Baby Ybton’s Crib

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"Uh-oh!" I cooed in a lilting, sing-song voice, smiling at the sight of the discoloured padding between my wife’s legs. "Did little La-La have an accident in her diapee?"

Alana gazed at me blankly for a few moments, blinking stupidly, then stared down at her drooping diaper. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, only now aware of the heavy wetness between her legs. "Oop-shee..." she lisped from behind her pacifier. "Oop-shee, Dada! Wet-wet!”

Dressed in nothing but her t-shirt and nappy, Alana was already attracting a lot of attention from the other beach-goers. Despite her long and slender legs, she toddled about as unsteadily as a two-year-old, her shapely bottom clashing absurdly with the babyish bulk it was wrapped in. Her generous breasts wobbled braless beneath her top while she splashed in the shallows or sat building sandcastles with clumsy hands. Now her soaked Pampers were drawing even more stares and snickers.

I grinned. "Such a silly baby! You couldn't even tell you'd tinkled until Daddy told you, could you? Who’s a silly girl? Who’s a silly little soggy-pants baby?”

Alana giggled, enjoying the sweet tone of my voice. “Siwwy!” she squealed loudly, pulling a few more gazes in our direction as she bounced up and down on the spot, pigtails flapping about her face. “I a siwwy, soggy-panths bay-bee, Dada!”

I chuckled and stroked her hair. “You certainly are. Daddy likes you so much better like this, sweetheart. No more snarky comments, no more nagging. And I happen to think soggy diapers suit you much better than those boring business suits you used to wear.” I cupped her face in my hands, looking into her blank, innocent eyes. "Grown-up time for good girls," I said softly.

Something shifted in her expression, a look of mild confusion that turned to mounting horror as her adult mind came back, and she realised where she was, what she was wearing, how many people were watching...

All her memories of the past few days suddenly clarified. How I’d promised to help her unwind after a difficult day at work, and shown her that strange, spiralling video with the pretty colours that had made her feel so relaxed and sleepy and small. How I’d taken her into her office and paraded her around in front of all her former subordinates dressed like a one-year-old, even letting that intern she always yelled at tickle her tummy and pat her thickly diapered bottom! How I’d brought her to her favourite fancy restaurant, strapped a bib around her neck, and fed her a meal off the kid’s menu while she babbled happily and received pitying looks from the other diners. And now here, at a public beach, where she'd been making an infantile spectacle of herself in front of hundreds of people...

Her body tensed, her hands balled into fists, and she opened her mouth to unleash a furious tirade, pacifier falling from her lips.

"Baby time for bad girls," I said quickly, before she could get a word out, and at once her shoulders relaxed again. All the anger and humiliation drained out of her eyes in a second, replaced by a vacant contentment. I tickled her under the chin and elicited a gurgling giggle. "That's better," I crooned, cuddling her close and kissing her forehead. "It’ll be fun to bring big girl Alana back every now and then, to show her how she’s spending her life, but I think a few seconds is all I can stand. I much prefer my little La-La.”

Alana's expression changed again, gaze tightening and lips pursing together, as if she was thinking hard, and for a moment I feared the hypnosis was failing, that my ruthless, intelligent wife was fighting the mental conditioning. But then she let out a soft grunt and bent her knees.

“Oopsie-daisy!” I chuckled. "Is baby La-La going poo-poo in her pants?"

Alana cocked her head, mouth hanging open, and after a moment she frowned and reached behind her to press a hand to the back of her Pampers. Then she grinned proudly and nodded. “Poopy, Dada!”

"Who's a messy girl?" I cooed, reaching out with tickling fingers to illicit more delighted squeals from my big baby girl. "Is it you, La-La? Are you a messy-bum baby at the beach?"

Stacy bent over at the waist, giving the dishwasher an extra scrub before she put it on. Always bending at the waist was one of Daddy's rules, and in another world that might have meant flashing a pair of sexy panties, or even her bare pussy. But that wasn't the life she had.

She let out a soft grunt, her posture stiffening as she pushed to fill her diaper. She kept scrubbing while she pooped her pants, trying not to draw attention to herself; she could hear Daddy moving around in the kitchen behind her, and she didn’t want to deal with his teasing comments. She might have waited for him to go back to his study, but she just couldn’t hold it any longer. She’d been trying to keep her Pampers clean all morning, and months of diaper discipline had done its job to erode her toilet training. She wasn't incontinent... yet. But she estimated she had about as much control as the average four-year-old when it came to keeping her pants clean and dry. A stream of pee soaked into the thirsty padding, joining the growing load in the seat, and for perhaps the hundredth time that day, Stacy desperately wished her boyfriend allowed her to use toilets.

