SimplyRiley

“Hey wimp, your mommy asked me to cuckysit you! Wow, I remember you used to pick on me in school for being a nerdy skinny schoolgirl, but look at how things have changed haha! Now you’re a nerdy skinny schoolgirl, actually no, you’re even worse!! You’re a pathetic little babygirl aren’t you?? Awwwww don’t cry and pout, cmon admit it! Admit im manlier than you! Say it loser! Say: im a wittle babygirl!

Awwwwww good job!!!! Such a good little babyyy!!! Awww dont cry, i can tell you’re enjoying this, your little babygirl nub is showing through thay diaper. in fact, take off that thick padded diaper for me and show me it!!! Come on loser, obey me! Im obviously way stronger and manlier than you, you dont want me to pick you up and rip that diaper off myself do you? That’s what i thought, good girl!!

Oh my god….. thats what you’re packing????? No wonder your mommy dresses you like a babygirl, that’s not even bigger than my clit! And wow, complete clean shave down there huh? Well usually that would make it look bigger but… well… its already way too fucking small hahaha!!!! Are you jealous that i have more hair down there than you? Do you miss being a big stwong boy???? Hahahhaha pathetic, you obviously don’t otherwise ur wittle baby nub wouldn’t be twitching like that!!! Strap that diaper back on before you make a little squirtie all over!!

Good girl, gosh that diaper is full, i wish I didn’t ask you to open it now, not only did i have to see that pathetic little dick of yours but now the whole room smells like your disgusting piss soaked diaper, gross!!!! And on top of that your little clitty is still hard in there, yuck!! I bet if i pressed my foot on your diaper you’d squirt that babygirl load in there wouldn’t you? Should we test it???

*SQUISH SQUISH*

Oh my god its so squishy ewwwwww!!!!! Oh my god your face!! You’re gonna cum arent yo-

*🍼💦SPLURT SPLURT SPLURT SPLURT💦🍼*

Ewwwwwww gross!!!! You came in your piss soaked diaper, thats so disgusting!!! You’re such a little freak!!!

Well your mommy did tell me I actually wasn’t allowed to let you cum… whoopsie! We need to get rid of the evidence, cmon little sissy, take that diaper off

What are you doing!?? No we’re not throwing that diaper away, thats not what i meant when i said we had to get rid of the evidence, here let me scoop it all up, this is going in your little baba babygirl!!

Good, thats all the cummies you made, now you’re gonna have to drink this up before your mommy gets home or else I’ll tell her you disobeyed me and rubbed your diapers to my pretty muscles, understand? And oh, before i forget, your mommy left me with a little treat for you!!!! She said your daddy made it hihi! So come on, drink them both up slut! I know your cummies are probably yucky and icky, but your daddy’s alpha cum is full of protein! Maybe if you drink enough of it you’ll become big and strong again like me!!!!

"bad news bestie, my boyfriend found out about you and he's super pissed because he thinks you're dating me. i tried to tell him you're just my boy bestie and i would never ever romantically do anything with you, especially cause of your tiny dick, but he still didn't believe me. he's on his way here now to beat you up! i think the only way to save you is to get you dressed up like a sissy baby so that when he sees you, he knows you're not a threat to him, doesn't that sound good?"

"so come on, let's get you all dolled up, you need to look super prissy and cute, like a widdle sissy pwincess hihi! look, i got you these princess diapers, and a cutesy little silky sissy dress, come on put it all on!!!"

"oh my God you look totally adorable, this looks much better on you than those man clothes, i think we should throw all that ugly stuff away and dress you like this from now on!!"

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"oh i think he's here sissy hihi, lemme go get him so he can see what a sissy you are!"

"OMG LOOK AT YOU!!!!"

"hihi surprised to see your ex girlfriend sissy? yeah i made all that stuff up about my boyfriend, he doesn't know about you, i just needed an excuse to dress you up so i can humiliate you in front of your ex girlfriend"

"doesn't he look so cuteeeee!!!"

"omg yes, it suits him so much. you're finally wearing clothes suited for a little baby dicked loser!"

"oh my god is he crying!?!"

"OMG HAHA I think he is!!!! awwwwww does the wittle baby need to cwy because we're humiliating you? awwwwww"

"omg look!!! you can see his little baby boner poking through his princess diapers!! he's literally crying and getting excited from our humiliation at the same time!"

