Stories

"how was work today"

"how was hanging out with your friends"

"do you need help zipping your dress"

"are you ready to go"

It is:

"did you have fun at preschool today sweetie"

"how was your play date"

"aww princess let's get you dressed"

"have you gone to the bathroom? It's gonna be a long trip, like 15 minutes!"

I've been leading you around town all day and you're starting to get tired. We head back home, I toss you effortlessly on the bed and take your shoes off. Lifting up your skirt to reveal your yellow diaper I rub the bulk into your privates. After the tease, I hug you and start to cuddle.

You ask me if you can mess. "Of course sweetheart," what Daddy wouldn't want that? But you're worried you haven't eaten enough today to make a mess. Within seconds, I'm forcing blueberry baby food into your mouth. Your cheeks get full as I have to remind you to swallow. Even holding you nose at one point to help.

I slide a suppository deep into your bum though the side of your diaper. My finger in your bum makes you tingle, you wonder if Daddy will ever slide something else up there to help with your messy training. Before you start your fantasies, the feeling of a big mess fills your tummy. You look at me desperately. Embarrassed, you know there's no way out of messing your diaper as I watch closely. As the big bulge enters your diaper, tears come to your eye. I hold you and remind you of what a good girl you are as I press the mess across your diaper enforcing how much of a toddler you are.

I flip you around and grab the magic wand, buzzing your privates, you keep messing every time you cum for me. Once i'm sure you've had enough, I pull you to one side of the bed and untaped your diaper exposing your messy privates.

You hide you face behind your lamb stuffie. I tell you what a stinky little girl you've been. As I clean your privates, and place a fresh diaper back onto your princess parts, I place the wrapped up stinky diaper next to you for you to look at while I finish up. You look at it and think how pathetic i've made you, i've made you so little and weak. When i'm done you cling to me, asking for permission to watch a cartoon before bed.

October, the leaves are beginning to change. It's the season for our annual daddy/daughter adventure through the mountains. I rent a big 4runner to get us out of the city and deep into the mountains, but really because there's plenty of room for your car seat. I know you're clingy so I have to lock you into your seat while I drive for your own safety. I double-check the diaper bag full of mushy green baby food pouches and your favorite Trest diapers. Gazing over to see the excitement on your face, thrilled to be exploring the forest like a mindless toddler today.

We're about to leave so I pin you to the bed for a quick diaper change. I had to start pinning you down during diaper changes, We've been at this 24/7 dynamic for so long that you don't think you need to cooperate during changes. Of course, you're so easy to push around it doesn't really matter what you want, Daddy always gets his way. I spread your legs and slide your soggy nighttime diaper off. A wet wipe across your tiny little slit, and generous powder on both cheeks and around your legs. Making sure to rub the powder evenly across your butt, then tape a fresh diaper on you like a toddler would receive. I bought you new fleece-lined leggings to go over the top, then an oversized sweater that gobbles you up like a baby.

I lift you to my hip and effortlessly carry you to the back seat of the 4runner. I lock you into your babyish seat, kiss your forehead, and give a quick tickle to your tummy. You giggle as I gently force your pacifier into your mouth. We're finally taking to the road for a full day of daddy/daughter adventures.

We stop at Starbucks for Daddy's "super gross" black coffee and a chai to fill your bottle. I'm sure to ask for "kids' temp" so it won't burn your little taste buds and hand them your little bottle so they can fill it. I know it embarrasses you, everyone at Starbucks knows you have to drink from a bottle because you're not trusted to use big girl cups. We get our order, and as we drive away I glance back in the mirror to watch you suck your bottle like a pathetic toddler. It's moments like this when you're distracted by sugary goodness, I finally get a break from your whining. I take the moment of peace to enjoy all the work I've put into regressing you back into a diaper-dependent baby, having complete control over you is a dream come true.

Before too long you, all out of chai, you're bored, "Daddyyyyy, are we there yet?"

Knowing you like to annoy me with relentless questions on road trips, "Let's play a game baby girl. I spy something red"

"The leaves!" You reply, drooling a bit. You still haven't caught on to the fact I medicate your Chai's to turn you into a babyish mess.

"You're so smart princess, now your turn"

"I spy something brown," you say with a grin.

"The bark on the trees? The dirt? That barn?" I ask, running out of ideas.

I looked back to give up. There's drool on your sweater. You're looking down the front of your diaper at a brown bulge you've made. It starts to smell like a daycare. I should have known that my medicine always makes you mess. I pull off to a scenic point before the car fills with the smell of a toddler.

I unbuckle you and carry you to the trunk, holding your messy diaper bottom in my one arm. You're still drooling all over your pacifier. I brought Sluggie Wuggie, your stuffie, so you hide behind him out of embarrassment. It was a diaper blowout, the mess spread to your back even getting on your sweatshirt. I know messes like these make you feel extra little, you start to get emotional and cry.

"It's okay baby, you're being such a good girl for Daddy" I reassure you.

I strip you down and bring out the spare change of clothes. You've started to cooperate more out of sheer embarrassment of your whole back covered in your mess.

