Its Ok To Be Differnt

“Why are you fidgeting, little one?” The little blushed. Mommy knew why they were fidgeting, she just wanted them to say it. The little clung to mommys arm tightly. “Tell mommy what’s wrong.” She whispered in their ear. “I gotta potty…” the little whined, with a since of urgency in their voice. “Aww, little one.” Mommy said with a slight embarrasing tone. She softly patted the littles rear, resulting in an ever so slight crinkle. “You know the rules.”

The little blushed. They couldn’t hold it much longer. Mommy passed the bathroom and the little tried one more time. “Mommy please!” Mommy was surprised by how loud the little got. She grabbed the little by the wrist and pulled them into the family restroom. “Okay.” Mommy said as she pulled the littles pants down. “Use your diaper.” The little started to protest, grabbing their stomach. “But mommy-” “Now!” Mommy grabbed the little and placed her hand on their diapered rump. The littles whines got louder, turning into sobs as they slowly filled their diaper. Mommy’s hand was not moving, she could feel the littles accident.

He threads an arm through hers as they head down the street. “I want to go see the museum,” he says. “They close in an hour, so we don’t have time for you to use the bathroom.”

“Okay,” Sarah says. She’s walking a little stiffly; he knows she won’t be able to wait that long, especially when they stop in line to get passes for the museum and he sees her squirm. This is why she wears pull ups when they go out.

They walk past the restrooms on their way to the exhibits, and Sarah glances at them longingly. “I’ll be quick?” she offers.

“I really want you to see the museum,” he insists. 

She nods, pressing her legs together tightly and letting out an audible fart. He’d assumed she just needed to pee, but this is far more interesting; she’s definitely not getting to a bathroom now. 

They walk slowly through the first room: it’s full of sculptures that he doesn’t really care about, but he lingers on each of them just to watch Sarah’s potty dancing intensify. There are a fair few people in the museum with them, and her squirming has attracted a few glances.

“Stop with the dancing,” he says. “Can’t you hold it like an adult?”

Sarah looks down. “I really, really have to potty.”

“Either hold still or use your pull up,” he tells her. “You don’t want everyone to know you’re a baby, do you?”

Sarah bites her lip, trying to fight her need. He moves toward the next statue, and Sarah takes half a step after him before squeezing her legs together and letting out another louder fart. There’s a soft hissing sound, only audible because he’s standing so close. Sarah squeezes her eyes closed as she goes, waiting out the long stream. it’s enough to overwhelm the pull up; a dark patch spreads at the crotch of her jeans, just visible against the dark denim

“Do you feel better?”

Sarah nods, although she’s still walking stiffly. She lets out another fart as they walk into the next room, and it’s obvious that her ass is clenched as tightly as possible under her tight jeans

“Do you still want to go to the bathroom after this?”

She bites her lip again and nods. As if on cue, another bubbly fart forces it’s way out. “I really need to potty,” she says. “Please don’t make me have an accident.”

“It’s been several days since you went potty, hasn’t it? I’m sure your tummy hurts.”

Sarah stops walking and presses a hand to her ass as another very wet fart escapes. “Please, I’m not going to make it, I have to potty.”

“I want to finish the museum,” he says. “We have to walk through all the rooms to get back to the bathroom.”

Sarah farts again. “Please hurry,” she says, walking forward with her hand still pressed to her bum

He pulls it away and loops her arm through his. “Don’t make a scene.”

“God, I have to go right now.” She’s letting out bubbling farts with every step. They aren’t even across the room when a crackly squelch sounds from her backside. “Oh god.”

He slides his hand down to cup her ass as she does her business, feeling the warm bulge grow under his hand as she grunts and pushes out close to a week’s worth of shit. By the time she’s done, the bulge is terribly obvious, as is the smell. 

He guides her over to one of the paintings and starts talking about it. She’s looking at the ground, obviously fighting tears as she follows him around the rest of the room.

As they walk through the next room she pauses again and grunts; another loud crackling squelch sounds from her backside, followed by several very wet farts and another squish. A brownish wet patch appears under the left edge of the pull up in the back 

“Are you done, sweetie?” He asks

Sarah nods. “I think so.”

“Do you want to go get changed?”

“No,” she says. “I want to see the museum.”

