Cloth Diapers & Panties

Anya hummed and kept on working, until she heard quick footsteps. She raised an eyebrow and turned around, then she quickly strode towards the girl and grabbed her arm. "Excuse me, but where do you think you're going?" She asked sternly, with the most condescending, motherly voice she could muster. 

After much deliberation, Dahlia ultimately decided on a plain diaper. She thought it sounded the most mature, which she was trying to look in order to impress her partner. It was the most mature, but Francine had her ways to make it the most babyish choice of all!

Katherine’s plan was rather rudimentary. After all, babies aren’t exactly known for being smart, now are they? The plan was that as soon as Anya looks away, she makes a b-line for the restroom. And then she sneaks back to her cubby before Anya even knew what happened! It was foolproof! Not. 

Francine smiled at her. "Thank you, Dolly." She stated and kissed her cheek before turning off the water and getting them both towels. She then took the girl to pick out diapers. She was excited whenever she got to play like this- the girl was always so shy picking one out!

A commissioned story.  ----------------------------------------- Deep within the heart of a lush jungle, lies a mysterious cavern spoken about only in hushed rumors. It has been said in the deepest reaches of this cave, there lies riches beyond one’s greatest imagination. Despite the coveted nature of this cavern, no one had dared to seek out its bounty. The very existence of this cave was thought to only be a rumor, dreamed up by rookie adventurers with lofty fantasies for the unmarked territories. True or not, only a select few would dare to tread on lands that the guild had deemed unsafe. The Amazon was one of those brave few. Armed with her strength, experience, and mighty poleaxe, the proud female warrior cut a path deeper into the unmarked jungle. Recently, the Amazon had acquired a tip from a local pub about an unexplored area that harbored great treasure. On this particular venture, The Amazon had decided to travel alone. Many explorers often took strength in numbers, with The Amazon recently falling in the same category. Still, it was not uncommon for the warrior woman to run ahead of her party, having known solitude as her only companion for most of her past. On that same note, she didn’t want to hear the myriad of complaints and precautions from her allies when she brought up the idea. It was better to leave now and return with spoils later, after swiftly conquering the dungeon. Besides, The Amazon’s friends were probably used to her solo missions, and wouldn’t be shocked to not see her for a few days. It was oddly reassuring not to worry about a search party ruining her fun. Traveling into the heart of the forest was no easy feat. She had been turned countless times that day. Vines that she swore she had cut were miraculously regrowing, leaving no visible trail for anyone to follow. However, when night was beginning to fall, the Amazon had finally made it to the entrance of a cave amidst an unmarked clearing. Based on what she heard from the tavern, this was the right place. Surprisingly, the entrance to the dungeon was completely unguarded. “That’s weird. No welcome party?” The Amazon thought to herself. She had been expecting something powerful to halt her progress, be it a cunning beast or an unbreakable lock. There didn’t appear to be any magical traps on the outside either. However, that area was far from her specialty. If anything, it was her blind spot. Either way, the lack of security was fine by her. “Looks like this place is begging me to crack it wide open.” The Amazon ventured deeper into the fateful cave. She struck down any enemy that crossed her path, hardly working up a sweat. “Come on, you’re all way too weak to stop me! Give me a challenge already! ” Boasting her strength, cutting down any fiend that crossed her path, the warrior counted her rampage on the lowly hoards of enemies. In due time, the numbers ceased, and the cavern had become quiet, save for the breathing and footsteps of its would-be conquerer. “This is way too easy. It’s almost no fun picking off small fries.” While the foes failed to meet her expectations, the treasures of this dungeon were as plentiful as promised. While the Amazon had already amassed a mighty haul, she still was not yet satisfied. It was said that the true treasure this dungeon had to offer was hidden far in its deepest chamber. Knowing this, and feeling rather confident in herself, the Amazon further deeper within, unaware of the danger encroaching upon her. Further and further she had ventured, her pace now slowing down. The well of fiends to slay had dried up, alongside any loot they may have carried. The dungeon’s domain had gradually shifted the further down she went. The soft soil of the higher floors was soon replaced with walls of cobblestone. “This