Rainbow Diapers

I’d be interested to have it in this thread. I bet a lot more have similar burning questions 🙂

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Who has tried these pullups?  I just bought a case. What is your thoughts? I have tried the Northshore pullups, no complaints with them. Just looking for another something different to fill in the gap between when I take off  night  diaper to put on my next night diaper.

Disclaimer: sexual content  Chapter 3  There were more videos after that: you asleep in bed, tossing and turning to the voice in your ear as Daddy wakes up at odd times to go potty; sitting on the potty, the camera zoomed into your dripping pissy cooch that Daddy wiped back to front; and then to your anus where the video froze on your brown stained skin, spreading your buttocks wide open, proud to show off his dirty little girl; there are the times at the end of the night when he rocked you to sleep with the bottle in your mouth and a hypnotic pat to your back; to the many diaper changes asleep and awake where Daddy cooed over you making raspberries on your tummy. You watched them late into the afternoon, slung over Daddy’s lap as his hand squeezes your soiled diaper from several hours previous, purposefully smushing your poop into your skin.  “Did my baby girl like her present?” He asks hopefully once it has finished, but is met with silence.  He stares at you with such intensity that you have to look away, and the energy radiating off his body is suffocating. He roughly turns you around so your breasts squish against his chest, and your noses almost touch. His voice hardens, desperate to hear your voice, desperate for a smile on your frowning lips.  He repeats himself with an edged squeak in his throat. “Did my baby girl like her present?”  Your lips are pressed so tight together that they all but disappear into a thin line. Finally, when they part, he thinks you are going to speak, but instead, your eyes well with water and you burst into tears. He panics for a moment, unprepared for the onslaught of emotions from the drooling, buggery girl, but rationalizes in his mind that this was a good thing. Tears were a good sign. Girls are emotional beings, so this must have meant you were so touched by his thoughtful gesture that you became overwhelmed and simply could not contain yourself.  He caresses her moistened cheek, softly comforting, “You’re ok, baby. I know my little girl has big emotions. Daddy is right here.”  He hushes you with his lips, rocking you back and forth in her arms and even tickling your padded kitty, a treat he did well not to indulge, but even that wouldn’t calm his diapered girl.  As the minutes pass by and you’re crying so hard that you can not breathe, and your wild eyes are like those of a wild, frightened animal, he begins to doubt.  Painfully clenching his jaw, he reminds you of the rules. “Good girls are always happy. Good girls always smile. Good girls never cry - “ He’s abruptly cut off as the piercing yowl from your throat nearly causes his eardrums to burst, and his patience has run out. “Be quiet!” He roars.  Immediately, you obey.  Stunned into silence at the rise of his voice, you flinch away at the rise of his hand that hovers just above your face. Your chest rises and falls as ragged breaths tremble throughout your body. His hand clenches into a white-knuckled fist, hesitating in the air, before dropping at his side.  He’s pleased to see the fall of only one singular tear. That meant that you were learning.  He sighed, pecking a litter of kisses down your throat to your drying tears that stained your cheeks. “You’re crying happy tears, aren’t you? You love Daddy so much. You’re thankful for your gift. Say ‘thank you,’ darling. That’s what obedient, polite girls say.”  Your wet lashes flutter quickly, and ever so slowly, you shake your head side to side. No.  The man stops moving and holds his breath. His heart constricts in his chest, and he feels as if the world has fallen out from under him.  “What. Did. You. Say?” Surely, he thinks that you wouldn’t say it again and that it was a terrible, horrible accident that you’ll immediately apologize for with the whole of your heart because good girls do not say no… especially to Daddy.  But when you shake your head a second time, he knows that it is not a mistake. You hiss, “I hate you.” His reaction is immediate and is something that you don't see coming. It hits you like a baseball bat over the head as you’re slammed against the ground, and his hand closes around your throat. Your eyes are so big that all but the whiteness shows, and you try to fight back, but with your arms locked behind your back, it is almost impossible. You try to scream, but he’s stolen your voice. You can feel the tightening of his grip as he squeezes your neck, crushing down upon your trachea, and the more you struggle, the weaker you become.  