ever be in public like this again, little one, so try to enjoy it!â
âW-what do you mean, Daddy?â
âOh, babygirl, look what youâre wearing! A sexy black dress, lace pantyhose, high heelsâŚdo you really think Iâll let you wear big girl clothes after this? I mean, that dress doesnât even cover your diaper! You need more appropriate clothes for someone in your position.â
âB-b-b-butâŚâ
âNo buts, baby. You donât need sexy, fashionable clothes anymore. You need functional clothing with snaps that allow easy access to your diaper for checks and changes.â
She whimpered but didnât argue.
âTight, form-fitting dresses will become cute, frilly dresses with Disney characters and onesies! Pantyhose will become knee socks to keep your toesies warm! And high heels will become Mary Janes!â
âBut I like myâ,â she starts.
âWhat did I just say, little one? No buts. Tonight is the last time youâll ever wear clothes like this. Why not enjoy it? Who cares if your diaper is obvious? Youâre a diaper girl! Youâll never be out of diapers again. So, why not walk out of this bathroom with your head held high?â
She sat in silence for a minute, deep in contemplation. She may not believe it, but sheâs never been more adorable than she is right now. Dressed in the clothes of her former life with a diaper drooping below.
Her past, present, and future all here in this restroom. And her best friends in the world are here for her as she transitions from adult to babygirl.
âO-okay, Daddy. Uppies!â
I help her up, kissing her cheek as I do.
âIâm proud of you, babygirl!â I say as we leave the bathroom, patting her diaper, âTime to start your new life!â
This caption is for @ellieabdl, a blushy little thing. I hope you enjoy it!
You sat there frozen in place, terror washing over you.
This canât be happening.
Pee trickled down your office chair, pooling on the floor. You just peed yourself. At work.
What were you going to do?
Just when you thought it couldnât get any worse, it does. She walked in, that same confident smile plastered on her face.
Nobody would have ever suspected Megan was a mere intern at the office. Despite being over ten years older than herâand her direct supervisorâyou were often confused for her intern by clients.
There was just something about her. You couldnât put your finger on it, but you felt the pressure her presence put on you.
Megan took one look at you, her eyes drifting down to the pool of your own pee, before walking straight toward you.
âUp,â she demanded. You obey. She inspects the damage, turning you around.
âDonât worry, youâre okay. Give me your phone, Iâll call your husband.â
Too shocked to argue, you hand her your phone.
âHiâŚno, this is Megan, Eleanorâs intern. Sheâs fine, well, kindaâŚno, no nothing serious! She justâŚwell she had a little accidentâŚoh, itâs not her first? Well that explains some thingsâŚgreat, weâll be waiting in her office.â
She turns to you, smiling. âYour husband is on the way with a change of clothes. Just sit here, okay? Iâll make sure everything gets cleaned up.â
The next twenty minutes were some of the most awkward in your life. Megan never left your office. Finally, your husband, Jason, walks in with a bag of spare clothes.
He hands you the bag and you open it. To your utter horror, a pull-up is sitting on top.
âEleanor,â Jason says calmly, âI think itâs time you wear some protection. This is starting to get out of hand.â
Before you can argue, Megan nods her head. âI agree, Eleanor. And Jason, Iâll be happy to help keep an eye on her. Make sure sheâs not leaking and changing on time.â
That was six months ago.
Six grueling, humiliating months.
Somehow your intern now walked into your office like you were her subordinate. She didnât knock. She just came in.
Megan walked straight over to you, telling you to stand up. And, no matter how much you wanted to argue, to stand up for yourself, you obeyed.
You let your internâover a decade younger than youâwalk into your office and check your pull-up. And if you were soggy, sheâd hand you another pull-up and tell you to go change.
And your pull-up was wet far more often than before. Needless to say, your confidence was shattered. Your performance and work was slipping.
Every day, Megan would report your pull-up usage to your husband. Each day their conversations got lighter, their laughter intensified.