“Please, Daddy, please! I can’t hold it much longer!” My gut is cramping, tightening, grumbling worse than anything I’ve ever felt. Here on my knees in my cozy crib, my two wrists securely cuffed to the bars, I’m clearly helpless - the victim of the war currently raging between my own laxative-fueled bodily functions and my desperate will to preserve at least a tiny shred of dignity. I need to hold on. I must. I simply can’t soil myself, degrade myself in such fashion…

But Daddy smiles complacently, seemingly unperturbed by my plaintive wails. “Oh, honey,” he sighs, ruffling my hair and patting my cheek paternally. “Why are you so upset? I’m sure a big girl like you should be able to hold it for more than two little hours, don’t you think? Or is there something I don’t know about my cutie pie…?” He leans down conspiratorially and looks me knowingly in the eye. “Is there something you want to tell me, honey? Have you been lying to me about being such a big girl? Is it possible that maybe, just maybe, my great big girl who told me just yesterday that she doesn’t diapers, might just want them after all?”

Crap. He wants me to actually say it. He wants me to ask him for a diaper. He wants to see me cave in, to admit that right now I need one… “No, Daddy,” I squeak out as another cramp almost doubles me over. “I just- need- the potty! So…bad!” That clearly amuses Daddy. “Oh, sweetie!” he chuckles softly, tugging at my cuffed hands. “That’s really not possible, now, is it? You know that you’re being punished for not doing your chores like I asked you to…and as your Daddy, I’ve decided that you need four hours of corner time in your crib.” I wince at his words, keenly aware that he’s right - that he’s completely within his rights to punish me like this. “But-” I begin, but he shushes me with one finger.

“Sweetie,” he kindly tells me, tipping my chin up to gaze into his eyes. “We both know I can’t let you out of your corner time. That wouldn’t be fair. But, if you can give me three” - here he held up three fingers as if to remind me that girls my age might not remember their numbers - “three good reasons why I should put you in a diaper, then your Daddy promises to do just that. And remember, if you end up needing to use it, honey, then…” he winks at me. “Then your Daddy is going to be the one to decide if and when you get to go back to big girl panties…not you. Got it?”

Oh, yes, I got it. My embarrassed gaze descends to my ruffled pink tutu - one of my all-time littlespace favorites - and I begin furiously racking my brain for good reasons to be put back in a diaper. God, this is so devious - making me logically invested in bringing about my own humiliating infantilization… But what choice do I have? My belly feels virtually ready to explode - and as much as I hate the idea of wearing a diaper like a real baby…well, I loathe the idea of splattering diarrhea all over my crib and clothes even more…

Aha! “Um, because I don’ wanna make my pretty tutu all dirty!” I plead, hoping a little childish lisp will please Daddy. He grins and holds up one finger. “Good, baby, but tell me in a full sentence. What exactly do you want?” I gulp and squirm impatiently, forcing myself to spit out the embarrassing words. “Daddy, I would like you to put me in, in a diaper - because I don’ wanna mess up my pretty pink tutu!” He pats my head patronizingly. “Excellent reason, baby! I’m very proud of you. Now, can you come up with two more reasons?”

Another cramp sweeps over me, and I whimper involuntarily, in a sudden panic that my clenched muscles might not be able to stand the strain. Please, no! I can do this! As it passes I straighten up resolutely, the chains of my cuffs clinking softly. “Daddy, can you please put me in a diaper because… because I really need to go potty?” My heart sinks as I see Daddy’s smile turn to an apologetic frown. “Baby, that’s not nearly good enough a reason, is it? After all, big girls can always hold it until they’re at a potty - and they certainly never need to ask for a diaper. Try again, okay?” I grimace with the urgent need to expel the roiling contents of my bowels, and decide to try again - this time with an answer I know he’ll love.

“Daddy, can you please, please put me in a diaper, because I’m, um, I’m just a dirty little girl who makes messes and can’t control herself…” Oh, that’s better! My cheeks are flaming with humiliation, but at last Daddy is smiling again. “Oh, sweetie, that’s a super good reason! I can’t deny a diaper to my girl if she really is such a dirty, messy little thing…” Yes! Now, just one more. One more, more… What if…? No, really…? But my need to relieve my bowels is so great now that I’m ready to do and say virtually anything that might grant me relief…and so I do.