He growled menacingly, looking more like the devil than a human. “You think you're clever, huh? You should be grateful for all I have given you! No responsibility, I take care of you. You have everything in the world you could ever need! Ungrateful cunt! You’re mine!” He spits in your face, landing squarely in your eye. It is also the moment that your bladder chooses to empty itself. Black specks appear in your eyes, and as your body goes numb, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, he lets go.  You begin to gasp, eagerly inhaling the clean, precious air. Your lungs violently rattle, and you have never been so relieved to be alive. You skirt across the room, forming into a ball with your head ducked into your knees. He towers over you with a coldness in his eyes, and you have no more energy to pretend.  “Good girls are quiet. Good girls obey. Good girls do as they are told.”  You attempt to speak, but no more than a cracked whisper breaks from your throat. You break down. “I-I just want to go home -“ “You are home! I am your family! I am your Daddy! I took you because I love you, and now you are mine! I thought you would be good, not like the others, but maybe I was wrong.”  He paces the room, mumbling to himself, and hits his head. His hands are formed into fists as you struggle to catch your breath.  “You don’t love me,” he sinks to his knees in front of you. “I thought you were my good girl.” Reaching out despite your haste to get away, he yanks on your pigtail, pulling you close. Sobbing so hard, your body trembles, yet no sound comes out. The pain in your head from his fisted hand in your hair nearly splits your brain in half.  “I-I’m sorry! Daddy, I love you - Good girls listen to their daddy. Daddy knows what’s best for his little girl.” For a moment, he falters, and you can see the way his eyes turn back from pitch black to light grey. He’s pleased that you remembered. Cautiously, you open your mouth and whisper, “Your little girl is sorry she fought back. Your little girl was not a good girl, but a naughty girl. I-I’m sorry…” He cups your face in both hands, and for a long second, he is silent, then he says, “I’ve been too lenient.”  Your heart drops to the bottom of your stomach.  “What happens to naughty girls that misbehave?”  Punishment.  He uses the belt. Stripping you naked until there was nothing left to hide behind. It’s the cold metal bit at the end that he uses to strike your bottom. You try to be brave and hold your head up high, unwilling to show the weakness that ate away at your insides, but who are you kidding?  Every day that passed by chipped away at your sanity bit by bit until all that was left was a single thread, your lifeline, just barely hanging on.  A scream tears through your throat, bent over his lap with your limbs bound behind your back.  One.  Whack.  Two.  Whack.  Three.  Whack.  And it goes on and on and on…  At one point, maybe after the tenth time, you think it is over. He massages your tender skin with soft hands, whispering meaningless words into your ear. It sounds like he’s crying. Liquid dribbles down the inside of your thigh. You’re bleeding.  Struggling to catch your breath, you stammer, “I… I’m s-s-sorry-” “I do this because I love you. Do you think I enjoy being the bad guy? Do you think I enjoy hurting you?” It would have been easy to say yes, but you knew there was a deranged part of him that honestly did not see what he was doing as wrong, and that made it all the more terrifying.  Another heavy sob sounds from above you. He clears his throat, “Just a few more now. This is to teach you to be a good girl, and after, we’ll never have to do this again, yeah? Yeah.” he mutters to himself.  You do not have time to brace yourself before the sting of the metal lands upon your backside once again, and it starts all over. After it's done, he’s sensible enough to massage cream into your backside, and your head falters to the side, eyes heavy as the pain rattles through your body.  “I think it’s time to go back downstairs for you. Crabby babies are no fun.” The little privilege you had been granted is stripped away before you even have time to blink, but you do not argue against him now, knowing what he was capable of. OoOoo Smiling. Giggles. Happy, happy, happy… You show him what he wants to see, ignoring the black and blue finger prints that marred your neck, or how, a week after the attack, you still couldn’t sit comfortably on your bottom.  He keeps you locked downstairs for another three weeks, administering what he calls daily "maintenance" punishments in the form of spankings to set you back on the right path. The headphones are also back, and it begins all over again. The only time you are truly alone is at night. That’s when you dream of before. Both memories and make-believe, you wonder what your family is doing. You wonder if anyone is looking for you… If you still even matter. Growing up, you had a lot of friends, but they faded over time as you learned who your true ones were. At eighteen years old, your dad said something you still consider true today: the smaller the group, the closer the friendship. You didn’t need all these random people taking up space in your life that didn’t truly matter.  