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Hi everyone please find the story below! Potty Time The start of my fall from grace begun under the Autumn school holiday on a trip to a park, on the mini bus was me, Leah and her twin friends, a group of younger boys from a different school but attended the club after school and the girls Charlotte and Sarah with Sarah’s mum who absolutely hated me Diane who worked for the club as a child minder. On the bus ride there I began to feel queasy and I just assumed car sickness after shame facedly trying to let out a few silently breaking wind resulting in the usual childhood game of trying to guess who did the crime before we arrived at the park. However after an hour of being there my windy problem had not passed in fact it had gotten worse! I really needed to relieve myself very badly and there was no way I could hold it for long, let along until we arrived back at the club. I tried to discreetly walk into the public toilet but to my despair it was locked. Faced with the thought of going in my pants I had to seek assistance sadly that Diane. Red faced I gingerly walked over to my worst enemy “Diane…I need help.” Diane looked at me and coldly asked “what”, I replied, “I really need the loo” “can’t you go in the bushes?” there was a few seconds pause before I looked down and admitted “Its not what I can go in the trees for” “can you hold on an hour or two?” “no..” I whined, she looked and checked the toilet door then looked thoughtful for a minute she eventually said “ meet me over by the minibus.” I waddled over and saw her and her daughter standing by the bus she told Sarah to go play on the swing and reassured her she would be there soon, looking at me she told me to get in the minibus, inside on floor in the middle of the minibus was a large red lady bird patterned child’s potty and a pack of baby wipes! To say I was mortified is an understatement, seeing the look on my face Diane curtly informed me this was my only option or going in a bush; I was crimson. We both knew I had no choice at this stage as at that moment I farted once again, seeing the defeat written across my face she said she would give me some privacy and went outside the bus closing the door. I slowly lower my tracksuit bottoms and boxer down to my ankles and sat my humiliated bottom down on the cold hard plastic. After a shocked moment of being frozen with shame and the cold feel of the plastic I began to try and relax and a few seconds later I peed a little then I nosily began to do my business! It was awful I must have had a stomach bug and due to the lack of water in the potty the whole bus stank so bad after a minute or two I reached for the baby wipes I stood up and began the humiliating job of wiping my bottom however after a second I needed to take my shameful seat again. After a minute the minibus sliding door opened and there was Diane and her daughter! I was sat there mid poo and Sarah let out a loud burst of laughter and I burst into tears, Diane was at least professional enough to send her daughter away however that didn’t change the fact she had seen my naked on the potty. She said when she noticed I stood up she thought I was ready for her to let me out. This time she stayed inside and made sure I “cleaned my botty”. She finally took out the almost full smelly potty covered with my wipes into the bushes then came back and placed it in a bag in the minibus, this however did nothing to clear the smell. By the time the other kids returned to the minibus Sarah had managed to tell as many people about what she saw as she could and within five minutes of the journey back to the club were all holding their noses, making farting noses at me and subjecting me merciless teasing which Diane pretended not to notice. For the rest of that holiday I was a subdued lamb and a laughing stock especially by my sister and her friends but I somehow lived this time for a time but I would not be so lucky again.