You can't help it, we've been having anal sex for the past month since you've been in chastity for disobeying me. All the stretching has permanently damaged your control, with the help of the medicine I've been giving you. I've taken all control away from you, what you've always desired. You just have to accept the fact you'll be in diapers for the rest of your life, but at least you know you're mine now.

After a few minutes, your clean princess parts lay there helpless in front of me. I brought you a surprise. I pull your wand out from the diaper bag. It's been the first time in weeks. I slowly start rubbing the front of your diaper, and you start to get impatient. I turn the wand on, and it buzzes in my hand, you reach for it. I pull it away, "No baby, let Daddy." I press the want into the front of your fresh new diaper as I ask;

"Who's Daddy's obedient little girl?"

You whisper "I'm Daddy's obedient little girl" in your baby voice.

"Good girl, can you hold your cummies for Daddy?"

You're desperately about to make cummies in your diaper, fighting it off as long as you can, I watch you squirm. Before, you can't take it anymore.

"You've been such a good girl for Daddy today, can you cum for Daddy?"

You finally release control and start shaking from your orgasm. Releasing a flood of pee into your diaper as you cum. I watch as you pathetically lose control, all for one orgasm.

"Such a good girl, just like Daddy trained you."

I put you back into your car seat, and continue up the mountain. Knowing you'll be a good girl for the rest of our trip. You'll be very thankful for letting you cum on our special trip. Your training program has made you so submissive, desperate to cum, only getting to release once per month. I remember you used to be so independent, having sex every night but now you're truly happy with a diaper and wand. I watch you dose off for a post-orgasm nap in your car seat through the rear view mirror. Still sucking your pacifier, making a drooling mess.

"Good girl" I reassure you as you fall asleep.

The rest of our trip is in part two.

Go ahead... put on your pampers, pull up your pullups...

Your diapers are so wonderful! they're so comfortable, and comforting!

Not only do you look super cute and babyish like this, but you can keep browsing tumblr and edging for hours!

There's no need to think about having to interrupt what you're doing just so you can go to the potty...

You can just keep scrolling and let your diaper get all soft, squishy, warm, and wet!

Besides...

a soft, squishy, warm, and wet diaper feels yummy just below your tummy...

So go ahead...

press your pampers into your princess parts

and of course... keep browsing tumblr in your thick diapers

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It's been brought to my attention that most lil babies don't fill their diapers suddenly without much warning....

So uhh maybe I need diapers pretty badly and you should help me with that.

1 like is 1 hour wearing diapers

1 reblog is 2 hours wearing diapers

The max is 1200hrs or roughly 50 days

You keep working, and working, and finally you're done. You stand up, but the loss of tension in your muscles means all the pee is coming down fast. You cram your hands between your legs on reflex but pull them away when someone walks by.

No good, no good. You waddle down the aisle trying to look as natural as possible (spoiler alert: you don't). Then you see it...puppy pads. Extra large and extra absorbent, for extra messy pups. You don't even think it through. You grab a pack, head into the break room, and tear them open. Drop it on the floor? No, no.... if someone comes in and sees you pissing on the ground, you'd die right there. You take a pad out and try to give it a rough fold. You unzip your pants and start cramming the puppy pad into your underwear. Before you can even pull your hand away, your body releases a stream of hot pee and you blissfully begin wetting yourself. You can't help but let out a whimper while a big goofy grin stretches across your face. You're peeing. You're having an accident right there at work. But somehow it's making you feel so good. The puppy pad is so bulky and reaches from your belly button to your butt cheeks. You're totally soaking it, and you can feel the warmth spreading over your tummy. Finally the stream slows down before coming to a complete stop, and you stand there with your own mess pressing between your legs.

Then it hits you: diaper. You just made yourself a big, puffy diaper just so you could piddle yourself at work. And now you're standing there in that soggy makeshift diaper and are in desperate need of a change.

Before you can figure out how to trash the pad without getting caught, the door of the staff lounge opens and you quickly zip up your pants.

You stand there making small talk with your coworker and try not to think about how you just soiled yourself at work and still have the mess strapped between your thighs. Your coworker sits down to take their lunchbreak and you realize that you're going to have to be the first one to leave. You waddle back out onto the floor and pick up where you left off. Every time you reach, bend, lift, or squat, you feel the pee-soaked puppy pad rub up against your skin. And if you didn't hate it enough before, you absolutely despise it once it grows cold and clammy.

I insisted on changing out of my soggy night time diaper into a clean, dry pull-up even though daddy said it was a bad idea because I hadn’t been to the potty yet…

I promised him it was ok because I’m a big girl and big girls don’t poop their pants. I said that at soon as I felt like I needed to go I’d drop everything and run to the potty so I’d definitely make it in time and wouldn’t make a mess in my pull ups.

Only it turns out that I’m not such a big girl after all… less than 10 minutes later my tummy started to rumble and I realised that IT was happening. And even worse, there was someone in the bathroom! I fidgeted and potty danced and tried my hardest to hold it in but I was just too little and ended up having an accident long before the potty was free…

I knew that daddy would be so cross with me that I tried to avoid him and hide it for a little while, but I hate wearing messy diapers so eventually plucked up the courage to waddle in to daddy’s office.

