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I spent two hours today writing the most adorable DDLG caption Iâve ever written. It was loving, sweet, and tender. Not my normal humiliation. I was so excited. But tumblr didnât save it. So now you get the original version of Master of Puppets. Very disappointing.
Who chooses âThe Great British Baking Showâ for Netflix and Chill?
Now all I can do is pretend I am fascinated by a bunch of Brits making pastries. That I care who makes the best frangipane tart.
I donât even know what a frangipane tart is.
But it sure beats pretending that I donât seeâand hearâeverything thatâs happening on the other side of the couch.
Itâs much easier to let them think Iâm enthralled by the drama of amateur bakers with quaint accents than them getting hot and heavy right in front of me.
Nope, I didnât see the bra tossed away. I was watching to see if the lovable grandmaâs cake would cool in time to pipe frosting.
Nope, I didnât hear that moan. I was listening to the judges' critique of the pie crust!
Nope, I definitely donât care that my wife is hooking up with some guy next to meânot when the competition for Star Baker is so intense!
Definitely donât care!
I wish I could say that this was the first time my wife slept with another man.
I wish I could say this was all part of some kinky game. That I got off to this.
I wish I could say Iâm used to my wife explaining why she hasnât had sex with me for two years.
But I canât.
There is only one first tonightâthe first time Iâm in the same room when it all happens.
There I was, sitting on the couch watching football, when the doorbell rang and my wife half skipped, half floated to the door, greeting a man with a passionate kiss.
As usual, the guy did a double-take when he saw meâmy wife never mentions me before.
âI thought you were single?â
âNo, Iâm married,â she answered matter-of-factly.
âWait, this isnât some threesome thing? Iâm not into that.â
âOh, no. Nothing like that. My husband canât satisfy me anymore. I donât fuck boys in diapers, isnât that right, hun?â
âHeâŚheâs in diapers?â
âYep, show him, sweetie.â
I hate this part. Itâs all part of her humiliation ritual. To punish me for my incontinence.
I stand up, pulling the waistband of my sweats down an inch or two, exposing the top of my Megamax, which I regret not changing.
âNo, no, dear. You know the drill. Show him your entire diaper.â
âI really donât want to see it.â
âMaybe not, but this isnât for you. This is for him. Maybe if he shows off his soggy diaper to enough real men, heâll be motivated to remember his potty training!â
An oppressive, expectant silence filled the room.
âPants to the floor. Now.â
I obey, wanting to get it over with. Theyâll run off to the bedroom once sheâs satisfied.
He laughs. âWow. Well, now I donât feel bad about this. Iâm not into married women, I respect marriage too much. But thisâŚthis is different. A beautiful woman like you deserves more than a boy in the biggest diaper Iâve ever seen.â
âCouldnât agree more. Letâs get some privacy so you can show me how a real man treats a woman.â
Finally, itâs over.
âI have a better idea. That couch looks plenty comfortable. Maybe he just needs a role model to show him how itâs done. First lesson? Netflix and chill.â
She bites her lip, the edges curling into an unmistakable grin. âMaybe youâre right.â
Now you see why Iâm so interested in who wins Star Baker.
Itâs been 30 minutes of escalating whispers, moans, and flying clothes clashing with wholesome culinary melodrama.
âHoneyâŚoh my godâŚa-are youâŚyes!â my wife moans through thrusts, âW-watching? ThisâŚis what youâd beâŚjust like thatâŚdoingâŚohmygodohmygodâŚdiapersâŚAHHH!!â
At least the wholesome grandma didnât get eliminatedâŚ
Have you ever been on my blog and just wanted to find some ddlg or mdlg captions, but didn't want to wade through mdlb captions?
You're in luck! Now you don't have to. I put them all here in this post.
At least I think so. All the important ones are here for sure.
I labeled them as DDlg, MDlg, or M+D for both Mommy and Daddy doms.
And put a brief description of the caption. Anything with Cuckquean is labeled, as some love it, while others hate it.
The Chilies are a humiliation measurement. Five chilies means you want pure humiliation. One chili means it's a sweeter, loving caption. Squirmies can be found at every chili level.
Anyway, like this so you can always find what you're looking for.
This caption is for a very shy diaper girl. Sheâs a widdle scared of the world knowing who she is. But I do!
âOh my gosh, this is so cute! It looks just like a real nursery! She actually lives like this? Isnât she older than me?â
You cower behind Daddy as the new woman Daddy brought home takes in your nursery. They discuss you and your diapers so casually, so matter-of-factly that you feel like the toddler she obviously thinks you are.
âSeriously, I canât right now. I mean, look at all the colors, the decorations, the diaper supplies! Ugh, itâs adorable! Iâd have no idea this was an adultâs room if it wasnât for the massive crib, changing table, and stacks of oversized diapers!â
Daddy laughs. âAdult? Donât get it confused, my little pamper packer here may be older than you, but sheâs not an adult, are you, Princess?â
You feel your face burning as they both look at you expectantly. âN-nuh uh, Daddy, not adult,â you whisper, knowing not to disobey Daddy in front of company.
âGood girl,â Daddy coos, giving your diaper a playful slap.
âSheâs adorable! So well behaved, too!â she says, her voice thick with derision.
âThank you! Sheâs Daddyâs special girl!â
Her face suddenly lights up. âNo way, is she actually peeing herself?!?â she screams excitedly.
Daddy looks over at you. You look back at them, confused. Youâre not peeing, that much you know. You would know if you were.
âOh my god, she is!â she screams, âlook at her diaper! You can see her tinkles spreading! I canât believe it!â
You grab your diaper, still positive sheâs making it up. Until you feel your diaper. Itâs warm. Your eyes are wide in terror.
Before you can do anything her hand is reaching down at your diaper, grabbing it as your pee continues to flow. âItâs so warm and thick! Youâre actually peeing yourself in front of us like a baby!â
Daddy looks at you, his face both confused and excited. âDid you know you were peeing yourself, Princess?â
âI-I-IâŚ,â your eyes fill with tears, âD-daddy!!!â
âOh, come here, silly,â Daddy says, wrapping you in his arms, âlooks like youâre finally unpotty trained! You should be excited!â
Becoming unpotty trained had been your goal when you started wearing diapers. But that was before you truly understood the reality of life as Daddyâs diaper girl.
All you wanted was to wear diapers. Maybe have Daddy tease you here and there for them. Just basic, casual fun.
Like all diaper girls, you thought you could have your cake and eat it too. Itâs adorably naĂŻve.
You actually believed you could wear diapers 24/7, having Daddy care for you, check and change your diapers and still be treated like an adult. Itâs absurd.
If you wear diapers like a baby, squat down and fill your diapers with stinkies like a baby, and rely on your caregiver to change your diapers like a babyâsurely you cannot expect to be treated anything but a baby.