You loathed Meganâs power over you. The way everything she did was so effortless. She was graceful; she was strong. Most of all, you hated the way you always obeyed her.
And then it happened.
You felt a sudden, devastating urge. You needed to get to the bathroom now or youâd mess your pull-up. You wouldnât let that happen.
You waddled as fast as you could without losing control to the bathroom. As you got to the bathroom door, you felt a sigh of relief.
You were going to make it.
Until Megan opened the door. âWhatâs the rush, Ellie?â
It was too late. Before you could take another stepâor even respondâyou were squatting down and filling your pull-up.
Megan watched the whole thing, eyes locked onto you.
âUh oh, did smelly Ellie make a stinky in her pull-up? I need to call your husband, we need to have a little chat about you.â
The next day, your husband insisted that he drives you to work over your objections. It was unusualâbut so was the thick diaper between your legs.
After yesterday, your husband decided youâll be in diapers until you can figure out your âpotty situation.â
To your surprise, your husband opened your car door and told you to follow him upstairs, offering his hand.
âW-what are you doing?â you ask meekly.
âYour boss is expecting us,â he says matter-of-factly.
Without another word, you follow your husband as he marched to your bosses office, hyper-aware of the crinkling of your diaper.
You stop dead in your tracks when you see her in your bosses office. That same confident grin you hated so much.
Megan greets your husband like an old friend before everyone sits.
âWhatâs this all about?â your boss asks.
Without hesitation, Megan starts, âAbout my promotion, sir. Ellie is no longer qualified for her position, though Iâm not sure she ever was.â
You look at her stunned. You move to stand up, but your husbandâs hand prevents it. âNo, Ellie,â he whispers to you.
Your husband turns to your boss. âEllie is here to resign. Itâs for the best. Sheâs clearly overwhelmed by this job and Megan is far better suited for the position.â
Your boss looks at you and Megan. His confusion gives way to a smile.
âWell, this certainly saves an awkward conversation. Megan is someone our company cannot afford to lose. And Eleanorâs performance has been, well, dreadful lately.â
âThank you, sir. Iâm happy to take over her position immediately,â Megan grins, âThis is a win-win for everyone.â
Your boss nods. âButâŚmay I ask why?â
Your husband answers for you. âEllie isnât made for the corporate world. She needs a slower pace in life. If sheâs too immature to keep her pants clean, sheâs definitely too immature to be a Senior Vice President!â
âSo itâs true?â your boss asks, âI try not to be involved in office gossip, but it was all everyone could talk about yesterday.â
âYep!â Megan answers, âEllie had an oopsie-daisy in her pull-up yesterday. So we decided it was best for her toâŚmove to a position more suited for her.â
âWell, that settles it,â your boss says standing up, signifying the end of the meeting, âStick around Megan, I want to talk to you about your job after I walk EleanâEllieâout.â
On the drive home, your husband explained exactly what your ânew positionâ would be.
âEllie, I love you. Iâll always love you. But things are going to change. You were never cut out for all this. I see that now. It was selfish of me to even let you try.â
You open your mouth to argue.
âNo sweetie, just listen. Youâre not like Megan. She may be 12 years younger than you, but sheâs already everything youâre not. Sheâs smart, confident, and capable. I mean, she did take your job in six monthsâstarting as in intern!â
âAnd what did you do while she did that? You went back to diapers. While she was taking your job, you were filling your pampers. So, if youâre going to act like a baby, then youâll be treated like one.â
âI-Iâm not a baby, it was just stress! I..â
âOh, youâre not? Letâs see, Ellie. Babies need diapersâand so do you. Babies donât have jobsâand neither do you. Babies cry when theyâre upset or have an accidentâand so do you. So what does that make you?â
You feel your diaper grow warm.
âIâll help you out. It makes you a baby. And what do babies need, hmm? Caregivers! Babies need Daddies! And so do you.â
Your eyes grow wide.
