Diaper Talk

He gets on Daddy's back

"I don't know who it is, Buddy.  Sure we'll do the train to see who it is at the door" Daddy crouches down so he can get on

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Much appreciated~ Cliffhangers are so much fun, aren't they?   Thank you! I hope I won't disappoint~   And now, for the second chapter:   Chapter Two: An Unexpected Regression for Three.   -   Celine drove to the bar in friendly silence.   Inwardly, she was fuming. She would’ve killed to have had time to go to that bar to catch a Pens game this year, but it just had to be with her bitchy ex-housemates. They were older than she was, sure, but definitely charities cases compared to her. Probably jealous of her looks, that was it.   Like they understand what it's like to be beautiful; they’re ugly as sin with their stupid dyed hair and socks for boobs.   Okay, maybe she was exaggerating; they were extremely good-looking, but she knew she was hotter. At least she didn’t have to work with toddlers like they did…even with her shitty job as a law clerk, looking at the worst of humanity every day.   Soon enough, they had arrived at the bar’s parking, got out of the car, and arrived at the bar area where a tall, muscular older black man with graying dreadlocks was the bouncer.   “Have a nice evening, ladies,” he said with a smile.   “We will,” Galina said, while Tatiana and Svetlana nodded. Celine merely gave him a winning smile as the four walked into the bar, settling down and getting drinks, the bouncer giving them a wink.   Soon enough, the game had started in earnest on the large television screens, and of course, the Penguins had quickly gotten out to a commanding lead. Celine was hyped, but she noted that Svetlana - no, Tatiana and Galina as well - looked quite pale, not standing up.   Please tell me you’re not going to be sick…we paid for food and drinks, and I can’t drive you home, and I’m working tomorrow, so I can’t afford to get sick from you three…   But still, all three of them looked very sick - even though she felt absolutely fine, which was odd because she had shared the same food they did; maybe it was the drinks? - and she didn’t like to see anyone sick, especially when it was people she knew. So, when the buzzer on the TV rang to signal the end of the first period, she got to her feet to look at the three others.   “You need a restroom?” she asked Tatiana - who was sitting next to her - gently.   “Just…wanna go to sleep,” the curly-haired woman muttered.   “No, you can’t go to sleep, if you three go to sleep, I won’t be able to wake you up,” Celine said. “C’mon, up you three get.”   She managed to get the three women to their feet, noting with some fear that they were all looking like they wanted to close their eyes.   What’s wrong with them? Do I have to call a hospital? Oh, they’re sooo going to owe me after this.   Somehow, she got them to the lady’s room, leading them into the same stall, where they instantly passed out against the stall walls. Easier for her to check and see what was wrong with them all, and there was just enough room.   Wait. Celine did a double-take. These three weren’t small; each of them were 5’9” (she was the shrimp at 5’4”.), so there shouldn’t have been enough room in the stall for all of them to fit. As a matter of fact, it looked as if they had shrunk if anything, and they were slowly getting smaller.   Impossible. People don’t shrink.   And yet they had shrunk - and were still shrinking, now at a rapid pace. The devil on her shoulder told her to get a video on her smartphone; this could be worth millions, and it couldn’t happen to a better trio…but something kept her eyes on them, stunned into silence, unable to process what she was seeing.   The three were still shrinking, and…were they getting younger as well? She looked at Svetlana who now looked like a teenage girl, probably around thirteen, and getting younger still. Tatiana and Galina looked equally young, and like their friend, they were getting younger, too.   Thirteen turned to ten, ten turned to seven, their childhoods quickly catching up to them with their clothes shrinking as well, and an inner voice told Celine that it was not going to stop there.   Oh, God, they’re really getting younger, what if it doesn’t stop, what if they regress to nonexistence, what if I’m fucking PREGNANT with the three of them?!   She needn’t have worried about nonexistence or pregnancy, as the shrinking of the three women - no, she couldn’t call them “women” anymore - had stopped, as they had stopped regressing at…   I’d say they’re all twenty months old on the dot, given that they’re the same size as those kids they once had at daycare. But how?   Celine looked at the three toddlers, all of whom, it seemed, had completely soiled the floor with urine and feces, and it certainly smelled the part. Somehow - she figured it had to be magic of some kind; there was simply no other explanation - all of their clothes had disappeared, leaving them completely nude.   