âWait!â she screams, âsheâs unpotty trained?! Like sheâs been wearing diapers so long she actually needs them? Thatâs so pathetic!â
Itâs too much for you. You wonât let some girl younger than you tease you.
âIâm not a baby, you bitch!â you scream, stomping your feet.
You knew you were in trouble the moment you said it. Daddy looked at you as if you just slapped him. Thick, heavy silence hung in the room as they both stared at you.
âI-I-I d-didnât m-mean it, D-daddy,â you sob.
More silence.
Daddy looks over at her. âIâm sorry, Claire. She knows better than to act like a little brat.â
âItâs okay, poor thing probably couldnât help it!â
âItâs not okay, is it, kiddo?â Daddy asks you sternly.
âN-no D-daddy, I n-not allowed to u-use n-naughty words anymoreâŚâ
âThatâs right! And what happens when you do?â
âI h-have to l-lay over y-your lapâŚâ
âGood girl. Do you have anything to say to Claire first?â
You look over to Claire, forcing yourself to ignore the smirk on her face. âI-Iâm s-sorry for calling you a naughty word, C-claire,â you say sheepishly.
âItâs okay, little one. I know you didnât mean it!â
Daddy reaches out his hand for you. You reluctantly grab it and follow him to your crib. Daddy puts the bars down and sits on the edge. He looks at you expectantly.
You hesitate, not wanting Claire to watch Daddy spank you. You couldnât bear the thought of her watching you get spanked like some naughty toddler.
âB-butâŚDaddyâŚ,â you mutter, looking at Claire.
Daddy only smiles. âClaire stays, babygirl. If you didnât want her to see you get punished, you shouldnât have been naughty. Lay down. Now.â
As you move toward Daddy, he suddenly stands up. âOh, I almost forgot! Now that youâre unpotty trained, I canât risk you tinkling on me!â
Daddy heads to the closet, bringing a package of puppy pads out. He opens it, unfolding one and placing it on his lap.
Claire loses it, giggling uncontrollably. âA puppy pad?!? Stop, thatâs so embarrassing, even for a diaper girl! But I guess itâs necessary if she canât hold her tinkles!â
Red-faced, you stand in front of Daddy as he rips the tabs off your diaper. The cold air forces you to shiver as your diaper is removed. He balls it up and hands it to you to hold.
âOn my lap, babygirl,â he says sternly.
You lay down on Daddyâs lapâand the puppy padâmore humiliated than youâve ever been in your life. You hold on to the diaper in your hand, doing your best to cover it up.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Claireâs laughter fills the room as Daddyâs spanking pauses. Tears pour down your face as you realize how infantile and pathetic you must look to Claire.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
More laughing. You look around your nursery. The monument to your place in life. You see all the horrifically infantile designs, the pastel colors, the supplies to keep you pathetically pampered.
You take it in. Everything in the room made you so beautifully squirmy when they were added. Itâs was all so hot. But as you look at itâthrough Claireâs eyesâyou realize how far youâve fallen.
She doesnât see you as an adult. She sees you as a toddler. Youâre not a threat to her. Youâre a cute sideshow. Sheâs going to sleep with Daddy tonight, not you.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
All the cute baby-patterned diapers and accessories that you loved so much stare back at you, each with a life of its own. They mock you, gloating that they trapped you in their world.
They know what you are. A helpless, diaper-dependent baby. They know this isnât an adults roomâitâs yours.
The only sex that would ever happen in this room is between Daddy and any woman he brings in here. A woman getting off knowing what you are. Proving sheâs better than you.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
By now your butt is on fire. Your whimpers fueling Claireâs laughter. She canât get enough of this pathetic display.
Daddyâs hand strokes your hair before turning your face to look at him. You look at him through your tears.
âI-I âm sorry, Daddy!â you plead, âI w-wonât use naughty words again, I promise!â
âI know you wonât, babygirl. Letâs get you in another diaper.â
You timidly stand up, hiding from Claireâs smirking. You preemptively head for the changing table.
âHAHAHHA no way!â Claire goads, âdid she really pee on the puppy pad?â
Horrified, you look back. Daddy holds up the pad clearly wet with pee. You cover your face, too ashamed to meet anyoneâs gaze.
âLetâs get you in a new diaper before you leak all over the floor, Princess.â
You obediently lay on the changing table, still covering your face.
âCan she wear this diaper?â Claire says, holding up your thick night time diaper.
âThatâs what I was going to put her in! Gotta get this lil stinker in her night time diaper before bed!â
Claire watchesâon commentsâon the entire diaper change. You whimper through the whole thing. Halfway through, Daddy gave you your paci, which you happily accepted.
Once your diaper was taped on, Daddy helped you off the table, leading you to your toddler chair and table.
He sits you down, bringing you paper and a box of crayons.
âI want you to write an apology letter to Claire while we go have some fun. And it better be good.â
âB-but,â you beg, âI need a pen!â
âA pen?â Daddy scoffs, âyou have crayons here! Diaper girls donât need pens! Diaper girls use crayons, silly!â
With that, they head out. Your stomach sinks watching Claire all over Daddy.
You get to work, writing your apology letter to the woman who took your man. As you write, you hear them in the next room over. You try to ignore the moaning as you write.
âDear Claire, Iâm sorry I used naughty words. Daddy said I should never use those words when addressing an adult like youâŚâ
It was already too late when you realized that you two were the last in the room at a party. She smiled at you. You awkwardly smiled back hoping to avoid a conversation. She was the first girl you asked out after becoming incontinent. It obviously didnât go well.
She looks down at your diaper. âWhatâs it like?â she asks?
âNo, I donât mean whatâs it like to wear a diaper. Gross as it would be, I could put on a diaper and see what it feels like. No, what I mean is: what is it like to be in diapers.â
âOf course there is a difference. Thereâs a huge difference. If I put a diaper on I would be in a diaper, but I wouldnât be in diapers. When youâre in diapers, people expect you to be in a diaper no matter what. People say babies are in diapers because nobody expects them to stay dry without one. Just like you.â
âUnlike me if I tried one, when you take off a diaper you need to put another one on immediately. You live your life one diaper at a time. Whether youâre at work, a date, on vacation, or at home, youâre in diapers. And it will almost always be at least a little wet.â
âSo what Iâm asking is, what is that like? Knowing youâll be toddling around in diapers every time I see you? Knowing you will have pee wrapped around you from now until the moment you die? Knowing everyone you know will always wonder if your diaper is wet whenever youâre with them?â
âBut especially knowing that every girl you ever try to date will involve you telling them youâre sitting in front of them in a wet diaper, hoping they can ignore the infantile diaper long enough to try and date you? Because I assume most will end like it did with me.
âAnd that means you pretending youâre a man at a party when we all know youâre just a diaper boy. The only thing we think about when you walk in is diapers. And no women associate sexy, intimate encounters with diapers. Which means no women will ever associate you with sex.â
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Moments like these always make you wonder if itâs all worth it. Life as a beautiful womanâs incontinent diaper boy certainly has its benefits, but the downsides go hand in hand with the perks.