At the time, it was a hard pill to swallow, but nearly ten years had passed, and you could not deny how right he was. The few friends you had were your everything, and the thought of being away from them and your father made tears fill your eyes. But the days went on, blurring together until you weren’t sure what was real and in your head.   Obeying without question, smiling when commanded, and using your diaper like a good girl, you do everything in your power to ensure another incident like the last doesn’t happen again, and you don’t know when it happens, but suddenly you realize that the snow is melting. The first signs of spring rear their head with the thin slivers of green poking their heads through the blanket of white.  The leaves begin to change color, song birds singing, and the sun… oh, how you’ve missed it terribly! All evidence of his violent hand from that day is gone, and he pushes it to the back of your mind like it had never even happened.  Spring was your favorite time of the year, but right now it felt more like a curse. You are not happy but he sees what he wants to see, and that is enough for him.  Rewinds play of the same cartoons over and over again. Only half paying attention, your gaze keeps wandering to the great outdoors, and he’s said nothing to this point when one day, he asks, “Do you want to go outside?”  You’re seated on the couch, always on his lap with his arm wrapped lazily around your waist. You jerk your head up, eyes widening slightly, but are careful to keep your expression neutral. Since that day, you have been careful not to speak or act out of turn, terrified of what more he could do to you.  Removing the pacifier from your mouth, you lie. “No, daddy.”  But he chuckles, seemingly in a cheery mood this afternoon, and rubs the small of your back.  “You’ve been a good girl lately, and that’s all I ask. We can sit on the porch.”  The burst of excitement in your chest is difficult to contain. This is the first time he has ever seriously entertained the idea of letting you out of the house. But you cannot get your hopes up. Attempting to escape briefly crosses your mind, but just as quickly as it came, it was gone.  Your strength has greatly deteriorated after months of being indoors. Your once-toned limbs were now nothing but fat from the high-calorie diet he fed you, and spending a majority of your time on all fours inadvertently ensured that your energy was sapped up in just a breath from sitting up. Besides, you wouldn’t even know where to begin. Staring out at the wooded forest, you knew that you would surely die before ever finding your way back to civilization or by his tumultuous hand.  He knows what you are thinking, but chooses to remain silent, knowing that you’ve come to the conclusion on your own about what a stupid idea it was.  However, with the flicker of fear in your eyes, he interprets it differently. “I’ll be with you every step of the way,” he promises. “I know my little girl is afraid of being taken from her Daddy, but I can promise you that nobody is going to touch his precious girl. I’ll make sure of that."  “Y-yes, Daddy. Your little girl loves her Daddy.”  His chest visibly puffs out at hearing those words from your lips. He didn’t have to tell you to say it. You started saying it on your own accord, realizing that he was unlikely to make you suffer if you willingly came to him.  By no means were you broken, but you’ve felt the fight in you begin to crumble piece by piece. It was only a matter of time, maybe another few months, before you were completely and utterly his. It wasn’t the violence that was your undoing, but the wicked way he was able to play on your mind. It was the way he makes you realize that you are nothing without your Daddy. Even if you hated him, you needed him to survive. Those invisible chains were even more powerful than the ones that physically held you bound. It is why you freeze at the threshold of the door. Heart hammering in your chest, he gently nudges your shoulder and pushes you forward. He’s slipped a lacy dress over your shoulders with a sunflower print that hangs just past your hips and a light pink cardigan. Your diaper is still on full display, but that’s beside the point because there was no one around for miles to witness your debasement.  You waddle forward, merely damp, and it is not enough for a change. A lump forms in your throat at the warmth of the sun on your skin. Tipping your head back and closing your eyes, the corner of your lips twitches up, and you do not fight the urge. For the first time in over six months, you are actually genuinely happy.  