place sorta looks like an underground city.” She mused. The Amazon would not consider herself a historian but was still surprised by the change in landscape. The floor’s scent was also an oddity. Usually, dank caverns stunk of moss and rust. But she could no longer ignore the approaching scent of lavender and chamomile… “Didn’t I just come that way?” The Amazon stared into the dark beyond, each pathway a shrouded mystery. She had been stuck on this floor for some time now. The once simple and linear dungeon had quickly turned into a sprawling labyrinth. She furrowed her brow, growing annoyed with the shifting location. Turn after turn, she saw no sign that she was getting closer to the exit. There was a distant sound, barely and yet oddly familiar, that sounded off in the darkness. Even stranger, the faint flowery and powdery scents from before had grown stronger. All of a sudden, a new sound caught her ear. Somewhere off in the distance, The Amazon heard a set of voices chattering amongst themselves. Could it be other adventurers who found themselves lost? Or were they friends brewing a dastardly plot? She paused, focusing on the distant conversation. “…around here…” “…all alone…” “…not quite…” “…still here…” It was all gibberish from this distance. She wasn’t even sure if the voices were human. She hunkered behind a nearby wall, trying to creep closer. “Just gotta get them in my sights…” The Amazon whispered, readying a deadly sucker punch of an assault. Just as she began to peer past the wall, one of her feet gave way, sinking into the ground below. A tile beneath her foot had sunk into the ground, and a magic aura soon enveloped her. “Aw, crap!” She yelled. She was helpless to stop the magic that was surrounding her, becoming swiftly enveloped in a bright light. There were times in every adventurer’s life, be they fledgling or veteran, when they must give themselves up to the rolls of fate. Whether it be their first adventure or their hundredths, this was fate’s law. When the gods of this realm roll their dice, all onlookers sat in silence. This would be the moment that decides our heroine’s future. Would luck have her favor, granted her another chance to fight? Or, would she fall victim to the dungeon’s trap, never to see the light of day again? “The Amazon has suffered a critical failure.” Say the wind of fate. *POOF* A plum of pink smoke suddenly enveloped the Amazon, sending her into a fit of hacking coughs. She swatted the strange smoke away, her eyes beginning to water. Immediately, she felt lighter. She also felt a cool breeze glide past her chest. As soon as the smoke cleared, she saw the reason why. Her entire stash, every scrap of gold she scavenged, had vanished into thin air. The story was the same for her poleaxe. Her mighty weapon, her most sturdy of companions in this world, had abandoned her at this most climactic of times. As for the breeze, she had been stripped of her armor, leaving her breast bare. While she was not completely nude, the replacement clothing she had been magically gifted left the heroine dumbfounded. The sight of a diaper tied over her butt was unmistakable. The cushy cloth covering was the only protection she had left, not that she could ever hope to traverse a dungeon with such a cushy piece of equipment. “Waah!” The Amazon shrieked, wrapping her arms over her bare chest. The only saving grace was that no one was around to see her in such a sorry state. Unfortunately, that would not remain the case for long. Her surprised screams had already given away her position, attracting unwanted attention. A trio of goblin sisters had appeared before her, each boasting eager grins. They lorded over the lower half of the dungeon, their sights locked on whichever adventurer was unlucky to make it this far.   Goa, the eldest, sister, beamed at The Amazon, her eyes filled with a maternal hunger. “Oi! Look at the big ol’ baby! Bloody cute one, she is! She’ll right adorable all nestled up in her new cot!” “B-baby!?” The Amazon went red in the face, her mind painting a tapestry of herself being the baby of these goblin women. Was this all part of the dungeon’s trap? This all seemed like the perfect storm to cement her downfall. Mok, the middle sister, chose to point and laugh at the padded hero. “Aww, lookie her! She’s all spooked, she is! Big ol’ tot ‘bout to cry her eyes out!” “H-hey, leave me alone!” the Amazon whined. Try as she might, she could not steady her emotions against the harsh comments. Her sharp tongue had been soundly dull by the traps of the dungeon. Lun, the third sister remained silent. However, from the smile on her face, it was clear that she echoed the same sentiment as her sisters. The situation looked dire. Her armor and weapons had completely vanished. She was all alone, with no one coming to save her. She was stuck in a strange labyrinth, with no exit in sight. Standing in front of her were three