Today was no different. Sure, they let you come with them on their âgirlsâ trip. And with that you get to see the girls in a way that few men ever would. With no âmenâ on board, they are free to relax and get wild without wondering what the men would think. Most men would kill to see it.
But they invited you for a reason. Youâre only there because they donât even see you as a man. Youâre a prop, a toy, a confidence booster. Youâre there for their entertainment.
You watch as they pretend to hump the boat. In any other setting it might even be sexually suggestive. But not for you, not right now. No, theyâre only doing it because theyâre showing you how to hump your diapers to the thought of them.
You hear all their humiliating comments. You endure all the embarrassing diaper changes. You do it because if not for this, youâd be some loner diaper virgin, sitting alone in your room, looking through pictures of beautiful women with a wet diaper.
You accept their humiliation because even though youâre no closer to actually getting with a woman here than in your room, at least you get to be there in person. Your dignity is less valuable than the attention, however cruel, you get here on this boat.
And, at the very least, you have something to hump your diaper to tonight.
Mina brings her arms together in a gentle rocking motion, pursing her lips as she smiles down at some imaginary bundle of joy. You catch yourself staring at the soft, round breasts which are now perfectly framed by her limbs, though they're still veiled in the thin black bodice of her academic uniform.
"...and it says WAH WAH WAH," Lilita grins, flicking her wrists back and forth at the corners of her eyes. She giggles girlishly at your confused look, her bright eyes sparkling with mischief.
You must have misunderstood the girls. Their English isn't very good (though a good deal better than your Levronian). You decide to try again.
"What about pĂşpi?" You ask, smiling nervously through the communication barrier. "You have a baby? You like babies?"
Mina leans over and whispers something into Lilita's ear. You stare in awe at the two beautiful college girls. Their long, dark hair seems to commiserate secretly as well, sliding and tangling gently in the Levronian autumn breeze. Lilita tries again:
"Baby, yes! Tua pĂşpi dommĂ ! You are house baby. WAH WAH WAH."
"Eta tradicĂłja univercieta," Mina adds, unhelpfully.
You furrow your brow, feeling helpless in this conversation. Are these beautiful girls calling you a baby?
You had certainly expected there to be challenges when you enrolled in a foreign university. The idea of a truly fresh start had excited you: diving headfirst into Europe's most mysterious nation-state, where the small population and lack of strategic importance had left the culture untouched and largely unstudied by the world. The Romans, the Huns, the Golden Horde, the Ottomans, the Soviets, the EU...none had ever convinced little Levronia â by sword or by statecraft â to open its gates to the world.
And here you stand, a rare foreigner in a rare land, getting called a baby by two bombshell college girls.
"Look, I know I don't speak the language yet, but I'm not a baby!" You feel your cheeks growing red as Mina and Lilita giggle. "The university told me you would take me on a campus tour and help me with my uniform. If you can't do that, at least don't insult me!"
Mina and Lilita can barely control their fits of giggles. You had been speaking quickly, and it's clear your rant just sounded like frustrated babbling to them. You take a deep breath, reaching for your English-Levronian dictionary.
"Uniform...uniform....ah, venda! Mè venda." You sweep your arms up and down your body, trying to gesture that you need your new clothes for class tomorrow.
"Ahh! PĂşpi zi venda," Mina reaches out and pinches your blushing cheek. You would have slapped it away if there weren't something a bit thrilling about her touching you.
"PĂşpi zi venda ie lĂšbu," Lilita corrects Mina cryptically. Lilita gestures for your dictionary and you reluctantly hand it over. She flips through the pages, her mischievous eyes scanning the labyrinth of words before finding what she's looking for.
"Da-ee-a-per." She snorts, thoroughly entertained.
You extend your hand to take your book back, but Lilita holds it out of your reach. Levronian girls sure are tall, you note, unable to reclaim your property even standing on your toes.
With an increasingly sinking feeling, you follow Mina and Lilita across the campus of the University of Levronia. You curse your inability to understand them, as they seem to be talking and laughing about you at full volume, as if you weren't shuffling reluctantly behind them. It makes you feel so...
"Helpless!" Lilita says in English, turning back to wink at you as she waves your dictionary â your only key to understanding this world â like a flag of victory. You grow more uneasy as the girls lead you into a campus house and check you in with a residence advisor. The young woman at the desk hands you a pen to sign your name, but Mina snatches it and writes something for you:
PĂşpi Natalia â¤ď¸
"Hey!" You snarl, grasping unsuccessfully for the pen. "That isn't my name! And I'm not a â "
"PĂPI!"
You hadn't expected the slap. More from surprise than pain, tears begin to drip from your eyes, and your hand retreats from the pen to your stinging cheek.
"Ow! You can't just hit me! I'm..."
"NOW-TY!" Lilita brandishes your dictionary, searching aggressively for English words as Mina locks her strong grip around your wrist. "NOW-TY LEETLE GIRL."
"I'm not â "
The second slap hurts more than the first. Your raw cheek grows red and hot, and you can feel snot beginning to run from your nose as your sniveling turns into a full-on meltdown. You're barely aware of being dragged from the lobby of the residence hall, deeper into the building, up a flight of stairs. When your vision clears, you see hallways and staircases lined with busy college girls, pointing, laughing, mocking you in a language you don't understand.
At last, you're brought to a stop, and your jaw drops. You don't notice the pink nursery-printed wallpaper or the massive plush teddy bears or the giant crib or the transparent mini-fridge stacked with bottles of creamy milk. You don't notice the humming mobile or the drawer of pacifier clips or the closet full of onesies and giant swaddling cloths.
You just see the diaper. Thick. Fluffy. Snowy white. Open and waiting on the plush carpet.
"Eta tradicĂłja univercieta," Mina says again. You hadn't understood her when she said it earlier, but your brain connects the dots. It's a university tradition.
A tradition made for the foreign student in a mysterious country, who doesn't speak the language and doesn't know how to act.
Just like a baby.
Your lips tremble as you look down at Lilita, who is already pulling your pants down.
"I want to go home," you whine softly.
Mina's hand on your back nudges you forward, and you're forced to take tiny steps towards the waiting diaper, your pants still bunched around your ankles.
"Awww, little pĂşpi!" Lilita frowns mockingly, smacking your bare bottom so you stumble clumsily forward, closer to your padded fate. "This is home now, pĂşpi girl."
And already back in diapers. Poor thing barely lasted 20 minutes before her sass got the better of her. Luckily for me, nothing is more enjoyable than sass when accompanied by silly little crinkles!
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"Is this a joke?" Darcie tugged at the bottom of her shirt in a vain attempt to cover her crinkly underwear. Her face was flushed with embarrassment. "You'd better give me a good explanation or I'm taking this... this thing off. What kind of photoshoot is this?"