Another grunt escaped her lips, despite her best efforts, and a deep, amused voice sounded from behind her. “Uh-oh..." Stacy felt her stomach sink. A hand cupped the seat of her nappy, even as it sagged lower between her legs. "Is my naughty little maid making a mess?” She could practically hear the sadistic grin on his face. “What a good girl you are,” her boyfriend cooed with sickening sweetness, "carrying on with your chores even while you make Daddy a present!”

Stacy scowled. Even if she’d wanted to take a break specifically to poop her pants, she didn’t have time! If she didn’t finish cleaning the kitchen and start preparing Daddy’s lunch soon, she’d find herself kicking and wailing over his knee. Although he loved to infantilise her as much as possible, Daddy didn’t let her laze about all day like a real baby. She was, in his words, "still a girl", and that meant doing "girl duties" like cooking and cleaning. Her pussy wettened, and she cursed herself. Why did she have to get off on this?! Why couldn't she just have been a normal girl with a normal boyfriend and normal sexual interests?

With a final grunt, she finished messing herself. Even though they were extra thick, she'd managed to fill her diaper to capacity; the tapes strained with the weight of her load as she straightened up, and Stacy felt even more conscious than usual of the poop packed against her derierre. “Daddy?” she began hesitantly. She knew it was futile, but the huge mess in her pants was so yucky that she couldn't help trying. “Please can I go change my diaper?” She didn't even care if it meant she got a spanking. She just wanted out of the horrid, smelly thing drooping between her thighs.

Her boyfriend smirked. "Of course not, silly baby. You know the rules. It's your responsibility to make sure everything in the house is clean, except your own pants. That's Daddy's job."

Stacy pouted. "Does Daddy feel like doing his job now?" she asked sulkily.

He laughed and swatted her thickly padded rear. “Not just yet, little girl. If that attitude is anything to go by, another hour or two in a stinky nappy will do you some good. Besides, you've still got your chores to finish! Better not dawdle..."

By: liljams ✨

Zuri was determined to prove to her boyfriend how independent she was that day. She had decided on giving up being a little just the day before as it conflicted with her sexy grown woman aesthetic that she found herself drawn to every once and awhile. Despite how confident she seemed, her boyfriend found the endeavor quite adorable. He was preparing to leave for work while she stayed home from work that day and took care of some chores.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay if I’m gone for the whole day sweetheart? You know I can come back and check that bottom of yours during my lunch,” her boyfriend peered at her softly. “Da- I mean, babe…of course. I don’t even know why you insisted on putting me into these diapers, I told you that I wasn’t going to be little anymore,” Zuri played with her fingers nervously. “Ah, just humor me honeybun, I’m still a daddy at heart and love to see that cute bum of yours all comfortable and padded up”. Zuri blushed a deep shade of purple. Why does he know exactly how to push my buttons?

“I understand babe, I’ll wear them just for you, but don’t expect me to use them today, okay?” Zuri said determinedly. “Of course not cutie”, he said with a wink. They kissed goodbye and went on to start their separate days.

Zuri had been doing amazing all day. She cleaned the kitchen, the bathrooms, and did all of the laundry that had been patiently waiting for a week. All of this and she was able to make it to the pot- use the bathroom like a big girl. Of course, she always taped her diaper back up - not because she wanted to use it - but because it was comfortable and fluffy like a pillow anyways. Why waste a good diaper? She decided to take a break and watch some cartoons. She had just discovered one about this girl who was a ladybug superhero and could not help but binge watch it! Zuri was so into the show that she had felt the rumble in her tummy and disregarded it quickly, assuming she may just need to have lunch soon. Unfortunately for her, it wasn’t just food that her body needed, it was indeed the potty. Zuri barely paid attention to the pressure in her bottom and absentmindedly started pushing into her diaper. The show was too good to tear away from. Someone could have easily heard the little grunts slipping from her mouth as she messed her diaper. She even eventually moved into a squatting position to allow room for it to grow. It wasn’t until the episode ended and she could her the hissing of bladder into her diaper that she finally gasped and looked down. “No no no no, how could this happen?” She panicked, but barely had time to react and she heard keys jingling in the door.

“Hi sweetie, I’m home for lunch- I” her boyfriend sniffed the air. “H-hello, I made some lunch for us! It’s in the fridge, how about you heat it up while I run to the bathroom really really quick-“ Zuri stumbled nervously to her feet, prepared to make a mad dash. “Not so fast you stinker-“ her boyfriend grabbed her by the diaper and pulled her back to him. He pulled it back and peered inside, while Zuri sighed knowingly. “What happened to being a big girl today?” he smirked at her. She looked up with her big doe eyes, “I still am, I just got distracted today.” Her boyfriend chuckled and gave her kiss, “Well good thing this big girl still has a daddy to change her wet and messy diapers.”

