Abdl/Omo Enjoyer

Lydia walked down the street holding her Mum’s hand, trying to ignore the pointing and laughing from passers-by. Her twenty-one year old body was crammed into a too-tight Hello Kitty top, a modest white skirt, and matching tights. Her black buckled shoes clacked loudly as they hit the pavement, drawing even more eyes in her direction. To complete the look, her blonde hair had been done up in a pair of childish pigtails.

She could feel herself blushing furiously. Her regression sentence mandated that she dress as if she were no more than four years old, and her Mum had embraced the court’s decision enthusiastically, picking her new outfit from the complementary wardrobe straight away so she had something to walk home in.

A group of girls fell about laughing as they passed. “Awww!” one of them cooed, mockingly. “What a cute toddler!”

“Isn’t she adowable?” another teased in baby talk.

A third made kissy faces at her, eyes glinting sadistically.

Lydia scowled and gripped her Mum’s hand more tightly, but her mother just tittered. “You’d better get used to being treated like that, sweetie,” she said, as they walked on past the girls. “Until the end of your regression sentence, you’re just a silly little girl. I know it’s embarrassing, but hopefully it will teach you not to deal drugs!”

a sequel to this story.

it had been 3 weeks since michael's humilating accident, resulting in his older brother joseph taking away his underwear, leaving him with nothing but pull-ups.

"it's for your own good," joseph had said. "if you can't hold it, you need protection."

since then, joseph had mostly left michael alone. michael, being home from college for the summer, spent a lot of time at his family home. his brother and parents all worked during the day, giving him lots of time to himself.

today was a particularly warm day, and even with the ac on michael wasn't able to cool down sufficiently. since he was home alone and would be for the next several hours, he figured it wouldn't hurt to take off his shorts. he looked down at his exposed pull-up, his face warming. even though he was mostly used to it after 3 weeks, it was still an embarrassing predicament to be in.

michael booted up the playstation and opened his favorite game. none of his friends were online, so he decided to start a match with online randos. he took a swig of his diet coke and began playing.

about an hour later, he had downed the rest of his soda and a second can. he felt a pressure in his bladder, telling him it was probably time to get up and use the bathroom, but he ignored it. he was in the middle of a match he couldn't pause and didn't want to lose. switching to water, he took another sip and continued playing.

this went on for another hour. michael kept drinking, playing, and trying to ignore the growing pressure in his bladder. eventually, though, his bladder demanded attention.

one more match, he thought to himself. surely he could hold it.

finally, he was satisfied with his game. he looked down at his pull-up and began to stand up. his bladder spasmed and he doubled over, reaching a hand between his legs to hold himself.

fuck, he thought to himself. i didn't realize i had to go this bad.

he gave his dick a reassuring squeeze, surprised to find it semi-hard. intrigued by the pleasure, he began slowly rubbing the front of his pull-up.

since his forced accident a few weeks ago, he hadn't been forced into anymore. he'd been allowed to use the bathroom like normal, with no restrictions. he knew that joseph wouldn't be satisifed with simply making him wear the pull-up with no further attention, so he figured that additional humiliation would be coming, but he wasn't sure when.

"please, let me go," he said, out loud to no one. his face burned brightly. what was he doing? "fuck, i can't hold it any longer."

he squeezed his dick again and pressed his legs tightly together, trying as hard as he could to prevent the accident he knew was coming. he'd put off using the bathroom for too long, and now he would face the consequences. of course, if he wanted to, he probably could have gotten up and made it on time. but he was having too much fun. he would change out of his wet pull-up before joseph got home and no one would know.

"i can't hold it any longer, please let me go," he begged to no one. "i'm going to wet myself. i don't want to have a -- " he moaned.

"-- an accident."

with that, he felt his bladder spasm one last time, emptying itself into the soft padding.. he watched as it expanded more and more, sure it was going to leak. but he finished, and the pull-up held it all, miraculously.