âYou said you wanted something innocent,â said the cameraman. âSexy but innocent, thatâs what you said. What could be more innocent than a diaper?â
"But they're for... you know, peeing in."
"And pooping in, yes."
Her face went even redder. "How is this supposed to be sexy?!" she demanded, gesturing down at the thick nappy bulging between her thighs. "I look ridiculous!"
âItâs sexy because you look ridiculous," the photographer said slowly, as if he thought she was a bit dim. "No self-respecting woman would ever dress like this, right? So youâre showing that you've got no self-respect, and that willingness to humiliate yourself is hot as hell!"
Darcie clenched her fists. âBut I donât want to humiliate myself, and I do have self-respect!"
âI know, sweet-cheeks," the man sighed. "Your manager told me all about your little ego, how you think you're too good to pose in the nude. But since you won't get your tits out on camera, we have to go with this instead. Thereâs a lot of money to be made in niche markets, you know.â
Darcie felt the fury rising in her like bile. "I am not doing fetish porn." She spat the words at him, but before she could clamber out of the absurd oversized crib he'd told her to stand in, the camera went off. Flash. The light was dazzling, and she blinked in confusion. Her mind suddenly seemed oddly blank. What had she been doing?
âYouâre incontinent," said the cameraman.
âWhat?" Darcie's lips twisted in disgust. The very idea of not being able to control her bladder or bowels was revolting to her. "Iâm not inconti-â
Flash.
âYou need diapers.â
What was this lunatic talking about? âNo I don-!â
Flash.
âYouâre too stupid for toilets.â
âI'm⌠What?â She felt like her head was full of cotton wool. Too stupid for toilets? Was she?
Flash.
âYou flunked out of potty training.â
"Uhhh...." Darcie tried to speak, but all that came out was a whine. She realised she was drooling.
Flash.
The cameraman was saying something, but she couldn't focus on the words. Whatever they were, they floated into her brain and settled there. There was a warmth in her pants, and a moment later the smell of urine reached her nostrils. âI'm⌠Iâm peeing," she said. A giggle burst out of her. "I peed my nappy."
âGood girl!" the cameraman cooed. He was standing right in front of her now. "Good girl for peeing in your diaper, Darcie!"
Darcie giggled again and smiled. She was glad she'd made the man happy, even though she hadn't wet herself on purpose. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, feeling her sodden nappy squelching between her legs. It was soaked to the brim and sagging heavily, but Darcie knew that was completely normal. She hadn't messed herself yet, but it would happen soon. She was just a stupid, overgrown toddler who couldn't control herself. She'd spent all her life in nappies, and she'd spend the rest of it squishing about in them too.
"Now let's get your top off," said the cameraman. "Arms up! I got some great pictures to send to your manager, but the next shots will look better if youâre in nothing but your diaper!â
Itâs okay to let Baby have a little look outside, you know. Sheâs forgotten what itâs like being in the big world, sheâs only curious. Everybodyâs been asking where she went, how sheâs doing. Baby had a lot of company and some impressive ambitions before she met you, and now theyâve all gone away.
Thanks to you, her new life consists of baby toys, baby shows, bottles, dummies, nappies, sleeping in a crib, dainty little dresses, high chairs, etc. All of her adult responsibilities have been removed; no more âindependent woman making her own self-standing decisionsâ, that naughtiness results in a hard spanking and being sent to the corner (and a tearful glare of contempt from her that makes you laugh). All she needs to worry about now is not having you at her beck and call for when she needs a cuddle and a cry in your lap or a change out of her waterlogged and soiled diapers.
Sheâs just a little doll trapped in a doll house with a big, bad wolf. She doesnât even know her own name anymoreâsheâs just a baby. Why did you do that to Baby? How cruel you are. The least you could do is let her watch everybody outside, living the life she used to have, while she stays cooped up in your little nest. Itâs fun to just imagine anyway.
âNo! No! No!â Jessica pouted, stomping her feet. âI donât wanna wear dem! I donât wanna! Not during da day too!â
âSweetheart, you have to,â Daniel said gently, holding up the large disposable nappy. âYou canât go around leaving puddles everywhere.â
âPlease, Jessie,â Ally implored, working hard to keep the smile off her face, âif you pee on the carpet again we might lose our deposit. Wasnât having to pay for a new mattress bad enough?â
âBut it wonât happen again!â Jessica whined.
âYou donât know that, baby,â said Daniel. âUntil these accidents stop, you need to wear protection.â
âWhatâs wong wif me?!â Jessica screeched, her face flushed with anger and shame.
âItâs okay, my darling,â Daniel cooed, pulling his tearful girlfriend into a hug.
Ally watched with a pang of jealousy. It had been a week since sheâd turned Jessica into a lisping, thumbsucking, bedwetting loser, and Daniel still hadnât dumped her! She supposed it was only natural. He was such a lovely guy⌠But Ally was sure even he had his limits, which was why sheâd upgraded Jessicaâs bedwetting to full-on incontinence the day before. One pair of soaked jeans later, and it had been easy to push for her to start wearing her night-time nappies during the day as well. She even had Daniel on her side, and working together to âhelpâ Jessica gave her a perfect opportunity to spend more time with him. Sheâd noticed the way his eyes kept being drawn to her cleavage and her slender legs â he would surely be ready to fall for her instead of the childish, pants-pissing girlfriend he had at the moment.
âCome on now, sweetie,â Daniel said, pulling out of the cuddle and reaching towards his girlfriendâs panties. âLetâs get you into your protection, okay? Be a good girl, Jessie.â
Jessica whimpered, but nodded, and allowed her boyfriend to slide her underwear down her legs and position her new diaper between her thighs.
âHere,â said Ally, moving forwards eagerly, âlet me help.â She held Jessicaâs nappy in place while Daniel did up the tapes on either side. Her babified best friend covered her face with her hands while they worked together to get her diapered, and when they both stepped back to admire their handiwork, Ally couldnât keep the satisfied smirk off her face any longer.
Teary-eyed, and with a puffy pair of Pampers wrapped around her well-toned butt, Jessica looked utterly absurd. She looked like she belonged in an adult nursery, not a university â not that Jessica had been going to college much over the last week, given her shame over her embarrassingly babyish new voice.
Jessica sobbed when she looked down at the bulky diaper hugging her waist, and she rubbed at her eyes with balled-up fists. Then she suddenly let out a loud yawn.
âWant another lie-down, Jessie?â Daniel asked kindly, kissing his girlfriend on the cheek.
âUh-hu,â she said. âI donna why, but Iâve started getting weally tired after wunch.â
You certainly have, thought Ally, happily. She hadnât been able to resist adding the compulsion to take regular afternoon naps into Jessicaâs hypnosis. It wasnât nearly as bad as any of the other habits sheâd implanted in her friendâs mind, but the idea was to give herself and Daniel more time alone while Jessica was busy being tuckered out in bed.