How does something like this happen? This can’t be real, I have to be dreaming, I’ll wake up soon, it’ll be some weird dream…well, until I wake up, I suppose I better clean them up. Not like they can help it…but what am I going to do with them? If I go to the police with this, they’ll lock me in psych. If I go to their parents - hell, I don’t know if their parents are even alive, I haven’t really talked to them about their lives - they’ll never believe me. I can’t exactly leave them at a church, fire station or orphanage; they don’t deserve that. But I don’t know what to do…wait, Erasmo!   Erasmo Zanetti, her twenty-two-year-old fiance, had five younger siblings, and the two girls in his family, Isidora and Osanna, were younger than ten; he had babysat them in the past year. She quickly gave him a call.   “Hello, Celi,” he said with a grin. “Penguins are doing well.”   “I have a massive problem, Raz,” she said. “I…found three toddlers in the bar’s women’s restroom, abandoned, my housemates went home sick, and I don’t know how to take care of kids!”   “Three…toddlers?” He was clearly disbelieving. “You drunk, Celi?”   “Do you want pictures to prove it?” she demanded.   “Sure.”   She took off her jersey, revealing a sports bra, covered the former adult women’s privates with it (for modesty’s sake and because it did look cold on the floor), snapped a picture, and sent it to Erasmo, leaving the jersey there as a makeshift blanket.   “Okay, okay, I believe you.” The call almost sounded…excited? “They definitely need diapers, baby wipes, car seats, blankets, three stuffed animals, one for each, pacifiers, sippy cups, a triplet stroller, cribs, high-chairs, toys for sure, three changing tables, a large playpen, possibly a baby monitor, definitely a diaper bag or two, definitely going have to baby-proof the house, oh, by the way, are they girls or boys, can we adopt them, they’re so cute?”   “Raz, I just…I need help.”   “Fair enough. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” The phone call ended.   “Okay, time to get you three off of the dirty floor,” Celine muttered, looking desperately for a place to put them. There was none.   “God, even if it was only one of you that turned into a toddler, that would be bad enough, but all fucking three of you? No fucking way I can do this. Why’d you do this to me, you stupid bitches?” She looked at the sleeping toddlers again (by the smell of it, her expensive jersey now had more baby poop on it from Tatiana) and sighed. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t react that way,” she murmured in a tone both regretful and blunt. “You’d be better off taking care of me than me taking care of all three of you.”   Thankfully, no other woman was using the restroom, and therefore, nobody could see what a shit job of “parenting” she was doing. All she could do now was…wait.   She checked the time. Thirty minutes. What was taking Erasmo so long?   “Excuse me, sir, where is the lady's room?” a woman asked.   Oh, no.   Mrs. Bartolomea Zanetti, her hopeful mother-in-law, had apparently been brought along for the ride.   -   Well, I hope you enjoyed this latest chapter. Until next time~

12: Squirming & Properly Diapered   Zoey woke up in a sweat that following Monday morning to another full-blown orgasm and very wet sheets. She got up and couldn’t believe her full GoodNite that had leaked everywhere. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She muttered as she ran to the bathroom and showered first. She gathered her sheets and looked at the clock to see it was 6:50AM. She cursed under her breath, knowing that Dr. Grey usually was in the gym around that time. How was she going to get out of wearing padding after this? He gave her a pull-up during the day, would this mean diapers next? She didn’t want to think about that, it made her uncomfortably hot and bothered imagining her wearing those at night. Zoey grabbed the sheets and went down the stairs to the laundry room, quickly passing the gym and knowing there was an 80% chance he’d show. Zoey put her wet pajama bottoms in the sink and stuffed her sheets in the washer. She saw out of the corner of her eye Dr. Grey come into the room. “I separated the colors from the white this time!” She said in a hushed voice since it was still early. He smiled warmly, yet his eyes were serious, “Good girl.” His words made her flush from her chest down to her lower abdomen. “Did you wear your GoodNites to bed?” He asked, interrogating her as if she may be in trouble for not wearing. She nodded with a gulp, knowing it was worse now that she overflowed a pull-up, “Yes.” His eyes searched hers to make sure she wasn’t lying, although he knew she wasn’t, “Good.” He paused, closing the lid that was a hard reach for her, “So you leaked?” He asked, tilting his head. Zoey nodded in tiny motions in response, looking to her feet. “Hm.” He said, thoughtfully with a pause, “I will bring you some night time diapers for this week, do you know how to put those on properly?” Zoey’s eyes darted up quickly with hesitation, “Yeah…I think so.” “That wasn’t a confident enough response for me to believe you.” His brown eyes melted a bit by how cute she was at trying to convince him that she could do it herself, “I’ll help you tonight. How does that sound?” “I-er, don’t think I-“ “I’ll be in to help you before bedtime.” He cut her off before leaving without letting her fuss any longer about what he decided for her. She didn’t seem like she could do it herself and he didn’t want her to leak again from a poorly taped diaper. She stood there, frozen from his sudden control in the conversation, telling her what he’d do instead of asking. Dr. Grey easily worked his way into diapering her that night and she felt really hot about that idea.   