âSo from now on, Iâm not your husband. Iâm your Daddy. And your only jobânow that youâre unemployedâis to be Daddyâs little angel. You donât need to worry about a single thing anymore.â
Your husbandâwell, Daddy nowâtook his new role seriously. The guest room slowly transformed into a nursery. Complete with changing table, crib, and toys.
So many toys.
You found yourself losing more adult privileges every day, slipping more into the world of your second babyhood.
Your bedtime was no 7:30. You took a nap at noon every day. Your meals were served in a high chairâand never with any utensils. Your movies and tv shows were never rated above PG.
More troubling, you could swear you heard someone else in the house after Daddy put you to bed. But no matter how many times you asked, Daddy just laughed.
âDonât worry about the adults, Ellie-welly, babies like you should be in dreamland!â
Which brings us to today.
It started like any other. Well, since your Daddy sent you back to babyhood. Daddy woke you up, changed your diaper with plenty of tummy tickles and raspberries. You ate your oatmeal in your highchair. You made your mid-morning stinky. And Daddy put you down for your nap.
All standard stuff.
You were laying on your bed, coloring and watching Bluey when it happened.
âHi Daâ!â you started, before realizing it wasnât Daddy.
It was Megan.
âHiya, Ellie!â Megan cooed, âAwwww, are you coloring for Daddy? Are you staying in the lines or is that still too much for you?â
âWha-what are you doing here?â you whimper.
âWell, someone needs to watch Daddyâs little stinker while he runs errands. Babies canât change their own diapers, silly!â
Megan reaches down and checks your diaper. âNot too wet, yet, Ellie-belly!â
You whimper like a scared baby who misses her Daddy.
Because thatâs what you are.
âI canât believe it,â Megan scoffs, âI knew you were pathetic when you hired me, but I didnât know you were this pathetic. I mean, arenât you like 33? Look at you! In a soggy diaper coloring on a workday?â
You look at Megan. Sheâs so beautiful, so sexy in a way you could never be. Not in thick, soggy diapers.
âAnd this room? I canât. Well, nursery, is the better word. You even have a changing table! And look how many diapers! Isnât it embarrassing to know youâre going to fill every single one up?â
âOr do you even care? I mean, Iâd never let myself be some pamper packer while his Daddy is out fucking reânever mind.â
Despite your overwhelming humiliation, you canât help yourself. âD-doing what?â
âOh, honey, you donât know? Did Daddy not tell you? Well, it does make sense, why would a Daddy tell a baby who heâs fucking? WaitâŚhave you not even wondered? Are you THAT much of a baby you donât even think of sex anymore?â
Sheâs lying. She had to be.
You blush violently, dreading the truth. You hadnât had sex since the day you were fired. But that was just because Daddy was adjusting! Surely.
âEllie, your Daddy needs a womanânot some baby in diapers. You understand that, right? Look at me. Iâm everything your Daddy wants. I have a job. Iâm potty trained. Iâm mature. Youâre none of those things.â
You want to yell, to scream at Megan. But the look in her eyeâthe menaceâshuts you down.
Thereâs no point in trying. Sheâs in control. Youâll never be able to beat her. Sheâs right. Sheâs everything youâre not.
âNow, little one, letâs find something to do before your Daddy gets home. I think itâs good for us to bond in our new roles.â
âN-new roles?â you stutter.
She just laughs. âDonât you worry your silly little head, Ellie-welly, Iâm sure youâll figure it all out one day.â
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
You should have seen her face light up when I told her she could wear her old clothes tonight! She practically exploded in happiness.
And that was before I told her she could wear pull-ups instead of her usual thick, crinkly diapers.
It was adorable.
After being nothing but a cutie patootie for so long, Iâm sure the chance to be sexy is just so exciting.
But thatâs the thing.
She didnât think things through.
I did.
Sure, sheâll turn heads tonight from plenty of boys. And rightfully soâshe is beautiful.
Except most girls donât have a Daddy. And they definitely donât wear diapers.
Most girls get to have sex whenever they want with whomever they want.
She is not like most girls.