Daniel and Ally helped her into her room and into bed â Ally taking particular pleasure in taking off Jessicaâs top for naptime, enjoying the way her large breasts clashed ridiculously with her diapered bottom.
Once Jessicaâs head hit the pillow, she was asleep almost instantly.
âSheâs so cute,â Ally said. She reached into her pocket for her phone, intending to take a picture, but it wasnât there. She swore sheâd been misplacing her phone a lot over the last few days. But no matter. Sheâd have plenty of opportunities to take pictures of Jessica looking like a big dumb baby. Maybe she could even post them online.
âShe certainly is,â said Daniel. âSleeping like a baby.â
There was something paternal about the way he said it, and Allyâs eyes sparkled with anticipation. Jessica had clearly gone from girlfriend to toddler in his mind.
âJust a cute little baby,â Ally agreed, moving right up next to Daniel, and reaching out to grab his crotch. He let out a quiet gasp, but Ally grinned when she felt his cock harden under her fingers.
He turned into her, pulling her body up against his and reaching down to grip her bubble-butt with his hand. Ally felt elated. It had worked!
âJust a baby,â Daniel echoed thoughtfully. âBut then, after all the hypnosis you had her listen to, itâs only to be expected.â
Ally felt as though her heart had dropped into her stomach. He knew! She looked up fearfully into his face, but she was relieved to see he was smiling. There was a slightly mischievous look in his eyes. He gripped her bottom more tightly, pulling her body even closer into his, so that her breasts were squished against his muscular chest.
âYou knew I needed a real woman, not a stupid little girl like Jessie,â he said. âIs that what you were thinking?â
âThatâs right,â Ally said breathily, regaining her confidence. This was even better than sheâd hoped! âA real woman like me.â
âWha-â came a tired, confused voice from the bed. Jessica had opened her eyes, and she was looking up at the pair of them. âWhat are youâŚ? No! No, no, no! Heâs mine! Daddyâs⌠Danielâs mine!â Jessica got up on her knees, scowling at them petulantly, looking distraught. She opened her mouth again, but she was cut off by a sudden loud fart from her behind. Her face went white, and for a moment she just knelt there on the bed, open mouthed. Then, with an undignified grunt, she filled her nappy with a large, heavy, smelly load.
Ally burst into laughter. âAwww,â she taunted, watching the seat of her former best friendâs nappy sag heavily between her legs, âSorry Jessie, but youâre a bit too little for boyfriends, donât you think? Youâll going to be far too busy pooping your diapers to get any more action with guys, Iâm afraid. In fact, just to show you exactly what youâll be missing, I think Iâll fuck your boyfriend right here in front of you. Doesnât that sound fun?â
âIt certainly does, Ally,â Daniel said casually, interrupting her gloating, âbut first, why donât you go and get one of Jessieâs wet bedtime nappies out of the diaper pail and put it on?â
âI⌠W-what?â Ally stuttered. But her body was already starting to move. Without her consent, she felt herself walking over to the diaper pail that sat in the corner of Jessicaâs room, half filled with the yucky nappies that Jessica had soaked over the past few nights. âWhatâs going on?!â she squealed, as she lifted the lid and picked out one of Jessicaâs sodden, well-used diapers. âWhy canât I control my body?!â
âThat would be the hypnosis youâve been listening to over the last few days,â Daniel explained. âIt works a little differently to the tapes you used, but the results will be just as effective in the end.â
âNo!â Ally shrieked, her eyes wide and terrified, as the reality of what was happening started to sink in. âYou canât do this! Please! Oh God, please donât make me like her! You canât!â
âDonât worry, sweetheart,â Daniel said gently. âYou wonât be like Jessica.â
âI⌠I wonât?â Ally asked fearfully.
âNo,â he said. âYouâre going to be her big sister! But not much bigger.â He smiled. âJust out of diapers will do.â
Ally let out a scream of horror, but she could already feel a strange tingling in her head as the hypnosis worked on her brain. There was only one thing on her mind as she taped Jessicaâs cold, sodden, used nappy onto her own bottom. Daddy said sheâd be out of diapers soon, and she couldnât wait.
Ally decides to mentally regress her best friend in order to steal her boyfriend. Jessica might be pretty, but Daniel isnât going to find her quite so attractive once sheâs toddling around in soggy diapers. Then heâll be sure to fall for someone as stylish and mature as Ally. Or at least, thatâs the plan...
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Ally admired herself in the mirror, leaning forward and enjoying the way her low cut black crop-top framed her generous cleavage. She gave her chest a quick shake, blew herself a kiss, and straightened up with a satisfied smirk on her face. There was no way Daniel was going to be able to keep his eyes off her when she was dressed like this â especially if her plans for Jessica succeeded.
She left her room and walked into the kitchen with her short miniskirt swishing, exposing the base of her bubble butt. Jessica looked up as she entered, and Ally noticed a slight frown appear on her friendâs face when she saw what she was wearing. Jessica herself was wearing a tight white t-shirt and jeans, figure-hugging but certainly not as flashy as Allyâs outfit.
âIâm going to get started on cooking, okay Jess?â Ally said brightly, moving over to the hob.
âAlwight,â said Jessica, and then a blush spread suddenly across her cheeks. âI mean, alright.â
Ally had to fight hard to keep the grin off her face as she got out the pots and pans. Had the hypnosis really worked?
âDanielâs just texted to say heâll be back soon,â Jessica went on, âso dat works nicely. That.â
Ally ignored her friendâs little slip ups, but she couldnât help but glance over to see Jessicaâs reaction, and she was pleased to see the look of mingled confusion and embarrassment on her face. Sheâd just have to get used to it though, Ally thought, hiding her smirk.
At that moment, they heard the sound of a key turning in the lock, and Jessica hurried out of the kitchen.
âHi, babe!â Jessica said, and Ally thought she could hear the sounds of kissing coming from the hallway. She felt a prickle of anger, but forced herself to stay calm. It wouldnât be long now. Letâs see if Daniel still thinks sheâs so sexy with a dumb baby voice, or any of her other new little habits.
Jessica came back into the kitchen a moment later, and Daniel was right behind her. He was tall and well-built, with high cheekbones, neat blond hair and ocean-blue eyes. He flashed a smile at her as he entered the room, and Ally felt her pussy moisten.
âHi, Daniel!â she said, a little too eagerly, and she could see Jessica eyeing her a suspiciously. Her flatmate knew sheâd liked Daniel as well, but Jessica had asked him out first, and sheâd agreed that fair was fair.
âHey, Ally,â said Daniel. His voice was deep and soothing, and Ally felt butterflies tingling in her stomach. This one was going to be hers. âSomething smells good,â he added.
âIâm making Bolognese for the three of us. It wonât be long, so take a seat, okay?â And hopefully it will be another chance to see just how effective the hypnosis has been.