“Daddy, I love my diapers so much. They feel so nice an’ soft an’ thick an’ they make me waddle for you an’ look super cute, an’, an’ I love to wet and… mess them for you.” I gulp nervously, my mouth strangely dry with humiliation - and much as I might hate to admit it, arousal. “So can you please, please put me in a diaper? Please, Daddy? I want it so much…”

Oh, the smile on Daddy’s face is wonderful to see as he finally holds up that third finger - the finger that simultaneously signals my deliverance from this private hell and my consignment to one of the most explicitly babyish garments imaginable. Yet at this point I scarcely care, racked as I am with the urgency of relieving my gurgling intestines. And as he gently undoes the crotch snaps of my tutu, slips off my Hello Kitty panties, and draws up the crinkling thickness of my new diaper, I breathe a shaky sigh of relief. So close, so close… Just tape it up, please, please, please! Finally, Daddy straightens up and beams at me. “There! Don’t you look pretty now? Just like a beautiful little baby again…” He leans closer and tugs my chin up once more. “What do you tell your Daddy, hmm?”

I stare up into his eyes, quivering with a heady mixture of revulsion, humiliation, gratitude, relief, and arousal. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, Daddy!” I whisper, as I finally surrender, as my aching muscles relax into helplessness. And as the muffled explosions sound through my quiet nursery, as the gooey rush of my warm poo erupts into my rapidly expanding diaper, Daddy smiles and plants a tender kiss on my perspiring forehead.

"UH OH!"

The bell rang for school. I put my backpack on, and followed the crowd down the stairs and out the front door. I walked across the schoolyard and on through the crosswalk into my neighborhood. As I walked towards my house a strange but familiar feeling overcame me. My heart started pounding faster, and I was drenched with a feeling of restlessness. I was counting my steps and I only had two blocks until I would have to walk down her street. I knew I didn’t have the luxury of an alternate route home.

As I followed the sidewalk left I could see the white and red house near the end of the street. Every day I take this same walk and every day I hope and pray that she isn’t outside. As I walk closer and closer I notice that there isn’t any activity at her house, and I think to myself “what a relief”. As I walk by the front of her house I barely peek over to see if anyone is home. Just when I think I’m all clear, she is there, gracefully watering her garden on the side of her house. Immediately, she looks up and waves to me.

“Hi Ryan” she exclaims, in a very kind and nurturing, but bubbly voice.

“Hi Miss Eve” I mutter back, with my head slightly down.

She turns off the water and begins to walk towards me. Her long tan legs glide across the grass glistening from the overspray of the hose. Her shoulder length butter blonde hair, shimmering in the sunlight. Her loose white summer tank top accented her amazing cleavage, and just barely covered the curves of her hip line. As she approaches me I look up at her because she was taller than me even without her high heels on. This, among other things, added to her intimidation.

Miss Eve was not married, she didn’t have any kids, and I’d never even seen a man at her house. All that said, Miss Eve was incredibly hot, and I knew that she had absolutely no problem attracting men.

“How was your day sweetie?” She asked.

“It was ok” I said, trying to avoid eye contact.

“Just ok?” She asked.

“Yea, I’m just kind of tired” I replied.

“Maybe someone needs a little nap?” she said.

“Well, I, uh, think I have some homework to do” I quickly responded.

“Oh ok, well I really need some help with something that won’t take long at all”.

I looked around frantically, trying to come up with an excuse that would let me continue my walk home. As I tried to think of anything, she leaned down closer to my ear and with a very direct but loving whisper asked “Are you gonna come be Mommy’s little helper?”

As I started to blush she held out her hand, and I reluctantly reached out to touch her soft fingers. She grabbed my hand and escorted me up the front stairs and through the door as the panic inside me continued to build. The door closed behind us and I was once again trapped in her house.

"I appreciate this very much” she said.

“What do you need help with?” I asked.

She turns to the side to reveal a few large cardboard boxes. “This is a large order of diapers I placed online for a boy that I babysit for, they just showed up today” she said. As the word ‘diaper’ left her lips, my excitement level went up immediately, and Miss Eve knew this.

“Oh ok” I said “Do you need help moving the boxes?” trying to mask my curiosity of what kind of diapers they were.

She laughed, "No silly, since they were purchased online I had to estimate a size, so I want to make sure they will fit him.”

Confused, I asked “So how would I be able to help you with that?”

She smiled, “You are about his same size, so I was hoping you would try some on to make sure they fit.”

Panic continued to swell inside me because I knew where this was going.

“Um, I don’t really have time for this right now,” I explained.

I started to turn for the front door when she walked right into my escape path.

“Now Ry, honey, Mommy really needs your help with this,” she said in her loving voice.