"omg ewww he's such a pathetic sissy!"

*PFFFFRRRRRLLLLBBBBTTT*

"uhm what the fuck"

"ew did he just..."

"turn around right now sissy!"

"OMG YUCK!"

"EWWW GROSS, YOU POOPED IN YOUR DIAPER!!!!"

"ugh yuck, it stinks so bad!!!"

"it really does, you're such a gross little loser!!"

*SPURT SPURT SPURT*

"omg did he just..."

"i think he did...."

"he just came in his stinky poopy diaper, dressed like a sissy baby princess, while we're humiliating him"

Toni’s tummy fluttered as he stepped into the voting booth, his hand trembling slightly as Mommy guided him. Her presence was calming, but his nerves were still on edge. His thick diaper crinkled softly beneath his pants with every movement, a constant reminder of who was really in charge. Mommy stood behind him, watching carefully as he looked at the ballot in front of him. “Go ahead, baby,” she whispered softly, her voice sweet but firm. “Vote for the matriarchy, just like we talked about.” His heart pounded as he hesitated for a moment, his fingers shaking as he made the mark under Mommy’s watchful gaze. She smiled approvingly, reaching down to give his padded bottom a gentle pat. With the ballot cast, Mommy leaned in, brushing his cheek with a kiss. “Such a good boy,” she cooed, her hand lingering on his lower back as they stepped out of the booth. But just as they exited the privacy of the voting station, Toni felt Mommy’s hand tugging at the waistband of his pants.

“Mommy…” he began, his face flushing a deep red as she pulled his pants down without a second thought. The cool air rushed over his legs, exposing his diaper in full view of everyone around them. His pants dropped to the floor, leaving his thick, crinkly Pampers completely on display. He instinctively reached down to pull his pants back up, but Mommy stopped him with a gentle touch, shaking her head. “Oh, no, sweetie,” she said with a teasing smirk. “You won’t need these anymore.” Toni’s eyes widened as Mommy scooped up his pants and tucked them away into her bag, leaving him standing there in just his diaper and shirt, which barely covered the waistband. His face burned with embarrassment as people around them glanced his way, some giggling quietly while others smirked knowingly. He tried to tug his shirt down, but it did little to hide the colorful, cartoon-decorated diaper beneath it.

Bending down, she peeled the backing off the "I Voted" sticker and, with a playful smirk, pressed it right onto the front of his thick, crinkly diaper. "There we go," she said, standing back to admire her work. "Everyone should know what a good little boy you are.“ Toni’s face turned bright red as they began to leave the polling station. His diaper was completely exposed, the "I Voted" sticker plastered on the front, as if to announce to the world that not only had he voted, but he’d done so in full baby attire. His tummy fluttered even more as women passing by smiled knowingly, their eyes lingering just a little too long on the sticker and the thick padding below it. "Such a good boy," one of the women remarked with a grin, giving Mommy a nod of approval.

Toni swallowed hard, unsure if he should feel embarrassed or proud. Mommy seemed thrilled, walking beside him with her arm protectively wrapped around his shoulders, occasionally giving his padded bottom a pat. But it wasn’t all smiles. Some men glared at him as he passed, their eyes full of disdain.

“Traitor,” one man muttered under his breath, shaking his head as he walked by. Toni’s heart sank, but before he could say anything, Mommy stopped and turned toward him. “Don’t pay them any mind, sweetheart,” she said, her voice firm but kind. "When the results are in, those men will be back in diapers just like you. They’ll see soon enough that Mommy knows best."

Lisa lies on the changing table, her legs spread wide and her thick diaper snugly secured around her. The pastel designs on the front are still visible—for now. Mommy stands over her, smiling down with that mixture of adoration and teasing that always makes Lisa squirm. The soft hum of the vibrator hidden in Lisa’s diaper fills the air, low and steady, sending teasing vibrations through the thick padding.

“Look at my little princess,” Mommy coos, her tone dripping with playful mockery. “All snug in her nappy, and already wriggling so much. Can’t even hold still for Mommy, can you?” Lisa whimpers softly, gripping the sides of the table. Her body reacts despite herself, her hips shifting slightly in response to the persistent buzz between her legs. The crinkling sound of her diaper is loud and unmissable, a reminder of exactly where she is—and what she’s become.