Daniel sat down in one of the chairs around the kitchen table, lounging comfortably with one arm draped over the top. âDid you get your essay done this afternoon, Jess?â he asked his girlfriend.
âUh, no,â said Jessica. âItâth weird. I mean⌠Itâs weird. I sat down to do it, but I must have spaced out âcause suddenly it was nearly dinner-time already! Isnât dat stwange?â Her face reddened suddenly and she raised a hand to her mouth in shock.
Daniel laughed. âYou okay there, sweetie?â he asked, cocking his head and looking at his girlfriend in amusement.
âI⌠um⌠yeth!â she squeaked. âI donât know whatâth wong wif me today! I meanâŚâ She giggled to hide her embarrassment, but there was a trace of fear in her eyes. She put a hand to her lips like she thought there might be something wrong with them.
Ally turned around and busied herself at the hob to hide her smile. Poor little Jessie, she thought delightedly. Itâs going to be pretty hard to dirty-talk with such a silly lisp.
Daniel looked faintly concerned, but he was distracted by Ally bringing over a pot of spaghetti Bolognese and placing it in the middle of the table, making sure to bend down low to give him a good view of her breasts as they jostled in her crop-top.
They all sat down to eat, and Ally made sure to keep an eye on Jessica, looking out for the next part of the hypnosis to take effect. And sure enough, it didnât take long. A few bites into her spaghetti, and Jessica suddenly started finding it much more difficult to get everything into her mouth â but she hardly seemed to notice, even as she covered her lips in Bolognese sauce, and a piece of spaghetti stuck to her chin.
âOh, Jessie!â Ally chided, putting on a maternal, patronising, slightly exasperated tone that she hoped would give Daniel the impression this happened on a regular basis. Before Jessica could so much as open her mouth, Ally was by her side with a wet cloth, wiping her face clean like she was a mucky toddler in a highchair.
 âI didnât realise how much of a messy eater you were, Jess!â Daniel laughed. âItâs a good thing youâve got Ally here to look after you, huh?â
âBut I donâtâŚâ Jessica mumbled, as Ally finished wiping the sauce off her face for her, âIâm notâŚâ
âI think we ought to get you a bib!â Daniel teased, ignoring her feeble protests.
Jessica went even redder than she had been already, and she splurted out, âNu-uh! Donât wanna bib!â
âSweetheart, are you sure youâre alright?â Daniel asked, looking a little concerned again.
Jessica opened her mouth to respond, thought better of trying to speak, and closed it again. She nodded, her eyes fixed on the table in front of her. Then she went back to her spaghetti.
The three of them continued to eat their meal, and Ally chatted with Daniel casually, enjoying the way his eyes kept flitting to his girlfriendâs increasingly messy face as she slowly got more and more of her dinner all over it. He was clearly thinking that something was wrong, or wondering whether some dumb joke was being pulled on him.
âI swear, youâre as bad as a two-year-old, Jessie,â Ally scolded good-naturedly, wiping Jessicaâs face clean once again after theyâd finished their meal.
âI⌠IâŚâ Jessica stammered, âIâm sowwy. I dunno why IâmâŚâ She sniffled, and then, even as the other two watched, her thumb crept up to her mouth and pushed its way gently between her lips.
âUh⌠Jessica?â Daniel asked cautiously.
Jessica looked up. Then her eyes widened, and she suddenly pulled her thumb out of her mouth with a wet pop and looked down at the drooly digit in alarm.
âWhy donât we go to your room, sweetie?â Daniel suggested gently, helping his helpless-looking girlfriend out of her chair. âThanks for cooking, Ally!â he said over his shoulder. âBut I think Jess might need a little lie-down or something.â
âNo problem!â Ally said brightly. Once she heard Jessicaâs bedroom door close, she allowed a Cheshire-cat grin to spread over her face. This was perfect. The lisping and the messy eating and the thumbsucking made Jessica look completely ludicrous! There was no way Daniel could take her seriously as a girlfriend when she acted like an overgrown toddler! And the real kicker would be what little Jessie would be doing in her bedsheets that nightâŚ
Ally went to her own bedroom and took the package out from under her bed, just for the pleasure of seeing it again. Infantilisation Hypnosis, it read on the front, causes lisping, messy eating, thumbsucking, and bedwetting. It hadnât been hard to upload it onto Jessicaâs phone, where it was able to work its way into her head through the music she always listened to when she studied. She looked down at the bright yellow label in the corner (WARNING: all effects of this tape are permanent!) and felt a twinge of guilt. But it was nothing personal. Jessica would just have to find a boyfriend who didnât mind waking up to the smell of pee every morning. And who didnât care that his girlfriend spoke like a six-year-old. And sucked her thumb. And made a mess of herself at mealtimes.
Sheâd manage, Ally told herself with a smirk, as she spied Jessica scurrying out of her room with a bright red face and a bundle of soggy-looking sheets in her arms the next morning. She was cute, after all. And in any case, wasnât all fair in love and war?
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Three women compete in a game show where the penalties are humiliating, infantilizing, and possibly permanent.
When I first released this story, I let readers vote on what happened to the contestants in a series of polls, so thatâs why the structure is the way it is. All voting is now concluded!
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âWelcome everybody!â called a strong, male voice. âIâm Jacob, your host, and this is Babe or Billionaire, the game show where our contestants either walk away with more money than they could ever dream⌠or they say bye-bye to their big girl privileges forever!â
There were loud cheers and applause from the live studio audience as a spotlight lit up Jacobâs tall, well-built frame and ruggedly handsome features.
âBefore we start, let me fill you in on the rules! The contestants will compete in a game of rock, paper, scissors each round. The winners will gain points, and the one with the most points at the end of the game will win our fabulous cash prize! But when one (or more) of our girls loses, our game master behind the scenes will bring up a selection of delightful penalties that you the audience get to vote on!â
More shouts and woops echoed throughout the studio.
âNow letâs meet the contestants!â said Jacob, turning to face the three women who were each standing in front of a podium, suddenly illuminated by the stage lights. Jacob gestured towards the one on the left, a beautiful blonde woman in a short black dress that exposed her slender legs and gave particular focus to her generous chest.
âIsabelle here is a twenty-seven-year-old model, known for her saucy swimsuit sets and her demanding attitude during a shoot! She wants to win the prize money so she can attend the finest events and galas in the country and get the respect she deserves â and so she never has to do another nude set!â
The audience laughed and began catcalling and wolf-whistling.
Isabelle scowled at Jacobâs comments and surveyed the crowd with distaste. Sheâd happily have given them all the middle finger, but she knew it wasnât a good idea to piss off the audience in a game like this, so she forced a bright smile and blew a kiss at them instead.
Jacob moved on to the girl in the middle, a pretty, nervous-looking girl dressed in skinny jeans and a white crop-top that exposed her tummy.