She had her session with Dr. Grey and she wet herself again with another orgasm in his office. This time Dr. Grey had some supplies in his room her pulled out and a towel he placed below her feet so his carpet wouldn’t get ruined. He helped her out of her shorts and wiped her thoroughly, helping her into a powdered pull-up once more. Zoey didn’t protest and he crossed his arms afterwards and said, “I think it’s time for you to start wearing pull-ups in our sessions, what do you think?” Zoey looked up to his authoritative eyes, not asking but telling once more, “I guess.” “Unless you want a spanking, you will want to wear them, little girl.” There’s the words again! Zoe thought, feeling herself wet a little more in the fresh pull-up. Zoey swallowed and her eyes shifted in thought before leaving the room, “Um, Dr. Grey?” He was sitting back on his desk in his dark blue jeans and dress shirt as he looked up. “Mhm?” His eyes were humored by her innocent and timid look she gave. “The other house mates said they had an end date here, do you happen to know mine?” She wasn’t looking to go back anytime soon, but wanted to know how long she had left here. Zoey didn’t know if it was a good idea for her to leave with her new problems anyways. She cringed at the thought of a wardrobe fitting for her bodysuit and getting measurements over a diaper. She’d not be Super Lightning Girl anymore, maybe Super Baby Girl would be her new name if that happened. “In a few more weeks. Maybe end of July is my guess which is three weeks. Your initial date was in one week but I’ve been pushing it back due to your new conditions.” He said, eyes glancing at her shorts that well-disguised her pull-up. “Oh… okay.” She swallowed in sadness to leave, she didn’t want to go back, that was sure. “How about you go to lunch? I think you could use some food.” He said, going back to his laptop. Zoey nodded, hesitating before leaving, “Can I ask you something else?” His eyes twinkled in humor to her curiosity, “Yes.” “Is there a way I can extend my stay longer? I kind of like it here.” His eyes flickered with an unreadable expression, “I will be leaving for a special project in a month. The longest you could stay is until then. Now go eat, little Zoey.” The belittling words made her melt and feel warmth again. She hated the embarrassment but craved more at the same time. It was like working out, to feel uncomfortable in order to feel an endorphin rush. It was thrilling to Zoey and she only felt in with Dr. Grey. “Okay.” She said, a bit sad that she’d only have a month at most if not released back to her confines by end of July.   Later that night she was getting ready for bed, washing and brushing her teeth as she heard her door close. She spit in the sink and washed the spit away as Dr. Grey’s brown eyes peaked around the corner. “Good girl to brush your teeth before sleep.” That made her wet a bit, ugh! She hated that she was now wetting almost every time he praised or talked to her. He walked into the bathroom and grabbed a clean towel from the wooden cubby and motioned for her to follow, “Let’s get you in your nighttime diapers.” Your nighttime diapers. That phrase made her flush from her cheeks down to her sweet spots and left her breathless for a moment. All the dreams that she had were a culmination of what was going to happen. He placed the towel down vertically on her bed and climbed on, patting the center. She froze as if she were ice when she saw a thick white diaper on the bed, wipes and powder. This really was going to happen, wasn't it? Her knees felt weak as she padded over and laid where he patted obediently. “Raise you hips, I’ll help get these off.” He pulled her basketball shorts off, leaving the pull-up on. Zoey shifted in confusion, wondering why he didn’t pull that off either. The next few things caught her off guard completely. “You know, you’ve done so many good girl things today, I think a reward is long overdue.” He murmured, a hunger in his eyes as she laid in only her pull-up and light pink with yellow sunshine graphic ring t-shirt.   