After being cleaned and put into new pajamas, Zuri and her daddy snuggled into their couch to watch tv. He gently nudged a pacifier between her lips and she gladly accepted it, suckling very eagerly.

Perhaps she could be a baby girl just one more day after all.

When you get your new diapies in just the nick of time 💕🌸

Old Habits

The hallway was quiet, save for the soft rustle of Amanda’s diaper as she waddled toward the bathroom, her long auburn hair swaying with each step. She wasn’t heading inside.no, that would be too much like a big girl, and big girls used the potty properly. But old habits die hard, and even though she hadn’t sat on a toilet in years, her body still carried her toward the bathroom door, as if drawn by some deep, instinctual memory.

Jake watched from the living room, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. "What are you doing, Princess?" he called, his voice laced with amusement.

Amanda paused, glancing over her shoulder, her cheeks already flushed. "Nothing, Daddy," she mumbled, though the way her diaper sagged between her legs told a different story. She bit her lip, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, her gray socks pressing into the carpet. The urge was undeniable, and she knew there was no fighting it. With a soft sigh, she squatted right there in front of the bathroom door, her hands gripping the hem of her white T-shirt as she bore down.

Jake chuckled, shaking his head. It never failed to amuse him, how his little girl, who had long since forgotten how to use the potty, still felt the need to be near it when nature called. As if the mere proximity to the bathroom made it okay to let go, even if she was just going to fill her diaper like the toddler she was at heart.

Amanda’s face scrunched up as she pushed, the diaper crinkling loudly beneath her. A warm, mushy squish filled the air, followed by the unmistakable scent of a big poopy. She whimpered, her toes curling in her socks as the diaper swelled, the weight pressing against her bottom. It was messy, it was stinky, and it was perfect.

Jake took a step closer, inhaling the thick, musky aroma with a grin. "Mmm, someone’s making a stinker," he teased, his voice warm. "Right in front of the bathroom, too. Almost like a big girl."

Amanda groaned, her face burning. "Daddy, stop," she whined, but there was no real protest in her voice. She wiggled in place, the diaper squelching with every movement, the mess spreading thick and heavy between her legs. It was embarrassing, sure, but it was also… nice. Comforting, even. Like her body knew exactly what it was doing, even if her mind was a little fuzzy on the details.

Jake crouched down behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders. "You know, Princess," he murmured, his breath warm against her neck, "it’s kind of cute. You don’t even remember how to use the potty, but you still waddle over here like you’re gonna try."

Amanda pouted, but the corners of her mouth twitched upward. She couldn’t stay mad at him, not when he was being so sweet. Besides, he wasn’t wrong. There was something right about it. the way her body just knew where to go, even if the rest of her had moved on. She let out a final, satisfied sigh as the last of her business filled the diaper, the weight now undeniable as it sagged between her thighs.

"All done?" Jake asked, already knowing the answer. The diaper was full, the scent thick and pungent in the air.

She nodded, her fingers twisting the hem of her shirt. "Yeah… I think I made a really stinky poopy," she admitted, her voice small.

Jake stood up, offering her his hand. "Well, come on then, messy girl. Let’s get you to the nursery for a change." His tone was light, but there was a note of authority in it, one that Amanda found impossibly comforting.

She took his hand, letting him pull her to her feet. The diaper crinkled loudly with the movement, the squish of her mess echoing down the hallway as she waddled after him. He ruffled her hair affectionately as they reached the nursery door. "Now, up on the changing table, Princess. Let’s get you fresh and clean."

Amanda obeyed, climbing up onto the padded surface with practiced ease. She lay back, her legs kicking slightly as Jake undid the tapes of her messy diaper. The cool air hit her skin, and she squirmed, her face flushing as the full extent of her mess was revealed. Jake didn’t so much as flinch, though. He simply grabbed a wipe and got to work, his touch gentle but thorough.

"You’re such a good girl for me," he murmured, cleaning her up with efficient, soothing strokes. "Even if you do insist on squatting in the hallway like a little toddler who almost remembers how to be a big girl."

Amanda giggled, her embarrassment melting away under his care. "I can’t help it, Daddy! It’s just… habit."

Jake chuckled, finishing up and reaching for a fresh diaper. "Well, it’s a cute habit," he admitted, lifting her hips to slide the clean diaper beneath her. "But next time, maybe aim for the nursery, huh?"

Amanda grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "No promises, Daddy."

Jake shook his head, smiling as he fastened the new diaper snugly around her waist. "That’s my girl."