“But I can’t today. I have too many things to do,” I explained.

As she looked at me with her gorgeous blue eyes she leaned down towards me “I would definitely agree, but I think you need to help Mommy first so I don’t have to tell anyone about our little secret”.

My heart suddenly dropped, and I realized that she was not asking me to do this. The ‘secret’ she was referring to was more like our history, as this was not the first time I had been in this house.

It all started about a year ago, when I acted on an impulse, and found a way to divulge in my pure love of disposable diapers. I’m not referring to ones meant for old people; I’m talking about toddler diapers. The ones that are loud, crinkly, and stretchy, with fun stickers on the front. The same ones that when you open a bag, your nostrils are filled with that sweet diaper perfume scent. I usually don’t have money, or a good way of discretely purchasing something like a package of diapers.

So one day, I thought up a plan to create a fake scavenger hunt and have a diaper be one of the items on the list. I took my list to a couple of houses and received no answer at the door. I was about to give up and I knocked on one last house and this just happened to be where Miss Eve lived. Well, from the moment she answered the door, I was under her command and she took full advantage of this. She was incredibly beautiful, very kind, but also very manipulative. The first time she answered her door and I had told her about that special item on my list somehow she knew that it was really meant for me. Instead of simply saying no, or just handing me a diaper, she invited me inside.

Now I’m guessing she only had diapers because she would babysit, but there is no way to know for sure. That day she diapered me herself, and made me use it right there in front of her. I remember that day clearly and how embarrassed I felt about being forced to use a diaper, but I also remember how much I loved being under her control. After I did as I was told she even checked to make sure I wasn’t lying. Then, she changed me into a fresh diaper, and sent me on my way. I was told to come see “Mommy” at any time.

I tried to forget about the incident, but immediately fell in love with the diapers she provided. From the waistband, to the stretchy leg cuffs, to my loud crinkly waddle, I was addicted. The smell of these diapers was wildly intoxicating. After that incident, I realized I didn’t like actually using my diaper, but I found out very quickly that I didn’t make the rules, Mommy does. A couple of months later I was practically sprinting home from school to use the bathroom. Miss Eve stopped me and insisted that I use the one in her house. When I finally made it, the door was locked and I was told to use the one upstairs.

When I opened the door I was amazed to find a complete nursery, with stacks of diapers, a large changing table, and even a crib. Miss Eve had followed me upstairs and locked the door behind us. She restrained me on the changing table and made it clear that I wasn’t going to make it to the big boy bathroom. She put a pink crinkly diaper on me and adjusted my posture so that she had a perfect view of when I couldn’t hold it any longer. She told me that if I was a “good boy” and made a “poopy diaper for Mommy” she would let me go.

I tried to hold out as long as I could but she waited patiently, and checked my diaper several times. Trying to hold back with all of my might she watched while the lump formed under my bottom, and the front of my dry diaper slowly saturated with warmth. After telling me what a good boy I had been, she said that I was to be punished for trying to use a bathroom in Mommy’s house. She pulled me over her knee and spanked me on the back of my pink girly diaper.

That day she did send me home, but not before one last squeeze of my diapered messy bottom, and a very seductive whisper, “Mommy hopes to see you again very soon.”

That day I remember the feeling of helplessness I had and how she could make me do whatever she wanted to. I couldn’t help but love her amazing diapers, her nurturing demeanor, and the fact that she was Mommy and I was her good little boy. I found myself wanting to please her either so I could leave and escape the shame of her watching me dirty my diaper, or to get her approval that I was a good boy like she said.

I had been to her house several times and I was usually forced to come in when she was outside as I walked home from school. Regardless of how she would manipulate me to submit to her, the end result was always the same. The look of satisfaction on her face and the warm mess inside of my diaper meant that Mommy was happy and my secret was safe. I hated that she knew about my diaper fascination because I felt like she was always teasing me about it. Sometimes, I would walk home with other kids in my class and we would see her and she would specifically say hi only to me. Other times, her diaper bag would be sitting on the porch with a diaper sticking out as if it were bait to lure me in.

About a month ago, she took the embarrassment of what I was to do for her to a whole new level. I saw her that Saturday morning at the grocery store. She was extra nice to me that morning and offered a ride back to the neighborhood. To avoid a long walk back I agreed and we left. When we arrived she insisted that I stay for milk and cookies. I love cookies and since I had nothing to do I decided I would stay for a little bit.