goblin sisters, who wanted nothing more than to baby her further. The Amazon had to make a move. However, before she had even realized it, her body had already come to a decision. “W-wah! Get away from me!” The Amazon let out a high-pitched shriek as she ran away from the monsters, choosing flight over fight for the first time in her life. The Amazon frantically ran through the dark corridor, her bare feet slapping against the cool floor below. Her eyes began to mist as she heard the trio of goblin laughter accented by the rising lull of soft music. She turned a corner, her bare back to a nearby wall, and fell to the ground as her shaking legs gave way. Past her huffs and panting, she could no longer hear the voices of the three eager fiends once chasing her. Conversely, the distant music had grown even louder, disarmingly so, and the flower scents were stronger as well. While the entrance lacked any sort of musical accompaniment, there was still the possibility of exit, albeit unlikely. The song could very well be another trap made to lure her further away from home. Was this a song of hope, or a siren’s call? The Amazon didn’t know what to make of it. There were so many things to fear in these caverns. However, it was best to worry about one problem at a time. The Amazon looked down at herself and let out a soft whimper. Just as she feared, she was still stark naked, save for cloth padding tied to her rear. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted shards of broken mirrors, strewn about the dungeon floor. She wearily crawled towards them, her legs too worn to carry her. The sight of her reflection almost drove her to tears. A frilly baby bonnet was fixed on her head and tied tight with a fat bow under her neck. She was in such a panic over her diaper that she hadn’t even noticed. Streaming from the sides of the bonnet, was her long, luscious hair, tied together in two large, bouncy pigtails. She shook her head, refusing to believe the sight, her pigtails shaking to and fro. She knew her usual attitude was nothing like this. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t weak. Yet, all these feelings and beliefs came at her in full force. Ever since she came to this floor, her entire adventure has been going awry. The strange scents were getting stronger. The soft music had only gotten louder. Sitting down, her legs splayed out to the side, she stared down at her ever-present padding. Simply staring at it now brought her to whimpers. She had decided to remove the infantile garment posthaste. Even having to bear it all would be better than being a big baby lost in a giant sandbox of a dungeon. She brought her hands closer to the pin. “I…I need to,” She paused. As soon as she touched the diaper, The Amazon was overcome with a sense of dread and fear. In all of her adult years, she had never once dreamed of needing a diaper to feel safe. Yet now, in this critical moment, she could not imagine what she would do without it. She tried to power through her emotions and rip the accursed garment off before her tears could begin to flow, but that decision quickly backfired on her. The moment her hand touched the diaper’s pin, a hiss sounded off, as the frightened Amazon began to flood her diaper. She was helpless to stop her body as the stream flowed freely into her waiting padding. Amidst this, she broke into a pitiful bout of cries, failing to stop both her emotions and change her padded state. “Noooo! S-stop!” Try as much as she wished, there was nothing to stop her from wetting her diaper like any other crying baby. In the end, the once pristine diaper had been completely soaked in only a matter of seconds. This proved to be another harsh blow to the Amazon’s emotional state, which had already begun to show cracks. However, her ordeals were far from over. She looked up and saw that her cries and once again attracted unwanted attention. “Look at the widdle piddle pants!” “…Baby wet…” “Daww, don’t fret now, cutie-pie! We’ll get ya in a nice fresh nappy, and everything all be better!” The goblins had caught up to the heroine, still dead set on turning the heroine into this dungeon’s baby. They had quickly learned from their last ambush attempt, not to make the same mistake. The goblin trio had encircled the heroine, giving her nowhere to escape. Not that she had the will to try. The Amazon, once a brave warrior, was still teary-eyed over her wet accident. As a desperate final move, The Amazon began to crawl away from her captors, not even caring if it left her chest exposed. With no viable escape route, she ended up crawling around in circles until she was stopped by one of the goblins pressing a hand into her soaked padding. “Oh, I don’t think so. Where does this wee one think she’s wandering off to?” Goa, the leader of the pack, cooed at the fallen warrior before forcing her to the ground. “The nursery ain’t that way, little missy. Besides, we