Sex for her is when she humps her stuffy in a soggyâand often messyâdiaper. And only when sheâs been a good girl.
I wonder when it will click for her tonight. When she realizes all the attention sheâll get is nothing more than foolâs gold.
Because it doesnât matter how beautiful she is. It doesnât matter how many heads she turns tonight.
Sheâll still be just a silly little pamper packer.
The boys checking her out donât see the soggy pull-up under her skirt. They donât know that she has a bedtime. And they definitely donât know sheâs only allowed to have sex with her stuffies.
Sheâs playing make-believe tonight.
They donât know sheâs Daddyâs diaper girl. And sheâs right where she belongs.
Once she knows you need your diapers to make squirties, the best thing you can hope for is that she'll still include you in her sex life in one way or another! You can learn how to fluff her bull to get him nice and hard for her tight pussy that you'll never feel again!
âSo youâre really gonna stand there in a clearly poopy diaper and tell me youâre still a big girl?â
It was one thing when Daddy gave you this look. Itâs the look you get every time you say youâre a big girl. He knows better.
But she wasnât Daddy, she was your best friend. Was being the key word. Because sheâs not here as your best friend. Sheâs here as your babysitter.
âSweetie, I gave you the benefit of the doubt when your boyfriend asked me to babysit you. I thought it was a joke. I gave you the benefit of the doubt when I saw you laying there in your diaper watching Bluey.â
âBut seeing you squat down behind the couch and poop yourself like a toddler? You need your diapers, don't you? This isnât a game, is it? He didnât ask me to watch you to embarrass you, he asked because you need someone to change your stinky diapers!â
âAnd then you have the audacity to say youâre a âbig girl?â Like really? You had me fooled, Iâll give you that much. But now I see you for what you actually are, sweetie. No wonder heâs been flirting with me so much. He doesnât have a girlfriend, he has a needy toddler. All the rules he gave make so much sense now.â
You look up at her, fidgeting in your cold diaper. You want to argue your case, argue that you are a big girl. But more than anything, you want your paci. And Daddy. You feel the tears welling in your eyes.
âOh no, donât cry, sweetie! Iâm sure itâs hard knowing youâre nothing more than a needy toddler in my eyes now, knowing youâll soon be laying on the floor as I wipe your stinkies, but Iâm still your friend! Itâs justâŚthings will be different from now on.â
âObviously I canât take a toddler to the club or go out and get wasted, but Iâm sure we can still hang out! Next time Iâll know to bring someâŚage appropriate games and movies for you! Maybe our other friends can come and babysit! Would you like that?â
All you could do was cry as she gently pushed you down onto your changing mat. Every time she ripped a diaper tab feeling like a physical blow.
Thereâs no coming back from this. By the time she leaves, everyone will know about your diapersâand that you need them. This isnât a game you played with Daddy anymore.
Iâve gotta hand it to you babe, no man has ever satisfied me like you.
What do mean âweâve never had sex?â We have sex ALL the time! Well how do you expect to have âregularâ sex when youâre not a regular guy? Does a regular guy wear diapers? I didnât think so. Regular guys have control over their bladders.
So why do you expect to have regular sex? You think I want to fuck you after your penis marinates in pee all day, every day inside your diaper? No.
Iâll never take off your diaper to have âregularâ sex. Youâll never cum anywhere outside your diapers. Itâs time you accepted that.
Your job is to make me feel good. You do that in more ways than you think, babe. You do it every time you helplessly cum in your diaper whenever you see me in my underwear. Do you know how much confidence that gives me?
You do it every time you eat me out. Youâre so enthusiastic and talented in a way only someone as desperate as you can be. All for the promise of a 30 second diaper rub.
And what about the times I put a strap on over your diaper and let you fuck me? You get to act like a real man. You get to see me in ways only real men see. Is that not enough for you?
And what about your favorite cummies? When youâve been a truly good boy? You get to hump your wet diaper right on top of me, just like a regular man would. You get to pretend your warm, wet diaper is just like being inside me! And you donât have to feel bad when you cum so fast!