She said that it would be a little while so I could lie down on the couch and watch TV. As I laid there, I wondered if this was some plan of hers to get me in another messy situation. I could hear her gathering baking utensils in the kitchen as I slowly dozed off. I awoke from my nap and immediately realized I was no longer on the couch. Surrounded by tall wooden banisters, I recognized that the jail cell I was sitting in was a baby’s crib, but big enough for me. Was I still at Miss Eve’s? How long did I sleep for? I wondered. As I tried to roll over to look around I noticed that familiar sweet smell of diapers. The bulk between my legs made it hard to even move, and I knew I was no longer wearing the underwear I put on this morning. I rolled over onto my stomach and I could hear the rustle of my thick diaper underneath my blue onesie.

Suddenly, I had a need to use the bathroom. I laid my head down for a second thinking that I had to get out of here. I was able to pull myself up so that I could stand. Just as I did, a beautiful woman walked in the room. She was about medium height with short dark brown hair and stunning green eyes. I noticed her creamy white legs and how well her chest filled out her shirt.

“Hi there” She exclaimed in a very loving and giggly tone. Before I had a chance to respond she left the room and I heard her say “He is awake”.

I stood trying to listen to what was being said when suddenly Miss Eve walked into the room. As she pulled her cooking apron over her head she tossed it on the railing of this very large crib.

“Hi sleepy head” she gleamed. Her red t-shirt was squeezing her breasts together as she looked at me like this is normally how I take a nap.

“What is going on? Why am I in this thing?” I cried.

“Because I didn’t want my little boy having an accident on Mommy’s couch and so I can keep an eye on you” she whispered with an evil smile.

My need to go to the bathroom started to increase.

“But you have other people here” I whined.

“Sweetie, those are Mommy’s friends from out of town. I told them about what a good boy you could be and they wanted to see”.

“But you promised!”

“Awe, honey, it is still our little secret, Jenny, and Brandi live very far away and will probably never see you again. I promise our secret is safe,” she said reassuringly. “Did you have a good nap?” she asked as she leaned down to unbutton the bottom snaps of the onesie.

She gently turned me around and lifted the back flap of my pajamas. “Let’s check that diaper of yours”.

I could feel as she squeezed the back of my diaper together at the leg cuffs. Then she used the palm of her hand to smush the diaper up against my bottom and test the consistency. Finally, she had one more test and I felt a hint of cold air as she pulled the top of the diaper away from my skin to peek down the back.

“All dry!” she said.

I was reminded of my urge to get to a toilet, and soon. Suddenly, it became too much and I winced with my knees in, holding the front of my diaper. I knew it was a mistake because Miss Eve noticed and smiled.

“I really need to blow my nose, can I go to the bathroom?” I quickly asked.

“Now I know you got a spankin for trying to go to the bathroom once before, are you wanting another one, or are you just needing Mommy’s attention?” she asked as sweet as can be.

“But I want to get down!” I fussed.

“Is that all?” she asked. “Well I do believe you know what Mommy wants in order to make that happen, don’t you?”

Without even thinking I looked down and slowly nodded yes while I put my thumb in my mouth and started to suckle. She leaned down so she was face to face with me and pulled my chin up gently.

"Are you gonna be a good boy for Mommy and her friends and make a stinky poopy diaper?“

She said it as if she already knew the answer. I nodded yes.

As if I had no choice she said, "Mommy can guess it’s probably gonna be a soggy diaper too,” (as I was) still sucking my thumb. I nodded in agreement.

“Good boy, now let’s take off that onesie so we can see what a mess you make.”

She pulled the clothing off and pulled a t-shirt over my head. The shirt just barely covered the first row of teddy bears on the front of my diaper. Again, my sensation that signaled I should head to the bathroom got stronger and I didn’t have much time. I had to figure out a way to get out of this crib, and quickly, or I was going to fill my thick diaper while Mommy and her friends watched. Mommy left the room and a different girl walked in, and I decided I couldn’t hold it any longer. I grabbed the wooden pegs of the crib. I was facing the wall out of sheer embarrassment. I squatted slightly in hopes of keeping the mess in one spot in the back of the diaper and not all over me.

“Eve!” the girl called out.

“Are you goin potty?” Mommy said as she walked in the room.

“Uh huh” I said as I started to lose control and push. I could feel the diaper area around my bottom slowly move away as I forced a mushy mess into the back of my diaper.