Reward? She wondered what that meant… the look in his eyes gave her an idea, but she didn’t want to assume further and get her hopes crushed. He came closer to her and pressed into the squishy crotch of her pull-up, eliciting a soft moan from Zoey. She gasped in surprise by how he didn’t hesitate in touching her, obviously more experienced than than of Zoey who was only a virgin with only a make out session in her teenage years. Not to mention, she was pretty sure they had a 10 year age gap, yet he gave off such ‘daddy vibes’ that it only made her more attracted. “I want you to tell me something, Zoey.” He said, in a sultry voice. “Sure.” She said, a bit breathless as his fingers now grazed the leak guards of the pull-ups. “Do you have wet dreams of us?” She nodded, eyes looking down to his hand grazing the pull-up in a tantalized state. He chuckled and said, “What are they about?” “Uhm…” She looked to the diaper and his eyes followed her gaze. He chuckled lightly and he pressed again into her as she moaned softly, embarrassed that simple touch was getting closer to climax. He squished and worked the wet padding more, “My good girl wet her pull-up, hm?” Zoey moaned as she felt herself orgasm so easily under his touch and the phrase that always made her close yet his touch sent her over the edge. Who knew that if he said and touched her it’s a for sure orgasm! “Someone was too excited, it’s too bad because I wanted to go to something else, but I think that will be your next reward if you’re good.” He teased as he still had a look of hunger in his eyes. From Zoey's prior orgasms, she found her daily had turned to minimum of three times but she did have a 8 orgasm day. She was multi-orgasmic, that was her new self-discovery. It made her wonder if she’d have a sex addiction, yet these orgasms were just around diapers, nothing else. “What would the other rewards be?” Zoey asked in curiosity from her post orgasmic state. “You’ll find out when you’re a good girl again.” She felt her close to climax by him saying it again and a soft whimper escaped her lips. She breathlessly moaned into her pillow by the sudden ecstatic feeling. Dr. Grey chuckled at her sensitivity to certain words, gently ripping the sides of the pull-up to wipe her. She laid, slightly propped on her pillow with her long dark brown hair cascading on the bed in waves as Dr. Greys eyes trailed from her wet and excited sweet petal to her cute face that flushed cheeks and wild green eyes that looked begging to have him touch her more. She was sight and his brain was thinking bad things he’d do that he didn’t think she’d be able to handle yet. Afterall, she orgasmed from a simple touch, he didn’t think she was capable of more yet, even if he was ready to give those things to her. He licked his lips with a hunger in his eyes that Zoey thought he was going to eat her up… and she hoped it was down there he’d eat. Dr. Grey was spellbound by the moment, knowing she only got one reward and he’d keep it there for that night. He tore his longing gaze away from her and went to work. He grabbed a wipe and was careful to not touch her red little rosebud that was peaking out for him. She shifted when he was nearby and the wipe touched it lightly as she moaned softly. “Bad girl.” He scolded, eyes flicking up to her as he could tell that was on purpose. She was uncontainable! He thought with a shake of his head as he rolled up the wipes in the soggy pull-up and opened the diaper. Zoey blushed at her actions, she wanted to be touched again by him and may have moved her excited parts towards him. He seemed to be able to tell it wasn’t by accident. Part of her wished she got away with it but part of her liked the idea of another spanking. She looked at Dr. Grey as his long arms stretched open the large white diaper. Zoey blushed at the thought of how big and thick it was, merciless in it’s crinkle. She felt smaller than ever before in the presence of the handsome doctor who was about to diaper her. It was like all the dreams she had coming together. He positioned the diaper under her as she realized she should move her bottom. Zoey lifted her bottom as the soft white diaper was placed and she lowered herself over it, head tilting to look at how it seemed perfect for her. “So, Zoey, I want you to listen carefully.” Dr. Grey said in a husky voice, acknowledging she probably would only listen to half of what he said by her excitement, “When you put the diaper underneath you, the back area should be just slightly above your hips.” Zoey blinked up to Dr. Grey and nodded as he reached over her for the powder, the proximity of the two of them causing her breathing to hitch as she took in his cologne that enveloped her nostrils and made her warm and fuzzy in the chest. He got upright on the bed and twisted open the powder bottle, “When you powder yourself, one or two sprinkles is enough.” He said, sprinkling her lower half, then setting down the closed powder, “Lift your legs up towards you face.” He commanded as she obeyed and he pushed the back of her thighs so she was more on display in front of him, “Make sure to pat it in so it’s everywhere.” She felt his gentle hand softly caressing her bottom and drifting quickly by her anus as she gasped a bit by the sensation. She’d never felt anything near her butt and it was like a feather’s kiss, it felt so good to Zoey. He pulled her legs back down as he brushed and patted carefully to not touch her where she wanted him too the most. “There.” He said after powdering, taking the front of the diaper over her crotch. “Mmmph.” She moaned softly, hips bucking a bit as the padding meeting her crotch got her very aroused. Dr. Grey narrowed his eyes, knowing