"fuck," he said aloud. his dick was rock hard in the pull-up, straining against the wetness, which only served to humiliate him even further.

he stood up, ready to change, when a wave of tiredness swept over him. it must be the heat, he thought to himself. he looked over at his bed, which looked ever so inviting. he still had hours until anyone else would be home -- a short nap wouldn't hurt, right?

almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out. asleep, he couldn't know just how much he looked -- in just a t-shirt and wet pull-up -- like a bedwetting toddler. he slept soundly on, blissfully unaware.

hours later, michael was jolted awake by his older brother's harsh, incredulous voice.

"wake up, bro," joseph said. he couldn't believe what he was looking at -- his little brother asleep in his pull-up, and by the looks of it, it was soaked. "you really pissed the bed, huh? good thing i took your undies away."

michael wasn't sure if he should cover his pull-up or his face, so he just lay their, dumbfounded and unmoving. he wanted to protest, that he didn't wet the bed, he just... he just purposefully peed in his pull-up, fully awake and aware. he couldn't find the words to explain himself, so instead he remained silent, burning in his shame.

"put these on," joseph said, throwing michael a pair of gym shorts. "we're going out."

I want to be treated like a little boy.

I want you to help me pick out what to wear, and put on my clothes.

I want you to ask me if I have to potty, because little boys don’t always remember to stop when they’re playing.

I want you to ask me which superhero is on my underwear today, and wonder out loud whether they’ll have to fight the Evil Pee Monster.

I want you to check and make sure that my pants aren’t wet every so often.

I want you to gasp loudly and say, “uh-oh!” when you find I couldn’t stay dry.

I want you to take me by the hand to go change into something dryer, and more appropriate.

I want you to gently but firmly make me put on my pull-ups that you brought with against my protests.

I want you to reassure me that it’s ok to have accidents sometimes, that’s just what little boys do.

I want you to give me my paci to calm me down when I fuss about my new, thicker underwear.

I want you to help me take my pants off so you can check my pull-ups when we get home.

I want you to ask me when my pull-ups got wet ,and how, and why didn’t I say anything to you.

I want you to take me over your lap when I admit I didn’t even try to make it to the potty.

I want you to pull down my wet pull-ups and spank me while commenting on how disappointed you are that I don’t seem to care about not going pee pee in my pants.

I want you to hold me close, and gently rub my red bottom and tell me it’s ok while I cry softly into your chest.

I want you to stand up and tell me that it’s bedtime, and therefore diaper time.

I want you to drag me away while I protest that I don’t need diapers, and it’s still daylight outside.

I want you to ask me if I’ve already forgotten my sore bottom, since backtalk results in spankings.

I want you to lay me down on the diapers you laid out and powder and lotion my bottom.

I want you to tell me that I must be a very little boy indeed to still need diapers at my age.

I want you to ask me if I secretly wanted to be back in diapers when you see how turned on I’ve become.

I want you to tease me about my diapers getting wet during the night while you tape me securely into them.

I want you to give me my paci and cuddle me, and call me little one, and pat and rub my bottom while telling me that you don’t mind that I’m just a little boy, even when I’m naughty.

As Kevin stood on all fours at the edge of his bed, feeling his warm pee spreading to the back of his padding, he was thinking, "How did this happen? Why doesn't my body listen to me? I should resist!" His constant stream of thoughts was interrupted by a familiar voice. "Aww, is my baby boy making peepees in his cute baby diaper?" The guy was speaking to Kevin as if he were a toddler, emphasizing the word "baby." Then, he put his hand on the back of Kevin's diaper and squeezed the wet padding before continuing to talk.

"You're probably wondering what's going on right now. Let me explain while you can still understand me. My name is Tennet. Does that sound familiar to you? I hope so, because I can't forget the name of the guy who made my high school years miserable. I hated every day at school because of you. Even after we graduated, I still have nightmares where you beat me until I looked like a living meatball. I started seeing a psychiatrist to deal with my nightmares, and he introduced me to the world of hypnosis. He helped me overcome my fears, and when I mentioned you, he suggested that your aggressive behavior might stem from your childhood. That's when I got the idea to use hypnosis to give you a new, happy childhood."