In a test of loyalty, he’s removed the restraints from your wrists, allowing you free rein of your arms for once, but the chain at your ankle remains, extended from inside the house. He doesn’t say anything, and neither do you. Instead, the two of you snuggle together in the reclined chair, head relaxed against his chest, and drink your bottle like a good girl.  You do not know how long you will stay in that position, not even blinking an eye when your bladder twinges and rushes out in a big splash. The padding crinkles, and warm piss clings to your skin, but you watch a butterfly flutter past. He sticks his fingers in the leg band, briefly lingering over your moistened cunt before pulling out.  Only when the sun begins to set, and a chill has set in, do you realize how long you have been outside. That night, as he scrubs you down in the bath, you can not help but gaze up into his eyes and whisper, “Thank you for today, Daddy. I loved it.”  And you truly mean it.  Something seems to change after that. It’s as if the tension has been sucked from the air, and suddenly it is easier to breathe. You move more freely after the restraints have all but disappeared, and spend a majority of the day upstairs or outside on the porch when he sees how truly happy it makes you feel. You don’t try to run. The thought doesn't even cross your mind because good girls are happy, good girls are sweet, good girls do not fight back.  Your cheeks blush wildly when Daddy praises you for your horribly scribbled drawings and hangs them on the fridge. He shows off all of your artwork and showers you with affection at even the smallest of actions. Your mind spins when you're put over his lap and punished, only to be fawned over after. Sweet words are whispered into your ears, little pecks of love to your teary cheeks, and quiet, intimate moments made only for the two of you.  He punishes you because he loves you. He’s teaching you to be a good girl. You didn’t believe him before, but maybe now… maybe you could see where he is coming from.  It is raining as you kneel on the couch, hands pressed against the window, in just a diaper and a paci. He’s braided your hair into two long pigtails with pink ribbons on the ends.  “Daddy!” You whine, and he emerges from the kitchen.  It’s lightly drizzling, and the sky is overcast.  “What is it, baby?”  “Play?” you ask with hopeful eyes when he plops the rubber bulb from your lips. Drool dribbles down your chin, which he wipes away with the cloth over his shoulder.  A yummy smell wafts from the kitchen, your stomach grumbles, and he sighs. “Daddy is making lunch right now, and it’s raining outside-” “Pleaseeee,” you stick your bottom lip out in the way you knew he loved.  He sighed, running his hand through his hair. After a moment of silence, he shrugs, “Alright, fine, but only after we eat.”  That is good enough for you, and you gobble up your lunch with little regard for where the food ends up or the dreaded bland texture you’ve grown so used to. He blended up all of your meals, puréed like baby food, but are much too excited a mood to sulk over it.  “You’re such a messy girl,” he teased, wiping the food from your face with a wet cloth and throwing aside the dirtied bib from around your neck.  You do not care much for his words; you are only focused on the front door. Growing up, you had loved the rain, especially the way it sounded at night. The gentle patter soothing you to sleep, you could listen to it all day long. When Daddy finally slips a rain jacket over your body and boots, they are a little too big, but it’s not a big deal.  “Rosie was a bit bigger than you, but it’ll work for now until I head into town next.”  Your brows furrow together at the mention of the other girl. He never talked about any of them (except for that one time when he’d threatened you) or what had happened, and you were too afraid to ask. The slip-up is so quick that he doesn’t even realize what he's said, and you stick a smile on your face before he can.  “Ready to go outside now?” “Yes, Daddy!” You gulp and force the Rosie girl from your mind.  OoOoo One plop, two plops, three plops, four! Every plop meant a splash and every splash meant a laugh! Your cheeks flushed pink and pigtails bounce with movement.  Daddy chased after you, jumping through the muddy puddles without hesitation, and for a moment, there was no one else in the world but you and him, simply having fun. It was as if you were five years old again, playing in the rain with no problems in the world at all. You giggle joyfully, covered in mud and splash and splash and splash.  Daddy holds you beneath your armpits, lifting you with his strong arms into the air with every plop. For a moment, you imagine your mother from when you were young, before she died. She would have a fit if she saw the state of you right now. Apparently, rainy weather made little girls sick, and while your tummy had been extra achy lately, you blamed it on the prunes.  But your mom wasn’t here. She’d been gone a long time. In the beginning, it was incredibly difficult, but over time, it became easier as you learned to deal with the loss and honor her memory in other ways.  “Daddy again! Again!” You squeal and raise your arms so he can lift you up.  Giggling along with his booming laughter, it echoed throughout the forest around them. He scooped you up in his big, comfy arms, cradled you to his chest as you squealed in delight.  You want to stay outside, but a shiver has taken hold, and Daddy clicks his tongue.  “Daddy thinks it’s bath time for his messy girl.” He announces, and with that, playtime is over. You frown around the thumb in your mouth that you do not know how it got there, but feel no need to take it out.  A bath did sound nice when you thought about it, and allowed him to bring you inside.  You were just a little girl with no other purpose than to fulfill your daddy’s unique desires. Once in the bathroom and stripped to just your birthday suit, he announces, “someone made Daddy a messy present.”  Present? You glance down at the bulge of your diaper, noticing that dark brown has seeped through the puffy material. You tilt your head, confused at the feel of a mudslide sloshing around your nether regions and the overwhelming smell wafting through the air.  Huh. You frown. You hadn’t even noticed.  After you are squeaky clean, Daddy brings you to bed, and your eyes quickly flutter shut to the hum of a soft lullaby. Today was a good day. Today was the best day, and you wonder what you fought so hard against.  It rains the rest of the week, but Daddy does not take you outside again much to your disappointment. You snuggle up and watch more of his homemade movies of the two of you. Despite the creepiness of the whole thing, you can’t help but admit what a thoughtful gesture it actually was… if only the situation were reversed.  By the time the sun appears again, you're anxious for a change of scenery. That is why it comes as a surprise when Daddy exclaims, “Let’s go for a walk.”  “Walk?” You repeat in surprise.  He chuckles. “Yes, baby. The river isn’t far, and there’s a pretty meadow nearby. We can have a picnic.” That does sound nice, actually, and you are nodding before you even realize. Daddy whips up a lunch in a brown wicker basket as you impatiently wait on the couch. When he comes back, he’s got several things in his hand. The first you recognize as a blindfold, your diaper bag, and the other…  “This is a harness,” he explains as if he’s read your mind. “It’s just so you don’t wander too far. The woods are no joke, especially if you don’t know the area.” “And the blindfold?” You hesitantly ask.  “Just another precaution.”  Oh.  You don’t fight as he slips the bodice over your bare upper half. It makes a T down the middle of your chest, settling beneath your bouncing breasts. It’s so warm that no jacket is needed, but the thought of being out of the house in nothing but a diaper… You gulp.  “Don’t worry,” he pats your puffy bottom. “It’s only us. All of the property around the house is privately owned. If someone were near, I would know.” “If you’re sure, Daddy…” “Shoes.” He says. That’s the end of that conversation.  Good girls trust their daddy.  Good girls obey.  Kneeling at your feet, he slips the first shoe onto your foot and then the other.  “It won’t be for long,” he reassures, and suddenly it is dark. He spins you round and round and round until you can’t tell your right from left and up and down.  You stumble forward, steadying yourself, and begin to walk at the tug of a leash, allowing him to lead the way. You’re panting by the time you reach the destination. It could not have been more than fifteen minutes, but already you were out of breath, and without warning, your vision is restored.  Your feet crunch beneath the leaves and sticks. Your nose flares at the mossy smell in the air, and to your right is a lazy river. A squirrel runs past, climbing up a tall tree, and a hummingbird chirps from somewhere up above. It’s peaceful and quiet and everything the world is supposed to be. Tainted by pollution and congestion and manmade problems that just seemed to get worse by the day, you don’t ever remember a time when you were just able to turn your brain off.  Following the river upstream, you spot the flash of light in the trees, and suddenly you’ve broken through the clearing and are standing in a meadow of wildflowers. Extravagant mountains frame the background, dramatic in all their glory as the sparkling blue of the water rushes on by. While you were not a wildlife expert, you could’ve sworn it resembled Mount Rainier or somewhere similar. If you were right, that would mean you were in Washington State. Ten to twelve states away from your small but mighty home of Maine. The thought sends a jolt through your throat. Pulling your head out of your thoughts, he huffs with his hands on his hips, “This seems like a good place to stop. What do you think?” Right by the river, in a field of flowers, surrounded by a picturesque backdrop… it was absolutely perfect. “Yes, Daddy.” You smile with wobbling lips.  