What more can an incontinent diaper boy like you ask for?
You look up at her, desperate to see more, nodding enthusiastically.
âGosh youâre sweet! I absolutely adore when the little ones I babysit have a crush on me. Look at you getting lost in your fantasy. Imagining I was in your room for something very different.â
Her gaze never leaves yours as she kneels down and pats your soggy diaper.
âAnd there it is! The moment Iâve been waiting for. That look right here!â
She boops your nose playfully.
âDid you just remember your place? The position youâre in? Did the bubble burst, cutie?â
âYou have no idea how enjoyable this is for me, honey. I love watching the hope fade from your eyes as you remember you belong right here on this changing table.â
You squirm at her words, fearing whatâs coming next.
âYouâre a pamper packer. Iâm a babysitterâyour babysitter. Do you see the problem little one?â
She giggles like you told her the sweetest thing in the world.
âI see you for what you are. A helpless, sexless, diaper-dependent baby. And somehow you thought you had a chance with me?â
She grabs your next diaper, showing it to you.
âThis is where you belong. In a diaper. This diaper. On your back waiting to be changed. Helpless. Pathetic. Sex should be the last thing on your mind.â
She laughs again, crushing the last vestige of your dignity.
âItâs funny. Your Mommy is probably on her back right now too. I saw that little red dress she was wearing. She looked stunning.â
You whimper pathetically.
âI think itâs got a nice symmetry to it. Both of you on your back. Except one is living an adult life and the otherâyou, cutie!âis getting a fresh diapie!â
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
âWhatâs the matter, baby? Itâs really early.â She reaches up and flicks on the light. âAre you okay? Did you have a bad dream?â
He shakes his head on the pillow, eyes still sleepy.
âCan I check your diaper?â
He shakes his head ânoâ and turns his face towards the pillow, sinking into the bed.
âWhatâs the matter? What are you trying to hide from me?â She pulls herself up onto her elbows. Her hair falls onto his shoulders as she hovers above him. âYou didnât leak on the bed again, did you?â
He shakes his head again.
âOkay, thatâs enough. You arenât being very helpful. And I donât know why Iâm asking you, anyway.â Her warm hands snake his shirt up to where his arms are crossed under the covers and then down his pajama pants. Sheâs right above him and he can hear her breathing, and every so often feel her warm body against his as she squeezes his padding.
Without speaking, she sits up, pulling away from him, and rips off the sheets and blankets, throwing them onto the floor.
âItâs coldâŚâ he whines.
She climbs over him, spreading out his legs so that she can kneel between his knees, and pulls down his pants. The tapes of his diaper rip open.
âOh, baby, this isnât pee. Youâre all sticky in here.â
He crosses his arms over his face.
âIs this from when you got all worked up last night? I know you didnât hump your diaper. You couldnât have, you fell asleep before I did. Did you leak when you were sleeping?â
âI donât knowâŚâ
âIt looks like you did. Iâll go get a washcloth and get you cleaned up.â
âBaby, youâre peeing on me.â She gently shook him awake.
âWhatâs that?â
âYou just peed all over me and on the couch, too.â
âOhâŚI didnât thinkâŚI had a funny dream but I didnât thinkâŚâ
âItâs a good thing I put a plastic covering down,â she said, standing up and lifting him up with her. âI knew this might happen since you wet the bed during your nap last weekâŚâ
âI didnât thinkâŚI have a pull-up onâŚâ
She adjusted him on her hip. âIt wasnât really up to the challenge, was it? I think you totally emptied your bladder.â
âI didnât meanâŚI didnâtâŚâ
âShh, shh. Itâs not your fault, honey. Letâs go get out of these clothes and start the laundry.â
They made it to the laundry room and she let him down and started to strip off her pants. âOh, you even got it on my shirtâŚâ
âI didnâtâŚâ he started to cry softly, chewing on his finger.