can’t have you wandering around with a soggy nappy on your bum. You sit tight and let nanny Goa take care of ya.” In the Amazon’s current state, it was no challenge for the goblin women to overpower her. Goa flipped the Amazon right onto her back, right on top of a waiting changing mat. Baby powder, oil, and a stack of fresh nappies. All the important tools for approaching diaper change had been laid out. “S-stop! Go away…!” The Amazon cried in a weary, shaky voice. She had made a weak attempt to stop the change, motioning her hands to cover the pin. Her efforts were quickly thwarted, as Goa moved her hands away, guiding a thumb into the Amazon’s mouth. “Easy there, ya fussy girl,” Goa cooed, “We won’t be having anything of that. You’ll feel much better once you have a fresh nappy on.” In Goa’s mind, the warrior’s attempt to gain back some control was nothing short of adorable. She could easily change any diaper, no matter the size of the baby. As Goa unpinned the wet diaper, The Amazon felt herself stricken with a familiar wave of worry and anxiety. Luckily, she now had a thumb in her mouth to suckle on for comfort. It kept her calm as the cool wet wipes cleaned her private area. Goa lifted the Amazon’s long, firm legs straight up, and landed them on the waiting surface of a fresh, fluffy diaper. She shook a canister of baby powder over the heroine’s crotch, the scent of lavender now closer than ever. The new cloth diaper was pulled over and pinned, sealing the heroine’s fate. “There ya are, wee one,” Goa said, proudly wiping the powder off her hands. “Such cute little tot, yes you are. Yes, you are! That nursery needs a baby just like you in it, quicksmart.” “N-nursery?” The Amazon let a pitiful whine. The humiliating traps. The goblins horde. The loss of her precious poleaxe, as well as her confidence. She could hardly keep up with how much had happened in one day. One afternoon? How long had she been down here? Time had a way of escaping her when she was out on an expedition. With no Sun to aid her in the deep underground, minutes could bleed into hours, which could bleed into days. She rarely took heed of her exhaustion, writing up a tab that her body would later pay for in fatigue. Even now she could feel the drain of a long-fought adventure starting to grip her. Mok chose now to cut in with her sharp tongue. “Lookie at the ol’ babe! Bout to cry her out over a soggy nappy! We won’t be having ye waddling off anymore, we won’t!” As if to further her point, Mok fixed a pair of soft, wool booties over the Amazon’s feet. “No more grabbing any gold with your grubby little mitts,” Mok continued, tightening wool mittens over the Amazon’s hands. The Amazon also broke into tears as her thumb-sucking was interrupted.   “P-please, I’m not a ba—” *POP* “Hush up now, ya big whiner.” Out of the corners of her eyes, she could the top of the pacifier shield, bobbing in her mouth. The bulb pressed against her tongue, greeting her with a strange flavor. “Raspberries?” she attempted to mumble out, yet the obstruction in her mouth made it come out as “Wasberru?” All attempts to spit it out would prove to be futile. At this stage, an enchanted pacifier was only par for the course. Regardless of the details, she suckled on it without delay, her thumb serving as a practice course, already working on a steady rhythm. She couldn’t help but be smitten by the wave of calm the pacifier allowed. “…Baby go in now…” Lum had spoken up, now wheeling in a tool meant to escort the pacifier heroine. It was a wooden pram, the largest that the Amazon had ever seen in her days. The wide frame made it resemble a wheelbarrow at first glance. However, with the design, the soft blanket lining, and the context of everything thus far, its true nature was unmistakable. Suddenly, the Amazon opted for another escape attempt, this one much shorter lived. Being the soft material or some form of magical enchantment, the thick wool booties. Within seconds she had fallen back on her padded tush, puffs of powders sprinkling out. It was hard to believe that the overgrown, misty-eyed woman with pigtails streaming from her bonnet, idly suckling on a pacifier, had ever been a brave warrior at some point. But that life was as unreachable now as the dungeon’s exit. The goblin trio all worked in tandem to heave the dungeon’s newest baby into the waiting pram. The wheels creaked under the sudden weight but stayed firm. The Amazon’s booties-clad feet dangled from the sides, not quite touching the ground. The goblins whipped and turned all about the dungeon floor. The goblin sister knew everything about this cavern system. Every nook, cranny, twist, and turn. This also meant that even if the Amazon had managed to escape, as doubtful as that now was, they would be able to flank her before she ever got close to the light of day. “Ya better start looking forward to your new nursery, wee one.” Mok ran along the side of the pram so that you look at the group’s catch while she teased her. “You’ll NEVER ‘ave a chance of leaving ‘ere, ya fuzzy wittle tot!” Mok cackled, tickling the Amazon on her dangling feet. In her pacifier states, the Amazon could reply with whimpers mixed with involuntary giggles. “You won’t have to worry about finding gold ever again.” Goa cut in, trying to put a brighter spin on the situation. “No more fighting scary monsters or going on tough adventurers. All you have to worry ‘bout is toddling around in your nursery, drinking your baba, and being a great big cutie.  