"I'm glad you were excited when I told you about this. Oh, you probably don't remember because you were too busy sucking me off in front of your friends. You were so cute when you messed your white briefs and begged me to put you back in your baby diapers."

" Now, when I snap my fingers, you'll push out all of your big boy thoughts in your diaper and become as smart as a two-year-old baby."

With a snap of his fingers, Kevin began pushing. The warm mess spread around his bottom, as he forgot how to drive a car, do algebra, basic math, tie his shoes, read, and even use the potty.

Now, Kevin sat with a load in his diaper, thinking, "It's so warm. I love when it's warm and squishy, and the sound I make when I push my poopies is so funny." Then, he heard a hissing sound. "I love how peepees sound. I want Daddy to squish my diaper."

“No, it’s not my fault I didn’t even feel it was happening” Luke Cried pleading to his roommate and Best friend.

“that’s why you’re back in diapers, because you’ve been wetting the bed and wetting yourself for the last two weeks like some little toddler,” Chase said pulling blue shorts down completely. “See how wet you are, go lay on your bed it’s time for your diaper change little boy.”

Luke slowly walked into his bedroom and lay down on his back at the edge of his bed. He knew he had no choice his accidents were unpredictable and Chase was the one that was taking care of him now in regards to his incontinence. It seemed like he was being treated more and more like his best friends little boy.

“I don’t want you to be fussy anymore about your diaper changes and from now on when we’re at home you’re not going to cover your diaper with shorts or anything. Also I think it’s time for you to throw out your underwear you’re obviously not going to be wearing them anymore” Chase said in a stern tone.

Luke looked at Chase in shock. “You can’t do that! I’m not some kind of baby! I’m not your little boy! I’m not your little boy,” he protested weakly, feeling his cheeks redden.

“Don’t make me spank your bottom, Luke,” Chase warned, his voice firm but not unkind. He pulled out a thick, white diaper from the plastic package on the bedside table. The crinkling sound filled the room as he unfolded it. “You’re acting like a baby, so I’m treating you like one until you start acting like an adult about this.”

“Please Chase, I’m not your child,” Luke whimpered, his voice trembling as he stared at the diaper in his friend’s hands. The plastic smell of it filled his nostrils, a scent that was all too familiar now.

Ignoring his protests, Chase began to wipe Luke clean with a baby wipe, the coldness making him flinch. “You’re wetting the bed like one, so this is what you get. Now, hold still,” he ordered, his voice softening slightly.

With trembling hands, Luke complied as Chase pulled the clean, dry diaper under him, aligning it with his legs. The feeling of the soft material against his bare skin sent a strange mix of embarrassment and comfort through him. He watched as Chase secured the diaper in place with strong, efficient movements, the tapes sticking with a finality that made his stomach churn.

“Now are you going to obey me or do you need a punishment?” Chase asked, raising an eyebrow as he tucked the front of the diaper into the crotch.

“I-I’ll be good,” Luke stuttered, feeling the cushion between his legs and the humiliation wash over him.

“Good boy,” Chase said, patting the diaper. “Now, remember, no hiding it from me anymore. If you have an accident, tell me right away, okay?”

Luke nodded, his face burning with embarrassment. The reality of his situation was setting in, and he knew that he had to accept it. He was now living in a world where his best friend saw him as someone who needed to be treated like a child.

Chase smiled at Luke, seeing his submission and acceptance. It was like Luke was his child now, and he felt a strange sense of satisfaction in caring for him in such an intimate way. He knew it was for the best, but couldn’t help the thrill of power it gave him.

“You know I’m always here for you Luke,” Chase said gently, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and dominance. “But you need to understand that this is for your own good. I’ll take care of you, just like a daddy would.”

The word “daddy” echoed in Luke’s mind, sending a shiver down his spine. He hadn’t realized how much he’d come to rely on Chase’s care, how much he needed the structure and discipline that came with it. Despite the humiliation, there was something comforting about being taken care of in such a way.

“Yes… Daddy,” Luke murmured, the words slipping out almost unconsciously. He felt a strange mix of fear and comfort at the new dynamic that had developed between them. Thing were going to be quite different for the former womanizer now that he was under his best friends care.