He nods, satisfied, then places the basket down. Spreading out the checkered blanket on the ground, and, taking out several containers, he’s come well prepared.  Still, your eyes scan the area, self-conscious that someone is going to pop out with a camera and your naked self will be revealed to the world.  There’s a spread of fruit and yogurt, yesterday’s leftover chicken cut up into tiny bite-sized pieces, and mushy peas. Your eyes light up not at the food but at its solid state.  Winking playfully, he says, “Only for today.” ”Why, Daddy?” You can’t help but ask.  He shrugs. “Because I’m in a good mood.” He does not elaborate, and you do not push, just stoked that he’s even allowed this and digs in without thought.  “Apple juice.” He holds out the bottle when you’ve cleaned the plate and eagerly slurps down the juice.  You’ve dirtied yourself beyond belief, but that’s besides the point because the sound of your gurgling belly signifies that there is a much more urgent issue at hand. You shift to your side, eager to relieve the pressure from off your bum, but that does little to help.  “Is there something you need to tell Daddy?” He questions after a moment of silence.  You’d hoped that he wouldn’t notice, but of course, he did. Daddy noticed everything.  “I…” you stutter. “Your little girl needs to go poopy.”  “Then make a poopy for Daddy.”  He said it as if it were so easy. As if they were not outside where anybody could walk by at any time! But you knew that was not the case, and Daddy knew that you knew.  Good girls used their diapers.  Good girls loved their diapers.  Finally, realizing that there was no other choice, you relent. Shifting into a squat low to the ground, you can not help but wiggle your thumb into your mouth and begin to push.  The sound of crinkling fills the air as your diaper expands loudly and hangs between your thighs. Daddy pulls back the waistband, dramatically pinching his nose and says, “peeew!”  As if that couldn’t make it any worse…  But you don’t have to wait long, because Daddy is speedy with the change, once again having to reassure you that no one was going to see. Lying on the blanket with your legs spread wide in the open outdoors, he wipes you front to back, having come prepared with all the necessary equipment.  You stare at the pretty blue sky. A plane passes by, and it’s so tiny in the sky that you wonder if they could see you now, what would they be saying…  “All done!” Daddy cheers and brings your attention back to the present. He hovers atop your body and suddenly, there is a crispness to the air, and your body reacts without your consent. The darkened circles of your nipples harden, and there’s a silence between the two of you where his gaze lingers curiously.   “Little girls should not have such big feelings,” he makes a chiding noise.  You gulp nervously, knowing this is against the rules, but sometimes your body does things you have no control over. But before you could overthink it too much, he smiled, “But luckily, Daddy is in a good mood today.” “Daddy?” You frown, and he laughs condescendingly.  He reaches out his hand, and what you expect to hurt is the exact opposite.  Gentle but firm, he begins to roll the sensitive skin. Tugging firmly but gently, a gasp escapes your parted lips, and your back arches, lifting off the ground.  “M-m-more!” You whimper in desperate need. You don’t know how long it's been since you’ve felt something so… so… hot and want to milk this until the very last drop.  The smell of arousal permeates the air, and your thighs clench together, straining against the dripping mess of your core.  “Is my little girl wet?” His voice is heavy with a need that you’ve both suppressed and find his fingers within your diaper on the outer edge of your lips.  “Daddy,” your hips brazenly buck against his teasing touch, not caring in the moment about anything else.  “Daddy, please!” You cry out. “Are you sure?”  Biting back the string of curse words on your tongue, you can only scream, “Please…”  “Only because you used manners.”  He is the only one laughing, and then his fingers fill you whole. Pumping in and out, in and out, you’re like a dog in heat.  He teases you mercilessly, suckling on your tits and trapping your hands above your head so you can not even have the chance to touch yourself if you want, which you do… but he controls your body, mind, and spirit. Trapped by the chastity of your diaper, you could not have hated it any more than at this moment. Even when he pulls away, you all but hump his leg, desperate for the friction against your sensitive pussy.  “Are you going to stay my good girl? If so, there can be plenty more treats from where that came from.”  Unable to speak, you can only nod your head, desperate for more, desperate to please him if that meant more of this spectacular feeling.  “Down girl,” he snickers and has to physically remove you from his body. “We’ve got all day.” 

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