he had a beyond naughty girl on his hands. His brain couldn’t wrap around how he just touched her not even minutes ago and she was asking for more, “Do you want to be chastised?” He asked, tilting his head, “Because if you keep acting like this that may be necessary, little girl.” She squirmed at the words and held in her moan from the diaper touching her and him saying the words that made her weak. Zoey pouted, “No, please no. Sorry.” Her brain thought of that reality and didn’t want to be not allowed to touch herself, that was a nightmare she never wanted to face. “That’s what I thought.” He murmured, one hand holding the diaper in position and his other grabbing the back of the diaper’s tape, “Start with the front tapes and try to make it tight, it will loosen in a moment to be more comfortable.” He said, knowing she was barely listening at this point. He grabbed the other side and taped. Then he went to the back tapes as she stared at him with a lost look. “After, just run your fingers in the leak guard area to loosen the tightness. This is also a good time to make sure it’s not too loose and then you could leak.” Zoey’s brain was in a state of ecstasy by Dr. Grey’s fingers checking her inner thighs and leak guards. Her diaper was softly encasing her hot inner sweet spots and brushing against her so softly. She knew after Dr. Grey left she’d need to touch herself. She was overly aroused and it was unfair how hot it was to have a handsome man diaper her, truly. “Zoey?” He asked, knocking her out of her thoughts, “Did you listen?” He put his hands on his hips as if he was annoyed. She nodded, propping herself up on her elbows, “Yes, Dr. Grey.” She lied; she was lost at the diaper front being pulled up against her. She focused her energy on not moaning but reveling in the feelings and moment. “Hm…” His eyes studied her flushed face and green eyes, “I don’t believe you. What did I say about the tapes?” “Uhm…” She sat up and felt the bulk of the diaper and heard a crinkle. She blushed and looked down as she felt caught, “To tape it down tight.” Zoey remembered one part! He had to give her credit for that right? “What did I say right before that?” Zoey blinked up to his irritated brown eyes glowering down to her. She didn’t respond. “Which tapes come first? If you answer right, I won’t diaper you tomorrow night.” “Uh- back ones right?” She said with a little confidence. Dr. Grey sighed, “Tomorrow I’ll be back. I don’t trust you to diaper yourself correctly yet.” He murmured, putting away the supplies in her bathroom’s cabinet. He came back into the bedroom, “Bedtime, let’s get you tucked in.” Zoey blinked in surprise, he was going to tuck her in? She tried to hide her smile as she got under the covers quickly and he chuckled at her little excited diapered bottom poking up to jump underneath the covers and snuggled them underneath her arms as he came over. He unraveled her bed sheets that were tucked under the mattress and tucked the looser white cover underneath her ankles, legs and arms. He tucked her in expertly as she felt hugged by her covers, as if they were cuddling her. Dr. Grey sat on the side of her bed for another moment, petting her hair as her eyes said it all. Her green eyes bounced happily up to him and it looked like she was trying to hide her smile. “You’re enjoying this baby treatment, aren’t you?” He murmured, accusing her in her vulnerable state so easily. Zoey blushed, looking underneath her long eyelashes a bit shamefully, “If I did, would that be a bad thing?” He threw his head back with a laugh at her admittance, his medium length dark brown hair fluttering in the motion. He calmed down and looked down to her. She nuzzled her blanket and looked adorable to the doctor. If he had his way, he’d do many things to the girl. She was becoming dangerous to him and he shouldn’t partake, especially when she’d be going back soon. His eyes were thoughtful, carefully choosing his next words, “It’d be bad for you, yes.” She asked, a bit breathlessly, “Why would that be?” Dr. Grey’s eyes drifted down to her pouty pink lips and then back up to her green eyes, “I don’t think you know yourself much, little Zoey. You’ve proven to be a squirming mess tonight after one diaper change, how would you handle exploring any further into your little fantasies and what else I could do to you?” Her brain clung onto ‘what I could do to you’, that line alone flustering her. She shifted at the words, making her very wet in her diaper, “I-uh…” She frowned, eyes perking up curiously, “What else could you do?” Dr. Grey’s fingertips brushed hair behind her ear with mischief flickering in his eyes, “I don’t think you could handle that answer.” He stood, going to her nightstand’s lamp, “Go to sleep, maybe if I think you calmed down enough, I’ll give you that answer another time.” He switched off the light without giving her any space to prod more as he snuck out of the room. She groaned softly to herself in the dark, knowing she had business to take care of before sleeping. After a powerful orgasm in her new diaper, she fell into a deep sleep, vividly dreaming of being in a haunted nursery.