“That also means no more women since I don’t think you want them to see you in your diapers,” Chase added, watching as Luke’s eyes widened in horror.

“What? No, I can’t give that up,” Luke protested, his voice rising in panic.

“Do you think a woman is going to want a man who helplessly wets the bed?” Chase questioned, his tone firm. He knew that the mention of Luke’s love life was a sensitive topic, but it was one that needed to be addressed. “You’re going to have to focus on getting better before you can think about that, and I’ll be the one helping you with that.”

Chase began to run the front of Luke’s diaper through his hands, feeling the softness and thickness of the material that now contained Luke’s manhood. “I’ll be the one to decide when you’re ready for that again,” he said, a hint of smugness in his voice. “Unless you want Daddy to take care of you instead?”

Luke’s face flushed even deeper as he processed the implication. “I… I don’t know what you mean,” he stuttered, trying to ignore the sudden heat between his legs.

Chase rubbed Luke’s diapered crotch gently, watching his friend’s reaction closely. “You know, I could help you with that, too,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “If you’re a good boy and follow all the rules, maybe Daddy can give you the attention you crave. You needed to end your womanizing ways anyway, don’t you think?”

“No stop…this isn’t right,” Luke managed to say, his voice shaky, but his protests were feeble as he felt Chase’s hand move in a way that was definitely not for changing purposes. The warmth of his friend’s touch against his sensitive skin was confusing him, making his thoughts swirl.

“Your becoming an adult baby, I mean it’s quite obvious with your bedwetting and now day wetting. How long will it be before you poop in your diaper too?” Chase smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he poked Luke’s diapered stomach playfully.

Luke gasped, his eyes wide with shock and arousal. He hadn’t even considered that possibility, and the thought of being so completely dependent on Chase was both terrifying and oddly exciting. “I-I won’t, I promise,” he stammered, trying to push the thought away.

“But why shouldn’t you? A baby needs diapers and your already wearing one. Doesn’t it make sense just to poop in it too?” Chase said with a wink, his hand still lingering on Luke’s crotch.

“I-I don’t know,” Luke whispered, feeling a strange mix of fear and excitement. He had never considered the possibility of losing complete control over his bowel movements, but the idea of being fully dependent on Chase was strangely tempting.

“You have to poop right now don’t you, baby boy?” Chase said with a knowing smirk, watching the panic flit across Luke’s face. “It’s okay, Daddy’s here to help.”

Before Luke could respond, he felt a warm, firm pressure on his stomach as Chase began to rub in gentle circles. “Just relax and let it out,” he coaxed. “You know it’s what babies do in their diapers.”

The room grew quiet, except for the sound of their breathing, and Luke’s heart pounded in his chest. He couldn’t believe he was considering this, but the thought of pooping in the diaper was becoming less repulsive and more… natural. He took a deep breath and felt his body begin to obey Chase’s instructions. His cheeks grew warm with the effort, and he squeezed his eyes shut, hoping it would be over quickly.

Luke grunted as he pushed, feeling his muscles tense and release, and before he knew it, his body had complied with the humiliating demand. A warm, thick sensation filled the back of the diaper, and he couldn’t help but whimper at the sheer mortification. His face was a deep shade of crimson as he looked up at Chase, who was watching him with a mix of amusement and authority.

“Good boy,” Chase praised, his voice filled with satisfaction. “Now you’re truly my little baby. No more girls or sex like a big boy, only diapers and Daddy’s care.”

The words sent a jolt through Luke, the reality of his new life sinking in. His body felt heavy with the weight of the soiled diaper and his cheeks burned with shame. Yet, there was a part of him that felt a strange comfort in the degradation, a part that had always craved this kind of dominance and care.

Chase masturbated Luke through the diaper, the thick material providing a barrier that somehow made the act feel even more depraved. Luke’s body responded against his will, his hips bucking slightly at the unfamiliar sensation of being treated so intimately by another man. The diaper grew even warmer as he came, the feeling of his release trapped against his skin. He couldn’t believe what had just happened, and the thought of it made him feel even more pathetic.