Don’t go trying to deny it. That’s just what a big baby like you wants!” The Amazon blushed beet red. She cowered in the pram, feverishly suckling on her pacifier, helpless to stop the onslaught of degrading comments. Eventually, the stroll around the dungeon came to a close, when the party with the pram arrived at a large door. For better or worse, the Amazon had finally reached the dungeon’s deepest level. Behind the door, was everything promised to her by the goblin horde. The once distant lullaby was now playing in perfect clarity. Tapestries of soft colors lined the room. The only treasure chest here was one filled with toys that looked lovingly stitched. Countless infantile amenities were present, all sized up to support the Amazon. There was even a changing table in one corner of the room, with even fluffy diapers stacked beneath it. With the pram tilted upwards, the Amazon was unceremoniously plopped on her hands and knees like a crawling infant. The only visible exit was being guarded by three grinning goblins. Even more so than before, escaping seemed to be an impossible feat. Mok gave the back of the Amazon’s diaper a forceful pat, “Aww, the little tot wants to play, does she? Finally realized your place as a helpless wittle rugrat?” “She’s so bloody perfect!” Goa pinched the heroine’s cheeks, causing her to whine behind the pacifier. “We gonna have so much this little cutie-patootie!” The Amazon could only let out a series of frightened whimpers as the maternal monsters teased her endlessly. She looked upon the babyish bounty, this impending future before her, and wanted nothing more than to escape this dungeon posthaste. Just then, the Amazon’s stomach growled loudly, causing her to duck her head. Normally, after soundingly conquering a dungeon, she would camp out a catch her dinner for the night, her head held high. However, with her storied life as an adventurer quickly becoming a closed chapter, it was clear that no such celebration would be had. Possibly ever again. “…Baby hungry…” It was more of a designation, a statement of fact than a question. Lum already had her eyes set on the large highchair in one corner of the room. “Oh, that’s right! I bet she’s all hungry from running around in the dungeon all day. Let’s go put some num-nums in her tum-tums!” “Hope ya didn’t plan feedin’ yourself anytime time soon. A fussy tot like you would just go and make a mess everywhere.” The goblins lifted the Amazon once more, pushing her into the large highchair and locking her in. With her arms pinned to the side, the highchair’s tray locked in tight, a frilly bib now tied around her neck.  The Amazon was trapped in her seat, right on time for supper. Lum took charge of the food, a bottle of milk already prepared, ready to be drunk by the nursery’s new baby. Lum muttered an incantation. A magic circle surrounded the bottle, while the Amazon watched in silence. The adventure once again found herself at the mercy of the rolls of fate. While the circumstances were not as dire, she was still in Lady Luck’s court once more. Anything could happen as the goblin cast her spell. “A Critical Roll!” So said the winds of fate. The baby bottle was enveloped in a warm light and grew to massive proportions. The once hand-held bottle was now as tall as the goblin enchanting it. Despite the change in size, the bottle was still as light as before. “…Big baby gets the big baba…” Lum teased with a slight smile. While her speech was monotone, her expression made her easier to read. “W-wait! Not the bot—MMMPH!!!” “Hush. Drink.” Lum quietly chided, hoisting up the large bottle with ease. The fake nipple filled nearly every inch of the heroine’s mouth, somehow even larger than the pacifier from before. The Amazon wasn’t even able to scream out with the bottle corked in. “What’s wrong, baby? Don’t like your din-dins? Don’t be a faker, now. We know how much babies love their milk.” Mok laughed as the Amazon fought against her feeding. Regretfully, the Amazon had no choice but to begin suckling, lest the bottle stay in her mouth any longer. It took a good deal of forceful suckling before the stream of warm, rich milk began to flow, a stray trail running down one side of her mouth. “Aww! Look at her drink her baba like good wittle baby!” Goa cooed, her eyes sparkling with motherly affection. “Such a