This was a story I wrote back in 2022 as a gift to someone, I decided to re upload it here. I hope someone here enjoys it! ----------------------------------------------- Girl's Day Out The two figures of Rose Lalonde and Jane Crocker sat silently in their respective stroller seats. They didn’t say anything because of course they couldn’t. They both had their pacifier gags in their mouths. Although their legs and arms were already strapped to the sides of the large baby stroller, The looming figure of the Condesce leaned over them to strap seat-belts over their bodies. “Now, isn’t that betta?” She said. “Not gunna be getting no trouble from you two anymoray!”. She explained. The woman couldn’t do anything but squirm, glaring up at their captor, resenting every moment of this while the troll on the other hand was relishing every moment. Rose and Jane wore matching outfits, bows in their short cut hair, purple and blue onesies along with fuzzy gloves an booties that made their hands and feet practically useless. Around their necks were bibs that caught whatever drool that might have come from their mouths. The most damning feature about the pair was the thick crinkly padding around each of their waists. They both wore large thick diapers that fit tightly around their waists, spreading their legs and making it impossible for them to close their legs. Jane gave an undignified moan through her pacifier gag as the troll placed the seat-belt across her waist. “Now don’t be whining or I’ll make ya something to whine about!”. The Condesce said as she held up a small remote, flicking it on. Each of them had a vibrator bullet pressed up to each side of their crotches, not directly on their private parts but just close enough for them to feel every sensation from the toys and have them driving up the wall. Jane and Rose both gave out respective groans upon feeling the vibrators start up. “That should carp you two quiet for a while!”. The Condesce said with a cackle, watching the two girl’s face’s flush red from the sensation. The walked away and returned to with large bottles of milk. “Now, let’s get ya both proper filled up!”. She said. When she said “Proper filled up”. She really meant it as well. Starting with Jane who she seemed to have more of an affinity for- she took turns feeding the human’s bottles of milk, removing their pacifier gags and holding the nipple in their mouths until every last drop of the liquid was down their throats. Rose felt that her stomach was full, but was forced to drink the entire bottle, giving a few little series of coughs when she was done, and spitting milk up onto her bib as she did so. “Please no more m-MHMMHPM!”. She would say before the pacifier gag was unceremoniously placed back into her mouth. The Condesce gave a tutting sound as she waved her finger. “That’s not how good little babies speak to their mothers!”. She said, flipping the switch of the vibrator on once more. Jane tried to squeeze her legs together upon feeling the motion of the toys inside her diaper. It was safe to say that if one of them even thought of acting up or saying anything out of line, then the other girl would feel the repercussions of their actions together. “Now, what say I take you boat on a nice stroll through town huh?”. She asked the pair, not waiting for a response. The two humans couldn’t do anything as they were strolled down a busy street, blushing every time a troll would pass them. Some would make embarrassing and downright degrading comments, sometimes right to their face. But no matter how much they hated it, they knew that any complaining from either of them would face punishment. “You betta be getting use to this little ones, because we are going to be doing this for a long time!”. The Condesce said to them, stopping the stroller in front of what looked like an alien shop. “Stay right here, I’ll be right back!”. She gave a cackle as she entered the building, leaving Rose and Jane alone. Both of them gave a gasp almost instantly as they felt the vibrators start up again on the inside of their thighs. “Oh, almost forgot!”. The troll would be heard saying as her footsteps once again disappeared. Rose closed her eyes, her face and neck going bright red as she felt the pressure from the vibrators on her crotch. She didn’t know if the Condesce would be able to hear her or not, but she kept as quiet as she possibly could, only small gasps and whimpers escaping her mouth. Jane on the other hand was very noisy, squirming in her seat, and moaning and making lots of noises through her own pacifier gag. She squeezed her legs together, the crinkling of the diaper only contributing to the noise and feeling of the vibrator. Of course this spectacle wouldn’t go unnoticed by anyone walking past and soon a small crowd would form around the two humans in the crib. Rose tried to ignore the feeling of all those yellow alien eyes watching her, but it was very hard when people were constantly reaching to touch you. “Ah, I see you met my babies?”