âOh, baby. Iâm not mad at you.â She undid his pants and eased them down slowly. The wet denim felt scratchy on his thighs.
She unbuttoned his shirt and threw that in, too. âSee, itâs all going to be okay. Iâm going to get you in the shower and then youâll get a new diaper and everything will be okay.â
She led him to the bathroom and took off his soaked pull-up. âThat is soo much pee. At least I know youâre drinking enough water.â He shifted uncomfortably as she dropped it in the diaper pail. She crossed to the shower and turned the tap on, waiting for it to warm up before switching it to the shower head.
âStep in, honey. Mommyâs going to get you clean.â
He hesitated. âIâm not going to shower with Mommy?â
âNo, baby, you go first. Iâll shower after you, okay?â
âOkayâŚâ He stepped into the shower and she lathered her hands with soap, standing just outside with the curtain ajar. She spent a long time washing his privates and bottom, instructing him to turn around so that she didnât miss anything. Then she gave him a quick scrub and rinse all over and went to get him a towel.
âThere, all clean. Letâs go to the bedroom.â She guided him down the hallway and laid another towel out on his changing mat. âLie down right there while Mommy showers.â He opened his legs automatically as soon as he laid down, like he was expecting a change.
âAww, youâre so cute. You know whatâŚStay just like that until I come back, okay?â She turned out the light and left him in the dark room. A second later he heard the shower running again.
She came back and switched on the light. She just had a towel wrapped around her waist. She started rummaging through her dresser, humming. He was starting to get cold and shivery on the floor.
âYou are sooo patient,â she said, pulling on a pair of pajama pants and an old tshirt. âLook at you.â She opened the bottom drawer of the dresser, the special drawer, and procured lotion and a big diaper.
âI donât need that, right?â he said timidly as she knelt down, diaper in hand.
âBaby. What planet are you living on? You just peed all over both of us. You definitely need this.â She fluffed the diaper and he wiggled on the mat.
âI donât need that. Thatâs too big. Itâs going to be all bulky, andâŚand Iâm notâŚI donât needâŚâ
âItâs this or a pull-up, honey. And it seems like pull-ups arenât really up to the cut anymore.â
She started to rub lotion on him and he started to whine.
âWhat has gotten into you? Itâs not like you havenât had one of these before. You had to wear them for a couple days on the road trip. And remember when you had a messy accident and I had toâŚâ
âNoâŚ.â he whined.
âOh, I get it. Did somebody make fun of you again?â
He stared at the ceiling for a moment, and then nodded.
âWas it Joanâs boyfriend?â
He nodded again, rubbing his hands across his face.
âIâll tell you a secret. Joanâs boyfriend has to wear these every night. He probably just felt insecure.â
âItâs not the sameâŚI had to have it during the day.â
âRight, because you went poop in your pants. And because I know you, and you can never make it all the way to the rest stops when we go for a long drive. Itâs okay, honey. Itâs just Mommy here. Lift up your butt for me. There you go.â She taped him up and pulled him into a sitting position.
âMommy,â he said really quietly, and she pulled him towards her. âI like it.â
âI know, baby, I know you like it. Is that why you were really scared?â
He nodded.
âItâs okay. Itâs not a big deal. Lots of people like all kinds of weird things.â She rocked him a little bit.
âI donât want to get rocked right now.â
âOkay, just a hug?â
âUh-huh.â Pause. âMommyâŚ?â
âYes?â
âCan I mess in this one later? Just this one time.â
âItâs always okay to mess in a big diaper, baby, just not a pull-up. But if you do, Mommyâs going to change you into another big diaper and you wonât see the pull-ups again for a while.â
âI want that.â
âOkay, baby, whatever you want. That might also mean more spankings, too. And no toilet. No, not even in public. If you want to be a no-control little baby youâre going to be a no-control little baby. You canât just get away with everything.â She stood up, carrying him with her again. âLetâs go get the couch cleaned up and then weâll get you dressed and go out to get some food. I want to get that taken care with before I have a stinky baby on my hands.â