good, good girlie! Drink it all up so you can have a nice, nap long. We want you all good and rest for tomorrow.” “Mmmuuooohhh…” The Amazon could feel herself growing tired as her tummy grew fuller. She only longed for the end of this arduous feeding. However, she would not be granted relief until her bout of suckling was over. The bottle had given her more trouble than any beast she had slain during her days as an adventurer. The Amazon was a burbling mess, drunk from her milk dinner. “Urrrpp!” The Amazon belched as Lum patted her back, spittle landing on her bib. “Baby make burpies.” Lum cooed. She unlatched the highchair, allowing the Amazon to waddle out of the highchair, landing back on her cushy, padded butt. “Such a good tot, she is! So precious, so cute!” The Amazon had not even been on the ground for three minutes, and Goa was already mushing her cheeks and wiping milk from her mouth. “Let’s get her all dressed naptime!” “Don’t go acting all cranky over naptime, ya hear? Fussy tots get spankings down here.” Mok flashed a tooth grin. The Amazon cowered, knowing better than to challenge her crib keepers. Her booties and mitten were removed, but it mattered not. The goblins quickly ran a footed sleeper up her legs on over her body. The soft feet and mitten-style sleeves were just as effective as restricting her grip. With buttons down her back, she had no way of escaping her snuggly prison. The sleeper kept the diaper close to her body, not letting her padded status for one second. The sizable bulge of the thick padding made it obvious to any onlookers. Namely, the three goblins sisters who were still overjoyed with their latest catch. The goblins pushed the heroine towards the wooden crib in one corner of the nursery. She plopped inside, landing on the soft mattress, and the crib’s bars were soon raised high up. Sitting inside the crib was a dizzying beast all its own. She knew the crib was only a few feet above ground, having shot weary glances toward it since she landed in the nursery. However, peering over the edge, the ground below looked far more unreachable than it should. It was like she was at a mountain’s summit, knowing that jumping from this height would spell doom. “…Baby sleepy…” Lum spoke. She could easily read the meaning behind the Amazon’s fluttering eyes. “You get plenty of rest now, okay? Precious little fuss-pot! You got a whole day o’ play waiting for you tomorrow!” Goa cooed. She planted one more wet kiss on the Amazon’s forehead for the night. “Welcome to your new life, wee one! Soon enough, you’ll be a nuthin’ but a bouncing babbling babe!” Mok teased. She gave a swift swat to the Amazon’s bum, giving weight to her promise. With that, the goblin took their leave. They each exited through the only door visible, the room growing dark as they did. The door was then locked with magic, ensuring the Amazon had no means of escape. All the Amazon could do was slump back on her new crib. The mobile twirled overhead like a hypnotist’s pendent. The pacifier was still stuffed in her mouth, the bobbing beginning to slow. The soft mattress made her worries melt away, like gold under heat. Her bladder ached. The odds of the Amazon not wetting herself during the night were staggeringly low. Fate had not been kind to her sense of maturity. Buried underneath a sea of pampering, and warrior inside her still wanted to resist this treatment. However, a new feeling was steadily growing inside her. Once that believed that the goblins told no lie. One that believed she was a helpless infant, a truth that was once lost had now been rediscovered. However, for now, all she could do for now was hold onto these feelings, as she drifted on to sleep. The treasure the heroine had dreamed up was nothing more than a farce, bait to lure in adventurers the world over. The lucky ones never made it past the first few floors and would be magically transported back to surface level once the cave deemed that they were not worthy. But fate had other plans for the unlucky one. Like a living being, the cave acted with a sense of desire. It only made itself accessible at seemingly random times. If the dungeon did not “desire” to be found, it could stay closed off for eons. It had wanted a specific type of hero to keep as its permanent resident, someone only the cave knew the exact details of. Soon after the victim entered the cave, the exit would become inaccessible to them. The magical melody would dull their sense, luring them closer to their closer to their demise. The dungeon could conjure up any number of beasts to best the adventurer. The dungeon chose to deploy weaker monsters at the top level, giving them a false sense of confidence. The goblin sisters were constructs of the dungeon. The Amazon was perfect. She was the most perfect treasure that the dungeon could have ever “desired” to keep. Now that she was finally here, no one would ever steal that treasure away.