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By Babyregressme · Posted
My mum changes me as soon as I wake up and go into the bathroom -
Wow, the production value here is off the charts, so well done it is easy to see your passion here! Loved the dance numbers (I always thought thumbsucking should be in more routines haha) and the sandbox scene looks like a perfect party. I only wish I had your # of outfit changes! -
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To be honest Alex was a bit annoyed. That lucky brat had one fake accident and was on his way to a nursery. Alex had spent years being the biggest brat possible, running resistance groups, writing about fighting against Amazons, ACTUALLY fighting against them, calling their objectively true facts about the dumbness and diaperability of all Littles lies, ALL WHILE WEARING DIAPERS IN PUBLIC UNDER HIS OWN FREAKING CLOTHES, and still escaped all of them. Yes, he had hidden things and run when almost caught, but he figured one would be good enough to get him and use his escape attempts as a reason for more punishments. What does a Little gotta do to get put in his place? Disappointing that the superior species couldn't see the trick, but he guessed he was good at hiding it. He was a dumb Little, but not a particularly dumb one after all. Still, his target was nearby, and he had to prepare. He stood up on his chair, jumped the distance to the ground, and fell to his bottom before getting back up. He stood up and bushed off his thankfully not sore bottom. Yet another reason to prefer padded underwear. He left his cup still on the table. Babies didn't need to clean up after themselves, why should he? His intended Mommy and Daddy had specifically said they didn't believe in making Littles do chores, since they wouldn't for actual babies. Another positive. He took a step, and luxuriated in the sound of his diaper crinkling. He wiggled his bottom, making the thick padding rub between his thighs and bringing even more crinkles. He knew from experience it was louder in his ears then in others. He had walked around with them before, and normally got away with it. Still, much as he loved it, it had to come off. He blushed and waddled toward the bathroom. Deep down, he knew it was fine, no one noticed, and he was going to get in a nursery anyway. However, his instinct still made him scared. Frankly, in another circumstance, he preferred the idea that his padded bottom was obvious. He passed by a couple of giants sitting at a table. Beside them, strapped down into a locking stroller, was a Little in a thick white diaper and pink t shirt. The Little seemed to be new to their status, they were blushing and at the giants giggling as if it was all still new and shocking. So, they were in the few months before they truly learned their place. What a fun experience for them! Alex recognized the diaper, he wore the same kind himself. He made eye contact with the Little. The Little looked back, scared, pleading, humiliation, and a dozen other emotions in their eye. Alex replied with a smirk. He reached to his belt line and pulled his own diaper slightly above it. He winked, and put his finger to his mouth in a shushing motion. The Little looked in surprise at the seemingly free Little choosing to wear a diaper. Their emotions switched entirely to shock, and they looked to see if anyone else noticed, then back at Alex in confusion. Alex giggled, stuck his tongue out, and pulled his eyelid down. "Haha, I'm free and you're not, you HAVE to wear one and I don't, and I'm choosing to do the thing that humiliates you just for fun," he thought. The Little became outraged, and began squirming in their stroller and moaning through the locked pacifier gag for attention. Alex waggled his finger and shook his head while smirking. The Little reached to grab their Amazon mommy's sleave. And that was the que for Alex to leave. He power walked behind them, making sure to emphasize the waddle as he passed the furious Little. Hopefully their reaction will be taken as a tantrum and they'll get a fun punishment they probably deserved (and wanted) anyway. "What are you whining about? Is this another tantrum?" his Daddy asked, and from the sounds of the muffled shouts that followed, he planned to do something about it. As Alex walked, he relaxed. He sighed in pleasure as his diaper became warm and expanded. It squished a bit, and hugged him closely. Soon, he'd feel that constantly. He wondered how often his new Mommy and Daddy would immedietly change his diaper, or leave him in it for hours. The later could sometimes be fun, but he didn't want it TOO much. He made sure to stop part way through wetting. For his plan to work fully, he needed the wet diaper, and it felt wrong to get rid of it without using it anyway. However, he also needed to be ready to go again. If his initial plan failed, his back up was to wet his pants, a move that ALWAYS ended with a little in a nursery. Wetting his pants wasn't nearly as fun as doing it in a diaper, and from the outside perspective would mean his former friends in the resistance would be less likely to assume he was being railroaded by the system, but it was good to have a fall back. He entered the bathroom. Like all good public bathrooms, everything except the changing table was far too big for a Little. The toilets (which Littles shouldn't be using) were above his head, and hidden by blue stalls he had to jump to open. He walked by them, checking to make sure they were empty. He smiled at his so far perfect plan. He had picked this bathroom as it was rarely used. For his plan to work, it needed to be empty at first. At the same time, he deliberately avoided any bathrooms with Little sized toilets . He walked into the stall. Hopefully, this will be the last time he'd be in such a place. He pulled down his pants and examined his diaper. Like all good diapers, the tapes were too strong for a weak Little to open, so he slid it off. He then reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a pair of gross boxers. He looked at them while wrinkling