Mommy leans closer, resting her hand lightly on the front of Lisa’s diaper. The vibrations travel through the padding, into Mommy’s palm, and her grin widens as she presses down just a little. “That’s it,” Mommy murmurs, her voice almost a purr. “Let it happen, baby. Just let go for Mommy.”

And then, Lisa feels it. The last shred of control slips away, and warmth begins to spread through her diaper. It’s sudden, unstoppable, and utterly humiliating. Lisa gasps, her face turning bright red as the wetness saturates the padding. Mommy freezes for a moment, feeling the unmistakable heat beneath her hand. Slowly, her grin deepens. “Oh, my,” she says, her voice dripping with mock surprise. “Did my little girl just go pee-pee in her nappy? Right here, right now?”

Lisa whimpers, too embarrassed to respond, but that only seems to encourage Mommy. She presses her hand firmly against the soggy diaper, squeezing the warm, squishy padding. “That’s what I thought,” Mommy teases, her tone now both proud and condescending. “You couldn’t hold it, could you? My little one doesn’t even try anymore. You’ve given up all your potty training… all for Mommy.”

Lisa squirms, her body trembling beneath Mommy’s hand. The teasing, the warmth, the relentless buzzing—it’s too much.

“That’s a good baby,” Mommy whispers, leaning down to kiss Lisa’s forehead. “Now, let’s see just how much more my little princess can handle.”

Both of you were fighting to maintain control. To minimize any outward signs of your inner turmoil. One of you was doing better than the other.

The urge hit you suddenly, with an intensity that shook you to your core. You had to go now. You were used to bladder urges, sure, but this was a new, terrifying urge. You fought the urge with every ounce of strength you had.

You desperately fought to avoid displaying all the tell-tale signs of a toddler who is about to fill their diaper. You wouldn't let yourself squirm in discomfort. Or let your face grow red, hands balled in fists, as you squat down, pitifully grunting with the effort to fill the back of your diaper.

You would not mess your diaper. Not here, not in front of her and all her friends.

She fought to keep the look on her face as innocent as possible. To not show you how much she's enjoying this. She's enjoying this because she orchestrated it. She was the one who slipped the laxatives into your smoothie before you left for the bar.

She was tired of keeping your incontinence a secret. Tired of you forcing her to leave parties early because you needed to change your diaper. Tired of not going to beach days or pool parties because you were scared someone would notice your diaper.

She was tired of waiting for you to grow up and admit it. She was dating you, so why were so worried about her friends? Wasn't her love and support enough? Who cares what anyone else thinks?

She didn't want to break your trust, though. So she decided to force your body make the announcement. Even if that meant outing you as more than just urinary incontinent. She was doing it for you. You'll be free once its out in the open.

She watched the growing panic on your face. It was subtle, but then again she knew what was happening. She watched you fight it for a few minutes, foolishly believing you could hold it. She fought the urge to smile as she saw your eyes go wide in terror, realizing that your battle was lost.

She couldn't help but think how cute you were right now. How you tried to make a dash to the bathroom but only made it two steps. Your sudden movement attracting her friends' attention. How your body forced itself into a squat, your diaper visibly expanding to accommodate your load.

She wasn't hiding her smile anymore as she walked up to you. "Uh oh, looks like someone had an accident in his diaper, let's go get you changed honey."

As you waddled off, she turned to her friends, "don't worry girls, we'll explain everything once I get him in a clean diaper."

"Alright sweetheart, you're in timeout - from now on, I don't want to hear a single sound from you."

"Wha- " it wasn't fair. But before I could protest, Beth pressed her index finger above my mouth and gave me a stern look.

"You promised to be on your best behavior, remember?" With a swift motion she tapped my cheek and grabbed the pacifier gag out of my diaper bag. "Open wiiide!"

I complied. What choice did I have? I was strapped into my booster seat, wearing nothing but colorful wool tights, a onesie and my locking mittens. Oh, and of course the extra thick nighttime diaper that I was put in before we started our drive. Which I thought was the reason that we exited that endless stretch of a highway. Of course, I'd never admit that the stench was coming from me, but as I had not yet been able to come up with a scapegoat to blame it on, I assumed that Beth and Pops knew that I was in dire need of a change. So to get to the point, the noise cancelling headphones that Beth now pulled out of the door pocket were kind of confusing considering that she still had not unbuckled me from my containment. Especially since there wasn't really a reason not to change me - I had not begged for a change, I had not gotten on anyones nerves by asking "are we there yet" every other minute and I (albeit for the lack of ability with those stupid mittens) had not thrown with little pretzels to get some attention.