. The voice of the Condesce would be heard again as the pair would feel the handles of the stroller being taken once again. The small crowd all cooing and started taking pictures of the pair. Rose and Jade would feel the prying eyes and hands on their bodies, rubbing their stomach and hair as well as their diapers. This only caused further embarrassment to them both, Rose jerking her head away from the hands on her body. “Now, behave your two!”. The Condesce told them, turning up the vibrators up another notch. Jane let out a muffled staggered moan, her body stiffing up as she would be the first to orgasm in her diaper. Rose’s eyes widen as she squirmed in her seat, leaning her body away from Jane. The girl’s head flipped up and her face went bright red as her chest heaved up a down. Rose squeezed her legs together as well as she felt pleasure run through her own body. Soon joining Jane as she would orgasm in her own diaper, cute stifled noises and moans coming from her mouth. The Condesce smiled down at them. “I think ya’ both had a big enough day, let’s get you back home”. She said, pushing them down the street and back to were she came from. The pair were both exhausted from the result of the toys, the humiliation, and the length of the day. Soon Rose found her eyes fluttering as she begin to drift off to sleep. She woke up a while later, not sure how much later but she found herself still in the stroller. The sudden pang from her bladder was what jolted her fully awake. She squirmed in her seat, looking over at the face of the Condesce. “Aww, does someone need to go?”. She said, reaching down to press on Rose’s crotch. “Don’t worry. Let it allll out!”. She said, encouraging her. Of course once her bladder was pressed on so suddenly she couldn’t help herself and the entirety of what she had been drinking earlier emptied out into her diaper, a faint hissing sound the only thing that was heard for a solid minute as she felt the padding sag and swell up around her waist. All she could do was close her eyes, waiting for it to be over. Then to the Condesce's delight, Jane let out a muffled noise of her own, hearing the same noise coming from her as she would join Rose in wetting her diapers. Soon they would both be completely soaking the padding around their waists. Their diapers now stained a light shade of yellow. “Good job girls!” The Condesce commented, giving each of their diapers a squeeze, the padding making a respective sloshing sound. “But, you know I won’t change you until you both completely use them!”. She said, pushing the stroller across a busy street. Both of the humans looked at each other, sucking on their pacifier gags in worry and in reflex. Jane's stomach gave a gurgling noise which cause the troll to smile widely, unzipping the diaper bag she had with her just in case. It was going to be a long day and she knew it. ----------------------------------------------- Let me know if I should do a follow up to, or continue this story, any ideas or feedback would be appreciated!

Rachel Meets Baby Jason Jason's heart raced as he heard the unmistakable sound of the front door opening. He was trapped, a prisoner in his own home. Or, more accurately, a baby in a highchair. The chair's plastic tray was smeared with a concoction that looked suspiciously like pureed peas, and a bib with cartoon animals stared back at him from his chest. This was his punishment for stealing diapers from his baby cousin's stash, a punishment devised by his ever-so-clever stepmother, Lisa. He had thought it was a harmless desire, something that he couldn’t not do, something he didn’t understand. But as he sat there, dressed in a frilly onesie with a giant "I'M THE BABY" emblazoned on the front, he realized the error of his ways. The clacking of high heels grew louder as Lisa's friend approached the room, but it sounded like she wasn’t alone. "Surprise!" she exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she took in the scene. "Oh, Jason, you look so... adorable!" The woman, Rachel, was tall and slender, with auburn hair that fell in waves around her shoulders. She had an air of confidence about her that Jason found both intimidating and alluring. Rachel leaned down, her nose wrinkling slightly at the smell of baby food. "What's the occasion for the little getup?" Lisa, her arms folded across her chest, beamed with pride at her handiwork. "It's all part of his punishment," she explained, gesturing to the bowl of mashed peas. "If he's going to act like a baby, he's going to be treated like one. Isn't that right, sweetie?" She patted Jason's head, her voice sticky with forced affection. Rachel's eyes widened, and she struggled to suppress a laugh. Jason felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment as Rachel studied him. "Mommy says I have to stay like this until I learn my lesson," he mumbled, his voice muffled by the pacifier that filled his mouth. Rachel's laughter finally bubbled over, and she clapped her hands together. "Oh, this is too much," she gasped, wiping a tear from her eye. "What did you do to deserve this?" Lisa stepped closer to