“You only get to cum when you have a poopy diaper and only when I say you can, understand baby Luke?” Chase said with a firm nod, his hand still wrapped around Luke’s diapered crotch.

Luke’s eyes watered with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure as he nodded. “Yes… Daddy,” he murmured, the title slipping out almost instinctively now.

“That’s it boy, listen to Daddy’s voice, stare at the screen and go back to that nice safe place.

The more you suck on that pacifier the deeper you go. Good boy, suck it hard. 

Now, remember what I told you before, that diaper is locked on, as hard as you try you can’t get it off, yes it embarrasses you but little boys like you can’t be trusted not to mess themselves can they? So today we are going to add something new. Soon I will wake you up and send you to work. Make sure to check your phone regularly, Daddy will be sending you texts as usual. Whenever you see the word ‘pee-pee’, your bladder will open and you will piss your diaper. Whenever you see the word ‘poo-poo’ your bowels will open and fill your diaper with boy poo. you won’t know why, it will just happen automatically. you will be scared and mortified and tomorrow morning you will beg me to put you in a new diaper, you will fully understand you have no control, fully understand you need Daddy to save you from piss soaked and shit filled pants. 

(a sequel to this story)

alex wasn’t just content with his brother matt wearing diapers during their vacation — he intended to make matt use them as well.

the nighttime wetting was the easiest. it was as though the diapers had given matt a sense of security that reverted him back to his bedwetting self — psychologically, his body knew that if the sheets were protected, there was no need to wake matt up to pee. the first night, he woke up as he was pissing into his diaper. after that, he slept blissfully through his accidents.

this still wasn’t enough for alex. during the day, he made matt ask for permission to use the bathroom. permission that never came, of course. combined with the countless drinks alex slid matt’s way, his diapers were wet more often than not. matt, threatened with pictures that would be sent to his girlfriend and roommates, was powerless to stop this humiliation.

somehow, their parents never caught on to the fact that their oldest son was pissing himself regularly throughout the week, and a week went by and it was time to go home.

“tell you what bro,” said alex. “here’s your boxers back. if you can stay dry until we get home, i’ll give you the rest of your underwear back and i’ll delete all the photos i took of you. if you can’t stay dry, then we’ll have to implement some more permanent changes.”

matt was right to be hesitant. he knew his brother must have been up to something. “what’s the catch?”

“no catch. you can use the bathroom whenever you want. just don’t piss yourself.”

this would turn out to be easier said than done.

their mom was a nervous flyer, so as soon as they made it through airport security she was at the airport bar.

“want anything?” she asked her sons after she ordered a glass of wine.

“let’s get a couple beers,” said alex.

matt, never one to turn down free alcohol, gladly accepted. alex knew their mom would want a second round, and when the time came he ordered a sprite for himself and another beer for matt.

as matt drank down his second drink, alex slipped a little sleeping medicine into the sprite. “finish this for me, yeah?” he said, sliding it over to matt. matt hesitated, then took the drink. what could be the harm? he could use the bathroom whenever he wanted, after all.

and he did, right before they boarded. alex didn’t mind. why would he?

matt began to feel tired as he sat down in the window seat, alex next to him. their parents were a few rows ahead, sitting in aisle seats across from each other. matt yawned as the flight attendants did their safety presentation.

“you tired?” asked alex, feigning innocence.

“yeah,” said matt. “i’ll be fine though. i’ll sleep through the flight and be refreshed when we land”

“let me know if you need me to get up so you cam go to the bathroom,” said alex.

they took off. alex was glad that matt managed to stay awake long enough for the flight attendants to offer a drink. matt ordered a glass of wine and used their dad’s credit card to pay for it.

half an hour later he was out like a light, resting his head on the tray table.

night night, bro, alex thought. it wouldn’t be long now before —

alex watched in glee as the front of matt’s pants began to darken. the alcohol, the sleeping medicine, the reliance on diapers for the last week had all caught up to matt, and he was pissing himself in his sleep, right on the airplane. alex grinned as he took another photo of his brother in wet pants to add to the collection.