"mmmghh" I protested. But Beth had already placed the headphones on my ears and gave me an indistinct smirk. What was she up to?

The car shook when she slammed the door shut. Pops had gotten out of the drivers seat and walked out of my field of view as well. What were they trying to do? We were in a little parking lot in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowwhere. No gas station to buy snacks or bad coffee from, not even a lit path to take a quick stroll to wake up, it was literally just a pitch black empty parking lot.

The headphones began to play music.

Itsy bitsy spider, went down the water sprout.

Come on. I was so happy that I was allowed to listen to the radio with them instead of this crap.

Suddenly, I felt a cold breeze coming from behind me. The trunk? Maybe I'd get a change after all. Although I'd have to admit that the diaper bag that was still sitting next to me was not really a strong indication that my caregivers were going to prepare my change in the trunk.

As a small jump went through pops SUV, it dawned upon me. Oh oh. With another slight breeze, the boot lid was shut again. Those stupid big sidewalls of the booster seat and the tight straps that were still securing me very effectively kept me from taking a peek and seeing what was going on back there. But I didn't need to. Those small little stomps that went through the car were enough to tell that Pops and Beth were both climbing around in that spacious trunk. Not too long ago, I'd have been in Beths place actually. You may not believe it, but I wasn't always a diapersoiling little brat. But things had changed 'round here.

As the worn out shocks from the car started to replicate the rhythmic movements in the trunk, the little lady in the headphones started to sing the next song.

The wheels on the bus go 'round and 'round, 'round and 'round, 'round and 'round...

Damn, that was a new low. My crotch started to get tingly as I thought about the times when I'd be the one to get railed in some abandoned parking lot. How I'd bend over and get into very demeaning postures. I had always had a thing for humiliating myself. Of course, the humiliation of getting fucked in the back of a car and continuing the drive while Pops sperm was oozing out of me and into my panties was quite a bit less humiliating than being strapped into a booster seat in a completely wrecked diaper while the vibrations from my daddys new girlfriend were teasing me through the swollen padding pressing against my crotch.

Oh god.

A, B, C, D, E, F, G

H, I, J, K elemenopee

I let out a sharp sigh as the next song came on. How do they always crank it up a notch? The worst thing was, I couldn't even say that I wasn't enjoying it. Of course, while sitting an arms length away from the two love bunnies, I didn't dare to grind the mushy mess between my legs against that crotch belt, but I knew that this would be food for quite a few rustly nights while Beth and Pops were asleep.

By now, they had found their rhythm. The way the car replicated it was almost comical. Yet, with the peefilled diaper and the - ehem - contents in the back, I was getting worked up even more. Not enough to cum of course, but definitely enough so that if I didn't get a change before we continued the drive, I wouldn't be able to ever calm down with the roads vibrations. I suckled more on the pacifier to calm me down a bit. Getting all riled up wasn't going to do anything besides frustrating me.

It felt like ages until they were done, although it probably only took four or five of these highpitched annoying songs.

Finally, Pops face appeared on the window next to me. After he took off my headphones, he unbuckled me and helped me out of my car seat.

Before I was lifted into the boot, I saw the remains of their little session. Beths bra was still dangling from the headrest and next to the big changing mat that was spread out over the whole trunk, a very full condom proved that I wasn't the only one who urgently needed this little stop. Beth, who had been eyeing daddy and me while he carried me to the trunk, gave me a wink and took another big drag from her cigarette.

With an audible quelch, daddy laid me onto the changing mat and started to get to work.

"Oh, looks like someone still remembers our little adventures in the trunk, huh?" Of course he couldn't let my throbbing vulva uncommented. With my pacifier gag still in, I could only nod and hum in agreement, causing Beth to laugh bright as a bell about my obvious desperation. She handed Pops the wipes: "Come on, let's get us going. You're the one who gave her all of that fruit juice, don't expect me to help with this mess."

After a very thorough clean up, Pops placed the new nappy beneath me. Beth, who had finished her cigarette in the mean time, handed him two stuffers. "Let's just pimp this diaper a bit so we can send her straight to bed when we get home."

To my despair, Pops nodded. Of course, practicality was always a big plus for him.