“What a good boy!” Mommy said and I felt a hand gently mash the lump under my bottom. “Ok let’s see the front,” she said as she turned me around.

I sucked my thumb, and gave in. The warm flood soaked the front of the diaper and it was immediately apparent how bad I had to go.

“Oh my, what a soggy diaper this is,” Mommy said as she squeezed the bottom front of the saturated disposable.

I was done, and too embarrassed to look at Mommy and her pretty friends. I tried to turn away ever so carefully so as not to make a bigger mess than I already had.

I heard Mommy ask “Did you want some milk and cookies?” and I told her I did.

She came back in and put a plate of chocolate cookies down. Then, she leaned down with that evil smile and said, “Maybe you should sit and eat them” knowing how much I was avoiding what was in the seat of the stinky diaper.

Before I could react she picked me up under my arms and slowly sat me down. I could feel the gooey firmness of my mess smear all over my bottom and even squeeze between my legs. The damage was done, so I just sat and ate my snack. When I was done Mommy walked in.

“Oh my, I think somebody has a poopy diaper!” she exclaimed.

She stood me back on my feet gave another squeeze in the back and peeked into a leg cuff just to make sure.

“Does my little boy need his diaper changed?”

I nodded.

“Mommy has to clean up the kitchen, so I will be back ok?”

Just as I was starting to get upset, the same brown haired girl from before came in the room with a diaper and a tub of wipes in her hand. Embarrassed, I backed away from the front of the crib.

"Hi pumpkin, don’t be shy. I’m Jenny and I’m here to make it all better, now let’s get you out of that dirty diaper” she said.

She laid me down and pushed my shirt up exposing the soggy bulge in the front. As she pulled the tapes back I started to yawn. I closed my eyes while she changed me. Once she was done she closed the crib and I took a nap. I woke up a bit later and I was allowed to leave.

Since that time I have been trying to come up with excuses of why I cannot come in. Miss Eve usually gets her way though because of my secret diaper love.

As I realized again where I was, standing there in front of the boxes of diapers, she asked again, “So are you gonna be a big helper for Mommy?”

I hesitated for a second.

“How about we make a deal?” she asked. “You help Mommy by trying on a couple of diapers, and if you can stay completely dry by the time we are done you will be free to go”.

“Is that just for today?” I asked.

“Nope, you won’t ever have to come see Mommy if you don’t want to”.

“Ok, but what’s the other part of the deal?” unsure of why I even wished to know.

“If during our fitting you have to use your diapy and you can’t stay dry, you will have to do whatever Mommy says, and come inside whenever I ask”.

I swallowed nervously, and agreed. This is my chance, I thought, to stop allowing her to control me. Plus, I didn’t need to go to the bathroom so I shouldn’t have any trouble staying dry.

She went into the kitchen, “Are you thirsty? I have some juice”.

I kind of needed something to drink but I knew it couldn’t be too much.

“Sure, I’ll have a little” I said and she brought me out a glass.

I slowly drank as she started to open one of the boxes. She pulled back the flaps and that magical smell filled the room. She pulled out a diaper that looked very familiar and I’m pretty sure I had worn one before at her house.

“Ok sweetie, come lay down for Mommy.”

I did as I was told hoping this would be the last time. She pulled off my pants and underwear and slid the diaper under my bottom. She pulled the front up between my legs and taped both sides.

“All done, now stand up so Mommy can see”.

As I got to my feet I felt something. I had to go to the bathroom. I was determined to forget about the sensation and make it through this dry. I could feel her behind me grabbing, and pulling at the diaper to check the snugness.

“Well those fit great!” she said gleefully.

“Uh huh,” I commented holding back the pressure that was building inside.

“Why don’t we go upstairs to try on the others, that way if they are ok, I can put them away now.”

I wasn’t going to make it upstairs, but I couldn’t let her know.

“Go on up and wait for me honey, Mommy will be up in a second to try on the next one”.

I practically sprinted up the stairs to try and figure out what I should do. I looked for a place to hide but there was nothing. Finally I realized that I had no other option. I stood next to the crib and watched in the mirror as the back of my diaper started to stick out further and further. The smell immediately filled the room and I knew I was caught. After that I figured there was no point in hiding so I went potty too filling up my once dry diaper. I just stood there, waiting to face Mommy and accept my fate. The door slowly opened, and there she stood as the smell immediately gave me away. She slowly walked over to me and kneeled down so she was at eye level.

“Do you have something to tell Mommy?” she asked.