The timing of this ask couldn’t have been better bc my daddy @jay-saun has recently (like as of last week) been changing up my rules occasionally to see how much the no holding it 24/7 rules he’s had me follow since August have really been impacting my bladder. I’ve still been following the usual 24/7 no holding it rules outside of these little “tests” he’s given me, which have only lasted a few hours max. The results have been pretty eye opening/blushy, and they’ve definitely given me enough info to answer your question…which I’m going to do by writing up a convo that happened between my daddy and me earlier this week after one of my “big girl tests” (and naturally I have a couple pics of the aftermath to share too 🙈):

Daddy: I can’t believe you had another legitimate accident today, little girl!

Me: I knooow! 😩 I think I’m actually kinda in denial about it still…

Daddy: Are you sure you didn’t go potty in your pants just to get attention from daddy?

Me: Yes daddy, I really was trying my best to hold it!

Daddy: I don’t knooow…

Me: I promise daddy, I really didn’t wanna get my new care-bears pants or my office chair wet! 🥺

Daddy: Why didn’t you just get up and go potty like a big girl then?

Me: I really tried to, I just got caught in back to back meetings cause one of them went overtime and made me miss my potty break 🥺🥺

Daddy: Hmmm, maybe this little experiment we’ve been doing really has been working then…it sounds like you really do need diapers now, babygirl.

Me: *gets extra blushy and really wants to deny it but realizes that I kinda can’t* idkkk, maybe 🙈…but I think I should be ok as long as I don’t have a lot of back to back meetings 😅

Daddy: You need to learn to speak up and excuse yourself like a big girl when you have to go potty next time, ok princess?

Me: …buuut it’s sooo embarrassing, daddy 🥺🙈

Daddy: More embarrassing than going potty in your pants? All you have to do is say something like, “I’m sorry, but I have to run because I’ve got another meeting to get to”, then you can hurry to the bathroom before the next meeting starts.

Me: *is too whiney to respond as I melt into a blushy, babygirl puddle* 🙈🙈🙈

Samantha felt it again...

That dizzy, wonderfully freeing feeling she felt

Every single time that she Gulped down her Special Bottle

After being put in her Special High Chair

The very first time, she thought it was so silly. being treated like a baby, being put back in diapers, and being fed from a bottle in a highchair.

However, high up in her high chair, all the way off the floor, she really didn't have much to do. and she certainly didn't have anywhere to go. her highchair was just so impossibly tall for her to climb down from.

bored out of her mind, she looked at the baby bottle. it had just been warmed up, and she certainly was cold, wearing just a bib and a thick dumb baby diaper.

She decided that it might be a good idea to drink the bottle to stay warm. after all, its not like it would taste bad or anything, how bad could it be?

She decided to pick up the bottle in her hand, felt its weight and warmth. it was heavier than she thought it would be.

She brought the soft rubber nipple between her lips and began to taste the first few drops.

It wasn't bad at all. It tasted like milk with a little something else mixed in. Samantha couldn't quite put her finger on it. It was on the tip of her tongue...Literally

It was warm of course, so she felt herself warming up more and more as she drank. Like feeling hot chocolate warm you up on a cold day.

However this was more than just warm, it was tingly too. Like those first few shots of whisky, tingling down and loosening your hips and shoulders.

She felt herself get tingly as she drank. It was a nice feeling. it sure beat being cold.

As she kept drinking, she found herself feeling even warmer, more tingly...

She began feeling heavy and clumbsy, like she was drunk, but also light headed, fuzzy and free at the same time, like she was a puppet and her strings had been cut.

She found it hard to sit upright. Good thing she was in her special high chair. She was properly secured and supported in her thick cushy chair. thankfully her removable feeding tray was inserted as well and she could rest her elbows on there as she drank.

as she finished the bottle, she looked down and saw how far up she really was. it made her feel all dizzy, her head reeled back as she put her bottle down on the tray table. There's no way she could leave the highchair all on her own. She'd need some serious help.

With her bottle now empty, Samantha began to miss the feeling of her mouth being filled. for no apparent reason, she decided to stick her thumb in her mouth. that always made her feel better.

As she suckled, she felt herself slip in and out of a dreamlike space. a space where she didn't have to worry about getting down from the highchair. a place where she only had to worry about finishing her bottles, and being a good girl for those who would take care of her.

As she continued deep down the path of her newly found trance, she felt a pang in her stomach. that bottle she guzzled down had gone right through her, she needed to go potty. She felt herself coming out of trance as she continued to hold her bladder. She wanted to stay in trance. She needed to go peepee. but there was no way she could get down from such a high place all on her own. She'd have to wait to use the bathroom until someone helped her down.

maybe she didn't have to go to the bathroom to relieve herself enough to resume her deep trance state. maybe there was another way...

as childish as it seemed, Samantha chose to just let go into her thick diaper. after all that seemed like the most practical decision. its not like she could get down by herself.

as she let go, feeling the warmth spread between her legs, her hips opened up as the padding swelled.

as she felt herself let go more and more, she felt herself slipping down deeper, into dumb diaper dolly dreamland. into beautiful, brainless baby bliss...