"Hold on!" Beth intervened another time. "We totally forgot to get that poor thing a bit of pleasure as well - make way" she ordered. With big eyes, I followed her movements.

She grabbed the used condom, untied it and poured its plenty contents all over my princess parts. She really knew how to crown the scene.

By the time she pulled my tights over my now not so freshly diapered bum, Pops had already returned from the trash can and got into the drivers seat. While Beth pulled the seat belt extra tight to spread that sticky goo around in my crotch, daddy started the engine of the suv.

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The door creaks open, and Rebecca steps into your room, her presence filling the small space with an energy that makes your stomach flutter. You freeze, your face already burning, as her gaze lands on you—lying on the bed in nothing but one of the babyish diapers she picked out for you. The pastel-colored prints on the waistband seem louder than ever, drawing her attention like a beacon.

"Well, well," she says, her voice dripping with amusement as she closes the door behind her. Her lips curl into a grin, and you swear you can see a glint of satisfaction in her eyes. "Look at my little one, all cozy and... helpless."

You squirm, instinctively pulling the blanket up, but she’s too quick. With a playful tug, she whisks it away, exposing you fully. "Ah, ah," she teases, wagging a finger at you. "No hiding now."

You can feel the heat radiating from your cheeks as you struggle to meet her gaze. Rebecca steps closer, her confident stride and the sway of her hips making your heart race. She stops at the edge of the bed, looking down at you like a queen surveying her subject.

“Aw, don’t be shy,” she coos, crouching down so she’s at eye level with you. Her fingers brush against the crinkling waistband of your diaper, tracing the patterns with an infuriating slowness. "You’ve been such a good baby for me, haven’t you? Wearing these... needing these."

Her words hit like a hammer, each one driving home your humiliation—and her delight. Her hand presses gently against the front of the diaper, the padded surface yielding under her touch. You let out a small, involuntary gasp, which only makes her smile widen.

"That’s it," she murmurs, her voice softer now but no less commanding. "See? This is where you belong. Right here, in your cute little nappies, just the way I like you."

She leans in, her breath warm against your ear. "You’re mine," she whispers, her hand still rubbing slow circles on the front of your diaper. "And you know it."

Your breath catches in your throat as she pulls back, her cheeks faintly flushed—though not with embarrassment. No, Rebecca is positively glowing, her eyes alight with power and adoration.

Rebecca’s hand doesn’t stop. If anything, her touch grows firmer, more deliberate, as her fingers press and rub over the thick padding. Each motion sends a shiver through you, the crinkling of your diaper loud in the quiet room. Her smirk deepens as she watches your helpless reactions, her eyes flicking between your flushed face and the telltale twitch of your body under her hand.

"Aw, look at you," she purrs, her tone equal parts sweet and condescending. "So sensitive. You really can’t help yourself, can you?“ Before you can stammer out a response, she shifts, climbing onto the bed and straddling your waist. The soft weight of her pressing down on your diaper makes it crinkle louder, and your cheeks burn even hotter. She doesn’t stop rubbing, her movements growing more teasing, more calculated, as she settles herself comfortably.

"Such a cute little baby," she says, her voice dripping with mock affection. "All wrapped up in your Pampers, squirming just for me. You’re so easy to control."

Her words sink deep, and the mix of her teasing tone and her unrelenting touch makes you feel impossibly small. You want to say something, to protest—or maybe beg—but the words stick in your throat. She’s in charge, and you both know it. Rebecca shifts her hips slightly, grinding down against the thick padding, and your breath catches. The motion is deliberate, confident, and entirely hers. The pressure and heat build quickly, overwhelming you, until—

It happens. Your body betrays you completely, and you can’t stop yourself. A sudden, uncontrollable wave hits, and you feel it—a sticky warmth spreading inside your diaper. You gasp, mortified, as Rebecca freezes for a moment, her eyes going wide with surprise before her smirk returns, bigger and more satisfied than ever.

"There it is," she says softly, leaning down so her face is just inches from yours. Her voice is dripping with pride, her tone like someone praising a toddler for using their diaper. "That’s my good little baby.“ You feel so small, so pathetic, as the reality of what just happened settles over you. But there’s something in her gaze that holds you there—adoration, power, and absolute satisfaction.

She sits back up, giving your now-sagging diaper a playful pat. "See? This is why I love you like this," she says, her voice light and almost sweet. "Because you’re perfect just the way you are—my helpless, adorable little one."