but it wasn’t his fault. the diapers were so thirsty, they were greedy, they begged to be swollen and thick. the diapers yearned for his piss and he couldn’t help but provide them with what they desired.

he could prove it, too. all he needed was to get his hands on some underwear, and he wouldn’t have accidents anymore. he knew this to be true. after all, it wasn’t his fault, it was the diapers’ fault.

after class he snuck into the locker room. his heart pounded, his face red hot as he waited for it to empty. if he got caught he wouldn’t know how to explain himself. but the thick, soaked padding between his legs reminded him why he needed to do this. he looked around one last time, and with the coast clear, he peeked into the closest gym bag. there, almost perfectly laid out for him, were a stranger’s boxer briefs. hardly thinking, hypnotized with the desire to prove himself right, he snatched the underwear and stuffed it into his own bag.

it was the diaper between his legs that made him do it. ever thirsty, it demanded he wet himself again. helpless to the padding, he obeyed. the diaper swelled even further, and he knew that one more wetting would cause it to leak.

his heart was still pounding when he got back to his dorm room. he slid off his pants, looking at the soaked diaper between his legs that made him wet himself over and over again. today, though, this would end. with the underwear on he would be cured. he knew it had to be true. because he wasn’t a bedwetter, he wasn’t a pantswetter. he was 18 and in college, he belonged in boxers and boxer briefs.

he undid the tapes and the diaper fell to the ground with a satisfying thud. he pulled on the stranger’s boxer briefs, the thinness of the fabric unfamiliar to him after all these weeks in diapers. he touched himself through the underwear, just like he used to.

suddenly, there was a pressure in his bladder. it intensified quickly, and within seconds he had to squeeze himself to keep from peeing. he had to make it to the bathroom, and quickly, before… before…

it happened all at once. he began pissing into his underwear, into his hands, unable to stop the flow. falling to his knees, he looked down at himself in shame, and then caught a glimpse of the diaper on the floor, the yellow padding taunting him. almost as if to say, “it won’t be that easy to get away from me.”

after a minute he stopped peeing. he looked at himself in the mirror, his face red and his eyes welling with tears.

It was an otherwise perfect day. The sun shined in the sky, no clouds in sight. Not too hot, not too cold. A light breeze trickled through the trees.

A perfect day for a picnic with friends.

You look around at your friends, all cheerfully lost in conversation and the impressive charcuterie spread your girlfriend put together. You’d be jealous of their carefree enjoyment—if you weren’t battling a more pressing problem.

A terrible, unavoidable problem. Dread consumed your mind. There was no escape. Your girlfriend would never allow you to run off and fill your diaper.

You were going to fill your diaper right here, surrounded by your friends. Your humiliating secret—and the soul-crushing diapers necessary to contain your accidents—was about to become common knowledge.

“Just changed you x amount of time ago and you’re already wet again?”

“You’re such a little baby, sitting in your wet diaper.”

“You don’t have potty privileges. You can sit right there in your diaper and go potty like the baby you are.”

“Show Mommy/Daddy how wet you are baby. Knowing you, I’m sure you’re not dry. You never are for long.”

“No you’re not allowed to change. You’re just a baby. You’re not to be concerned about your little diapies. That’s Mommy’s/Daddy’s job.”

“Time for a diaper check baby. I don’t care if you didn’t go. You’re too little to be able to check on your own.”

“Go put on a diaper, then you can potty. No toilet for my little baby.”

“You’re so fucking wet and you love it don’t you?”

“Put some panties on over that wet diaper. I want every inch of that pressed against you so you don’t forget what a little baby you are.”

“Piss yourself for me, like my little baby.”

“Tell me how much of a baby you are while you press that wet diapie against yourself.”

“Mommy/Daddy is going to go potty in the toilet while you sit there in your little wet diapie like a proper baby.”

“Oh you want to be sassy? There’s goes your opportunity for a change. That’s another hour for you. I don’t care if you leak.”

“Let’s see how much those can hold. I’m sure Mommy/Daddy’s little one can fill those up in no time.”

“No big boy/girl panties today. I think today will be a no potty privileges day for my baby. “

“You’re not a baby? Why don’t you say that to me again but this time press on that soaking diaper between your legs.”