âKimberly is a twenty-three-year-old law student. Sheâs the top of her class, and she hopes to use her prize money to start her own legal practice! That will make a nice change from relying on your boyfriend financially, wonât it Kimmy?â
The crowd cheered and roared again. Kimberly smiled at the audience, trying to conceal the way their eager, almost hungry expressions unsettled her. She felt a prickle of anger and shame at Jacobâs words as well. Her boyfriend was just helping her out! She couldnât stand the thought of people thinking she was some sort of trophy-girlfriend who couldnât get by without a man. It wasnât as though she was going to be dependent on Paul forever!
âAnd lastly, we have Eily!â Jacob continued, moving on to the third and final contestant, a slightly cold and serious looking woman dressed in a beige pantsuit, her dark hair tied up in a neat bun behind her head. âEily is a thirty-one-year-old businesswoman so devoted to her career that she staged a hostile takeover of her own now ex-husbandâs company! But thereâs always room for growth, and she wants to take her business to new heights with the prize money from todayâs game!â
The audience applauded and cheered again, and Eily was sure she could hear jeering mixed in as well. She nodded coolly at the crowd. She wasnât like those two little bimbos sharing the stage with her, and she was going to make sure the audience knew it. There werenât just men in the seats opposite them â there were a fair number of women too, and Eily was sure she could get them on side with her calm, professional demeanour. Eily knew how to deal with other women; they didnât like it when younger girls dressed and acted like ditzy little sluts.
âEach of them has been dosed with our special nanomachines,â Jacob went on, a smirk playing across his mouth, âand our tech boys behind the stage will be responsible for giving our little ladies their penalties â we can alter their outfits, their bodies, even their minds! And remember, the one with the most points at the end of the game will be allowed to remove three of her penalties, but the losers will be stuck with theirs for the rest of their lives⌠Now itâs time to play â Babe or Billionaire! The theme for tonightâs first penalty will be⌠Hairstyle!â
At once, the screens on the girlsâ podiums lit up, displaying a picture of a rock, a piece of paper, and a pair of scissors. All three women snuck glances at each other, but it was impossible to see what anyone else was selecting. With three pings, they made their decisions, and the fronts of their podiums lit up to reveal their choices to each other and the audience.
Kimberlyâs heart sank when she saw them. Sheâd chosen scissors, but both Isabelle and Eily had chosen rock. What exactly did a hairstyle penalty mean? Were they going to dye her hair a ridiculous colour or something?
âOoh, sorry Kimmy!â said Jacob, with faux pity in his voice. âBut it looks like youâre the loser of our first round! And that means youâll be getting a change in hairstyle. Rest assured, once your new hairstyle gets chosen, our nanites will make sure you can never style your hair any other way. Your hair will force itself into a predetermined look no matter how hard you try to alter it!â
âI... I⌠What?!â Kimberly squealed. She ran her hands through her long, luscious brown hair almost automatically, an anxious expression on her face. She felt a horrible wave of fear wash over her. What exactly had she got herself into? Was all that talk about nanomachines actually real? When sheâd looked over the contract, sheâd just assumed it was some stupid fake gimmick!
âLetâs see what the options are!â said Jacob, turning towards the large screen that faced half to the audience and half to the stage. âSo ladies and gentlemen, your choices are⌠Pigtails! Golden Curls! Or Baby Tuft! Oh dear, Kimmy. It looks like youâll be saying goodbye to that lovely long hair of yours one way or the other! Now everyone, vote on the tablets attached to your chairs and letâs decide what pretty Kimmyâs locks are going to be like from now on! Will she have a pair of adorable pigtails sticking out from either side of her head? A set of golden curls to make any toddler jealous? Or will she be left with some little tufts of baby hair on a mostly bald head? Vote now!â
This caption is for @baby-erica, a squirmy little Ducky who wanted a blushy caption of her own!
âWakey, wakey, Ducky!â Mommy cooed, smiling down at you in your crib. âToday is going to be an extra fun day! But first, Mommy needs to check that diaper.â
You stared at your Mommy, dumbfounded. Ever since she âdemoted you back to babyhood,â her idea of fun radically differed from yours.
What truly worried you was all the commotion in the house. Nobody was home when Mommy put you down for your nap. But now, a steady boom of bass and distant voices trickled into your nursery.
Before you could say anything, Mommy thrust two fingers into your swollen diaper. You shiveredâand not because you knew she would find a soggy diaper.
Ever since Mommy put you back in Pampers, diaper checks and changes were the closest Mommyâs fingers ever got to your princess parts.
âJust as I suspected,â Mommy exulted condescendingly, picking you up, âYouâre Mommyâs soggy Ducky! Letâs get you changed, little one.â
Ugh. You hated diaper changes most of all.
Forced to lay there meekly as the most beautiful woman you had ever seenâthe woman you used to dateâchanged your diaper. You look at her with eyes dripping with longing and desireâdesperate for her.
Mommy never returned your look. Not anymore.
There was no romance, passion, or desire in her eyes. She looks at you like the baby you are. A silly, helpless pamper packer in need of a clean diaper.
Yet, as the cold air rushes onto your princess parts as she opens your diaper, you couldnât help but shudder in anticipation.
Mommy smiles, watching your pathetic, desperate squirms. âAre you excited for your wipies, Ducky?â
You donât care how you look. How silly she must think you are to be this excited over a wet wipe. Youâve been denied too long to care.
All that matters is the few seconds that she wipes you clean.
It's the only time Mommy ever gives you any attention anymore. The only time anything but a soggy diaper touches your princess parts.
Mommyâs wipes never linger longer than it takes to wipe you clean. This moment may be the highlight of your day, but for Mommy, itâs a necessary, menial task to prevent diaper rash. Nothing more.
As she taped your new diaper, Mommy suddenly stopped, âOh, I almost forgot, Ducky! Silly Mommy! I got you some extra special diapees today! Theyâre perfect for you!â
âW-what?â you mumble, âN-new diapers? Whatâs wrong with these?â
âTheyâre so boring, little one! My Ducky deserves better diapers! Look at these!â she bubbled, showing you your next diaper.
Your heart skips a beat. âIâŚI c-canât wear t-those!â you squeaked, âTheyâre soâŚbabyish!â
Mommy laughs like she had never heard something so ridiculous in her life.
âDucky!â Mommy cackled through tears, âYou are a baby!â
âAm not!â you shrieked.
âWhatever you say, little one. But youâre gonna look adorable in these diapees! I mean, look at themâthey have widdle baby duckies on them!â
You fail to respond as she tapes you in your new diaper and helps you off the changing table.
âThat diaper is adorable on you, Ducky! Give Mommy a spin!â
âM-MommyâŚthese are soâŚso thick!â you complain, âIâŚI canât even close my legs!â
âJust wait till you fill it with all your tinkles! Youâll be waddling like a penguin in front of everyone at the partyâbut at least you wonât leak. Leakies are bad, arenât they, Ducky?â
âP-party?â you stutter.