his nose, sighed, and pulled them on, followed by his pants. With any luck, he'd never have to wear the bad-for-Littles things again. He had considered simply going up to his target already wearing a diaper. That would probably guarantee a Mommy or Daddy adopting him, so it was a tempting choice. However, the initial capture often a key part in a Little's new life, and it was something he'd daydreamed about way to much to avoid. He often imagined what being forcibly put into his assumed 'first as an adult' diaper would be. He loved to picture himself getting grabbed, stripped, screaming and fighting to no avail and only to attract more attention to his humiliation, before getting spanked into obedience and finally diapered. Then they'd find the diaper he hid in the bathroom, and he'd be forced to admit the diaper was his as no other Little used this bathroom, and all his arguments would fall to nothing. Sure, the other Littles who had read his work would argue they were all planted as part of a take down, but would be ignored as more Little nonsense. He waved goodbye to his friendly diaper and walked out back into the mall. He checked the clock on the wall of the food court. His intended new Mommy would arrive soon, and the way was far for someone with short Little legs. He hurried along. The choice of Mommy and Daddy had been a difficult one. He knew he wanted to get adopted, and by all appearances 'accidently.' However, it had to be the right couple. His status in the resistance gave him details about hundreds of important Amazons, and he looked through them to find the right ones. The opinions ranged widely, from "Littles are our equals" hippies like the Kenzies to "spank them daily" brutalists like the McValences, authors of the infamous "All Littles are Bad". Alex wanted to be a good Little, and he had to choose a balance. First off, it had to be a couple. He wanted as much attention as possible, and that required both a Mommy and Daddy. Second, he wanted them to be RICH, so he could be spoiled like he deserved. Alex wanted to see the world from his stroller, in the most comfortable and cutest diapers, and holding expensive toys. It also came with lifestyle, and Alex didn't want to be one of those Littles desperate Amazons used as household servants, or kept in cages, or blocked from any other kind of hobby. Anyway, given how much smarter Amazons were then Littles, what did it say about one who couldn't make money? They didn't deserve a good, if a bit bratty, Little like Alex. The perfect couple was Mr and Mrs Johnson. They were advocates for Littles rights, but not to the insane "Littles shouldn't be spanked" level ridiculousness. When they weren't jet setting, they lived in a huge mansion with their Littles and pets, where their Littles had their own nursery full of cute clothes, toys, and the most comfortable diapers. The Littles were allowed to have their own lives, pursuing art and Littles sports, and would give Alex people to bully and fight for Mommy and Daddy's attention with. Both were known to care for their Littles constantly, often bouncing one each in their laps, and giving them constant attention. Alex LOVED the idea of mindlessly filling his diapers on camera, sitting on his uber important Mommy and Daddy's lap, while they gave a speech that went over Alex's Little head to the other smart adults "Hey would you look at that!" Alex said quietly. It was the Little he had teased and showed off his diaper too earlier. -
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By Little Sherri · Posted
Okay, I'm back. Not that anyone was on the edge of their seats. But it is interesting to chime in on this 15-year-old topic. It's great that this site has been around so long. - I was watching Saturday morning cartoons in Pampers and a t-shirt when I was maybe 6 or 7, and I heard someone walking down the stairs, and assumed it was my brother, as it was probably 7 AM. Nope - my parents had neglected to inform me that my aunt and cousin had arrived after we'd gone to bed, and were sleeping in the guest bedroom. It was my cousin on the stairs; she was (and is) a year younger than me. When she came walking into the room, I ran and locked myself in the bathroom. More recently: - I was repairing my lawn tractor in jeans and a t-shirt, 100 feet up my driveway, running a compressor that drowns out most background noise, so I didn't notice my neighbour had come walking up. I was squatting, and a good strip of diaper was exposed at my lower back. I introduced myself, and took her in to see my wife... there wasn't much to say. She has since become friends with my wife. At least it was a white diaper. - I had an appointment with a urologist, and I did not expect him to ask me to drop my pants on the introductory appointment, but that's what happened. I had a pull-up on, thankfully a plain one. Amazingly, he didn't even ask about it - that was not why I was there. - I had a blood test scheduled where there was an ECG on the order, and I didn't realize it. So, I'd worn a onesie over a diaper, and a short-sleeved shirt, perfect for bloodletting, but not perfect for a shirtless connection to an ECG machine. I managed to get the onesie off without them noticing, but when I was laying down on the exam table, my diaper was showing at my waist. I hastily tucked it in, and the technician, a nice lady of Asian descent, said "Don't worry about it!" in a good-humoured way. - During the pandemic, I went to a busy downtown hospital for an MRI, and they issued me a disposable gown to wear, which normally was not what they gave you - normally, it was a standard hospital gown, which works okay over a diaper. The disposable gown was made of paper, essentially, and I didn't realize until I was out in the main waiting area, that my diaper was glowing under the airport-grade fluorescent lighting - it had been relatively dark in the changing stall. A technician ran over with a second gown for me to put on. Again, happily, it was a white diaper, not something with pink unicorns on it.
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