“Aww you leaked? That’s okie sweetheart that’s what happens to babies that can’t control when they potty.”

“You wanna use the big kid potty? Alright go sit on it but keep that diapie on. You can pretend you’re a big kid. Oh no, that’s not what you meant? I don’t care. Go. Now.”

“Go sit on the potty with your diaper on baby. Mommy/Daddy wants to see you try to go like a big kid. Your diaper will hold up, don’t worry.”

“Go put on a diaper. I don’t trust you to keep those pants clean. You’re just a baby after all.”

“Aw sweetie did you have an accident in your diapie? Such a good boy/girl for Mommy/Daddy.”

“That diaper is sagging something fierce baby. Good. Now you look like the baby you are. Sit down.”

“Since you like to not do what you’re told so much, why don’t you just go and pee your little pants. Show me how much of a big kid you are without your diapers.”

“If you don’t want to listen, you can put a fresh diapie on over that one. Then we will see how much you feel like being bratty, hm?”

“I want that diaper thicker. My baby is such a little potty pants, we have to make sure you’re properly protected.”

“You can’t walk properly? Good. You can crawl.”

“You’re squishy? Aw darling that means your diapers are working well.”

“My baby had an accident? Aw aren’t you glad Mommy/Daddy knew enough to put you in diapers?”

“Today is diaper day. No excuses or negotiation.”

“Look at my baby trying to be all tough when you’re sitting there in a soaked diaper. You’re cute when you try to be all big.”

“It’s little time. Diaper on, and pacifier in until Mommy/Daddy says. You talk with it in and you ask permission to take it out.”

“I said keep your paci in. Ten minutes humping that soaking little diaper of yours. Maybe that will teach you to listen to Mommy/Daddy.”

“I think you need a reminder of who owns that cute little tushy. Diapered and in the corner. Time out time. Don’t worry, your diapie will catch all your accidents”

“Yes sweetie, you look very big in those big kid undies. Now stop playing dress up and lets get you in a diaper.”

“Are you trying to hide that you’re wet? Oh silly, Mommy/Daddy already knew you were. Why do you think we asked for a diaper check?”

“I know you’re wet. The question is, how wet?”

“Lay on your tummy baby, and keep your paci in. You need some tummy time.”

“I love my little potty prince/princess.”

“You look so good with that paci in your mouth, why did I ever let you take it out?”

“Is my baby fussy? That’s get that little rush changed and down for a nap. No, you don’t get a choice.”

When people are very young, they tend to say that they can’t wait to get older. This was not the case for Lexi, she knew what getting older meant. And today was her 22nd birthday. Seemingly, the years were going by faster than she wanted.

“What did I even do last year?” she thought to herself.

Still, today was a good day, a fun day, with friends and family coming over for dinner. And she had a great time! She was happy to see all those people.  Then, her mother brought the cake. The guests singing Happy Birthday was depressing to Lexi, because it just meant another year going by.

“Why are there so many candles?” she thought. Twenty-two candles, one for every year. It was hard for her to look at.

“Make a wish!” said her mother. Lexi half-smiled to be polite, but she did wish something. She wished that she could stay twenty-two forever and when she blew on the candles, time froze. People were stuck mid-clap and mid-cheer.

A man in a suit had appeared. “Hello, Lexi. Happy Birthday.”

“Who are you?” 

“Me? Don’t worry about me. I’m just here to make a deal.” He took a dramatic pause. “I know what you wished for Lexi and I can give it to you.”

“What’s the catch?”

“Smart girl. If you want to fulfill your wish, and I assure you I’ll keep my side of the bargain, you’ll need to empty your bowels right here and now in front of everybody…once they’re back to normal.”

“I-I don’t think I understood.”

“Yes, you understood just right. But that’s really the least of it. Because once the wish is activated, and you can’t take it back, you will need diapers. You will need them because you will have very obvious and public accidents. In fact, you’ll never use the bathroom again. Any time you need to go, you’ll stop what you’re doing, announce it loudly and do it. That’ll be out of your control. But, you will be twenty-two forever, as promised. No, no, stop pinching yourself, this is real. You can tell this is real. So what will be Lexi? You’ll have just a few seconds, so be quick.”