âWhat do you think all that noise is, silly?â Mommy says, âYou didnât think you could hide your new status forever, did you?â
âB-butâŚI donât want them to see me like this!â you huffed, stomping your foot. Your face burns as your diaper crinkles loudly.
âBut I do, Ducky. And widdle ducklings donât make decisions. Adults do. And which one are you, sweetie?â Mommy scowled with the face you knew meant there was no room for disobedience.
âD-duckling, MommyâŚâ you whispered.
âGood girl,â Mommy cheered, patting your diaper, âNow, letâs get you dressed. I have the perfect shirt for you!â
The shirt was every bit as horrible as you expected.
âMommy, no, please!â you beg.
Ignoring your complaints, Mommy says, âArms up, little one! Oh. My. Gosh! Ducky, youâve never been more adorable than you are right now!â
Mommy leads you to the mirror, gushing about you being the belle of the ball.
You stare at your reflection, aghastâyouâre nearly indistinguishable from an actual toddler. As you look, Mommy pulls your hair into a ponytail, tying it with a frilly pink ribbon.
âThere! So pretty, Ducky! Youâll be the most beautiful little thing at the party! Ready to go out and meet everyone?â
Panicked, you try to run away. âNo! I wonât!â you scream over the crinkles of your diaper.
Mommy laughs. Your tiny legs are far too shortâand diaper too poofyâto offer any chance of escape. Mommy easily caught you, unceremoniously lifting you up.
âNo! No! Iâm not a baby!â you squirm futilely as your Mommy rests you on her hip.
âDucky, everyone is so excited to see you! But go ahead, keep throwing a tantrum. Iâm sure theyâll think youâre adorable over my knee with a red tush!â
You stop squirming, not wanting to risk a public spanking. You shove your face into Mommyâs neck as you leave your nursery.
You feel your diaper grow warm as the voices become louder. Itâs about to happen, and you can do nothing to stop it. Nothing but hide your face in shame.
As you turn a corner, the voices suddenly fall into a pregnant silence. Even though your face remains buried in Mommyâs neck, you know exactly why nobody said anything.
You.
Youâtheir friend, drinking buddy, and in more than one case, Bridesmaidâbeing carried by your girlfriend in nothing but a diaper and t-shirt, your face hidden in shame.
An eruption of squeals and coos erupted out of the silence. âOh my gosh, sheâs adorable!â and âAwww, look at her hiding like the shy baby she is!â
âDucky,â Mommy whispers in your year, âBe a good girl and say hello to everyone!â
You shake your head defiantly.
You hear your best friendâs voice, so close to you, âAwww, Ducky, donât be shy, itâs me! You look so cute I could eat you up!â
âWould you like to hold her? Sheâs such a small thing. And Iâm sure being held by her best friend will help her relax!â
You grab Mommy for dear life, but sheâs too strong for you. You feel your body lifted as Mommy passes you to your best friend.
Bouncing you slightly, your best friend coos, âLook at me, little one. I got you. Youâre safe. Youâre right where you belong.â
You look up into your best friendâs eyes, âIâŚâ
âOh, poor thing, you must be so scared!â she says, shifting your position, I can feel your diaper getting warm! Are you making wetwets?â
âDonât worry,â your Mommy assures her, âThose diapers can hold way more tinkles!â
âOkay, good,â your best friend says with noticeable uncertainty. âHere, it's your turn to hold the baby.â
You feel yourself passed again to another friend. You look at your Mommy pleadingly, in the same white swimsuit you bought for her before that trip to Bali.
It might as well have been a lifetime ago.
But what really concerned you was herâCaroline, standing next to Mommy in that same stupid red one-piece she always wears. Sheâs had a crush on your Mommy forever.
You canât stand her.
Caroline smirks at you before whispering something to Mommy.
âI think that would be a great idea, Caroline! It would be nice for you two to bond before we announce the big news!â
âB-big news?â you ask your Mommy.
âDonât worry, kiddo!â Caroline says, âYour Mommy and I will explain everything while I give you pigtails like mine! Matching braids! Doesnât that sound fun?â
âUmmm..nuh uh,â you answer.
âWell,â Caroline laughs, taking you from another friend, âToo bad, Ducky.â
Caroline carries you to the couch, placing you between her and Mommy. She removes your ribbon and starts braiding your hair.
âDucky,â Mommy says tenderly, âCaroline and I need to tell you something. Now that youâre my diaper-dependent pamper packer, well, I donât think its appropriate for you to be in any type of sexual relationship. You may only need a wet diaper and stuffy to be satisfiedâŚbut I need more. I need a real woman.â
You look at your Mommy, petrified. âButâŚbutâŚIâŚâ you whine.
âNo buts, Ducky. I still love youâand I always will. But you canât satisfy my needs in a soggy diaper. But Caroline can. And, well, weâre seeing each other! Caroline is your new Mommy!â
âIâŚwhat? This isnât fair!â you squeal loudly, âI can satisfy you!â
You immediately regret yelling as you feel every eye in the room starring at you.
âSweetie, Iâm sure you think you can. But those days are over. You belong in diapers. This is your rightful place. Youâre my babygirlâbut not my girlfriend.â
âNo! I donât need diapers! Iâm a big girl!â you scream.
Laughter erupts around the room at the tiny diaper girl, wriggling in a soggy diaper.
âDucky, this is your new life. But I will offer you a choice. You can either accept your place and make Quackies right here in front of everyoneâŚor you can sit and pout for the rest of the party in your playpenâand believe me, you wonât get another chance at quackies for three months. How long has it been so far? Two months?â
Your eyes go wide in excitement, shame, and humiliation. But you donât care. Mommy was right. Itâs been months since you last made Quackies. You existed in a state of perpetual arousal without any relief.
âWell?â Mommy asks, âWhatâs it gonna be? Wally is right here. Up to you!â
âIâŚâ you whisper, barely audible, âI wanna make Quackies, MommyâŚâ
âGood girl!â Mommy coos. She picks you up, placing you on the ground next to Wally, your oversized whale stuffy.
You look around, seeing the anticipation plastered on your friendsâ faces. They know you canât resist.
Duckies crave Quackies.
âGo on, little one,â Caroline goads, âShow Mommy what sheâs giving up!â
Embarrassedâbut determined to get your Quackiesâyou mount your stuffy.
âDucky, you know the rules, you have to ask Wally for permission!â Mommy says sternly.
More giggles.
âUmm, Wally?â you ask your stuffy, âMay I please make Quackies with you?â
âWhat did he say, Ducky?â
âH-he said y-yesâŚâ
âGood, now make your Quackies for Mommy, Ducky!â
You go slowly at first. Each time you thrust, you obediently Quack, just as Mommy taught you.
Not even the crowd's laughter or the rhythmic crinkles of your diaper can deter you now.
Nothing else matters. Nothing but Quackies.
Youâre right where you belongâquacking for Mommy in soggy diapers.
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