I nodded as I put my head down and started to suck my thumb.

“And what would that be?” she asked.

I pulled my thumb out and looked at her, “I made a poopy diaper”.

“Yes, you did, just like a good boy, what a stinky poopy diapy,” she said happily. “From looking at the front I would say that diaper is anything but dry honey.”

I nodded in agreement.

“Well Mommy can definitely smell it, but let’s just be sure shall we?”

She stood up and leaned over me. She took her hand and slowly but firmly smushed the back of the diaper spreading the warm mess all over me. Then she pulled the back away to peek.

“My goodness” She said. “You weren’t able to stay dry” she said in a very tragic and disappointing tone.

“I tried Mommy!” I explained.

“I know you did, but since you couldn’t, Mommy will be in charge going forward. I think it’s time for your nap honey, can you be a big helper and get Mommy what she needs to change your stinky diaper?”

“Yea” I said.

“Good boy, I’m gonna need some wipes, some powder, and a fresh diaper, feel free to grab a new diaper out of the box” she said.

“I thought those were for the boy you babysit” I replied.

She smiled “Sweetie, that boy is you. I knew you couldn’t stay dry, so all of those wonderful diapers are yours, and Mommy will make sure they get used.”

I went and grabbed the supplies she had requested. When I got back, she was sitting on the floor waiting for me.

“What a good little helper, come to Mommy” as she patted the floor in front of her. “Since you did so good we are going to get you out of that messy thing right now.”

This is exactly why Emma is still in diapers. This happened in the book section right before we checked out with her new toys!

“What, sweetheart?” he asked as we continued to walk down the grocery aisle. I could not bear to finish my request.

I was already so humiliated. I was in a dress that was just a little too short and my free hand constantly tugged at the edge in an attempt to cover my thick puffy diaper. I had already wet it which was bad enough, causing it to swell beyond what I could possibly cover, but now I felt like I was going to mess myself, and there was no way I could do that, not here, not in the grocery store, not in public. I felt so little walking next to my daddy in my wet diaper, holding onto his hand; I only stood up to his chest and I had to look up to talk to him.

“Do you have to potty?” he asked, and I nodded, mortified.

“Sweetheart, just go in your diaper. I’ll change you afterwards.”

He let go of my hand to pick a box of cereal off the shelf. I waddled away, the pressure in my belly rising. It was unavoidable, and I knew he would not let me use the toilet. I had no choice. I spread my legs and squatted slightly and started to uncontrollably mess in my diaper. I could feel the poop push out into my diaper, which must have been clearly visible to any onlookers. My face was turning bright red as I felt myself mess my already wet diaper like a little baby, and I started to tear up and cry. My daddy turned to me when he heard me grunting and smiled as he saw me squatting with my red face.

“Are you messing your diaper? Good girl,” he said to me as I finished messing my diaper, sniffling. “Shh,” he said, pulling a pacifier out of his pocket and popping it into my mouth to calm my tears.

Ashley walked around the corner to greet her cousins.  As she did so she noticed her cousin who was her age, and also a freshman in college stop what she was saying to her mom and look at how Ashley was dressed in her footed sleeper with a paci in her mouth.

“Umm, Ashley, why are you dressed like a baby?” Her cousin asked

Before Ashley could say anything her mom jumped in.

“Well we might as well tell you this now since you’ll be here for a week.  Ashley wears diapers and baby clothes.  She also sleeps in a crib and gets changed on a changing table. She no longer wears panties or uses the toilets, and if she has to pee or poop she goes in her diapers.”

“What? Why in the world is she wearing diapers?”

“Because she chose to.”

“She did?”

“Yes, about 9 months ago I was cleaning her room and I happened to find an open pack of diapers in her room.  When we confronted her about them she admitted that she liked wearing diapers and acting like a baby.  So we made a little deal with her and now she is treated like a toddler 24/7.”

“Wow!  Well it’s a bit different, but I think it’s kinda cute too.  Would you like me to change her if she needs it this week while I’m here?”

“That would be a big help.  In fact if I’m not mistaken I think Ashley is going poopy right now.”

Her mom and cousin watched as Ashley scrunched up her face and clenched her fists and started rhythmically sucking her pacifier as she slightly bent her knees and pushed a load of firm poop into the seat of her diaper causing her diaper to expand inside her sleeper and cause the mess to squish against her backside.  It was nothing new to Ashley though, who absolutely loved it.