“No, no, wait!” cried Lexi, rising from her seat.

With that, the man snapped his fingers, disappeared and everything else returned to normal. Lexi hesitated for a moment, but felt the pressure in her stomach and decided to push. 

“Are you okay, dear?” asked her mother.

It was surprisingly easy to push. She did have to grunt and turn red, but it certainly was coming out.. 

“I did it.” Lexi mumbled to herself. “Oh god.”

Everyone was coming to the realization of what had happened. Needless to say, they were all stunned. The smell hit them too.

“Thank you all for coming.” Lexi’s mother said. “We’ll just do some clean-up. Come on, Lexi.”

The guests looked at each other as Lexi left the room to change. 

“Uh-oh! I’m making tinkles!” Lexi shouted from her bedroom. And instead of doing anything to stop it, she stared at the puddle forming at her feet. What an odd sensation. She hadn’t been able to stop herself yet felt it thoroughly as it was happening. 

You desperately looked at the shore, lamenting how far away it was. You'd never make it in time. It was still at least 40 minutes away.

If you're lucky, you could hold it for five.

You hated these family vacations. Your parents still forced you to go, even though you were a senior in college. Vacations with family meant two weeks of your parents treating you like a child because you still weren't out of diapers.

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“What are you looking at!?” she glares, as you watch the stream run down to her ankles, “What do you mean, do I feel any different? Feel different how?

“Oh, god, is this about that stupid file you made me listen to? Look, I told you already, hypnosis isn’t real. Get over it. Sorry to burst your bubble. 

“Do I remember what it said? Uhhh… no, I kind of fell asleep listening to it. Wasn’t all that exciting, I guess.

“Okay, seriously -” she’s starting to sound annoyed, now - “I’m not talking about this anymore. I have to get to work, and right now I’m trying to figure out - ugh - why my jeans are so uncomfortable all of a sudden. 

“But, hey,” she chuckles, “thanks for the fifty bucks, I guess.”

“Ummmm, excuse me? Can I get some privacy in here, please? 

“What do you think I’m doing here? What I always do here. You know…

“Okay, fine! I wanted to show you I could still use the potty. I mean, it’s not like I have to go or anything,” she insists, though you can hear her tummy churning, “but then you had to be so mean about it and say I prolly forgot how… 

“Yeah, I know why I’m in diapies!” she’s clearly flustered, “I mean diapers. Rrgh. I had a couple accidents, okay? I don’t know, they just happened. I can still go potty like a big kid - I mean a big girl - I mean a growed-up - grrrr - I’m not a baby, okay?

“What do you mean, I clearly need my diapies? I mean diapies - ugggh!” she yells, her face glowing red, “No, of course they’re dry! I… I think?

“The new file? Yeah, I listened like you told me to. I don’t know why you like those so much, it’s not like they do anything,” she rolls her eyes, as her body shifts automatically into a squat, “plus, you said I’d get candy…

“Now could you not distract me? I’m trying to remember what to - hnnnnph - sorry, trying to remember what to do now…”

For a moment, she’s silent, looking around the bathroom and scratching her head, before she turns it back towards you and sniffs.

“Ew. What’s that smell?” 

For a moment, you wonder if that’s her mouth watering as she looks at the donuts. But no, she’s just drooling. Again. 

She probably doesn’t even remember how she got this reward, what new instructions she had to listen to to be holding them in her hands. Of course, there’s a lot she doesn’t remember lately - how to talk properly, how to walk properly, how to use the potty…

Well, that’s just what she gets for being so stubborn. Maybe, after she realized she’d wandered off to work in soaking wet jeans, she should have learned to stop taking your wagers. But no, she just kept on insisting that hypnosis wasn’t real, and kept signing up for everything you offered - and at a lower price, to boot. 

And now, that leaves her here. You know she’s just going to make a terrible mess of things if she eats on her bed, but you let her have her treat anyway. After all, she’s earned it.