Rachel, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. "He stole diapers from his little cousin," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Rachel's laughter grew louder, and she had to lean against the wall for support. "Stealing diapers?" she managed to choke out between giggles. "What on earth for?" Jason's face was now the color of a ripe tomato. He desperately wished he could shrink down to the size of the plastic spoon that rested in the bowl of peas. Lisa egged him on, her hand playfully poking his side. "Go on, tell Rachel why you wanted to try on your cousin's diapers," she said, her tone a mix of mockery and challenge. Jason looked at her pleadingly, his eyes wide with mortification. The last thing he wanted to do was confess his strange curiosity to Rachel, who was now staring at him with a mix of amusement and bewilderment. With a heavy sigh, he mumbled his answer around the pacifier. Rachel leaned in closer to hear, her curiosity piqued. "What's that?" she asked, a smirk playing on her lips. "Speak up, baby," Lisa said, her eyes gleaming. Jason swallowed hard, then took a deep breath and spat out the words. "I... I wanted to see what it felt like," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. Rachel's laughter grew even louder, and she had to cover her mouth with her hand to keep from bursting out. Lisa, however, remained unfazed, her smile never faltering. "Oh, you poor little thing," she cooed, stroking his cheek. "You wanted to be a baby so badly, didn't you?" The tears that had been threatening to spill over finally rolled down Jason's cheeks, and Rachel had to look away to keep from laughing in his face. "Don't worry, baby boy," Lisa continued, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. "We're going to make sure you get exactly what you wanted." Rachel nodded in agreement, still giggling. Feeling utterly humiliated, Jason's eyes darted around the room, searching for a way out. But with his limbs secured in the highchair and his mouth filled with the bulky pacifier, he was utterly at their mercy. He knew that any protests or pleas for leniency would only fuel their amusement. So he sat there, his body tense and his mind racing, trying to think of a way to escape this nightmare. "Rachel, why don't you help me give our little baby boy his bottle?" Lisa suggested, holding out a bottle filled with a murky liquid. Rachel took it with a wink, her laughter subsiding to a series of snickers. "But of course," she said, twisting the cap off with a flourish. "Come on, little one, let's see if you can handle this." She approached the highchair, holding the bottle to his lips. Jason clamped his mouth shut around the pacifier, his eyes flashing with defiance. Rachel raised an eyebrow at Lisa, who simply shrugged and said, "Sometimes babies need a little encouragement." Before he could protest, Rachel's finger found the pacifier's strap and yanked it from his mouth. He opened his mouth to argue, but she was too quick. The bottle's rubber nipple was pushed between his teeth, and he had no choice but to take a sip. The taste was sweet and thick, and he realized with horror that it was chocolate milk - his favorite, but now a tool of his torment. Rachel used her friend hand to admire his onesie and bib. "Aw, is baby not happy with his outfit?" Rachel teased, her eyes sparkling as she reached over to poke at his diaper. Jason's cheeks burned even hotter as Rachel's fingers danced over the buttons that held the garment in place. "Let's see what kind of diaper our little man has on, shall we?" Rachel's voice was playful, but Jason could hear the hint of challenge in it. He squirmed in the chair, trying to push her hands away, but she was stronger than he expected. With surprising dexterity, Rachel unbuttoned the onesie, revealing the bulky, babyish diaper that swelled beneath it. "Oh, my goodness," Rachel exclaimed, her eyes widening. "It's not just any diaper, it looks like an oversized Pampers!" Rachel couldn't believe it. The diaper was indeed a massive version of the kind babies wore, complete with the same blue and white branding. "It's like they took a baby diaper and stretched it to fit an adult," she said, her voice filled with wonder. Jason's mortification grew with each passing second as Rachel inspected his diaper, poking and prodding it as if he weren't even there. "It's so... thick," she mused, her voice filled with mirth. "Let's check if it's wet," Lisa suggested with a wink, reaching down to give the diaper a firm pat. Jason's face turned scarlet with humiliation, his body stiffening in the chair. Rachel couldn't resist the urge to join in, her hand also landing on the bulky padding. "He’s dry," she announced with a giggle. "For now," she added, her eyes meeting Jason's in a teasing gaze. The implication was clear; they had every intention of seeing the diaper in action. While Jason continued to suckle on his bottle, Rachel's questions came rapid-fire. "How did this all start?" she asked, her eyes dancing with amusement as she watched him. “You caught him redhanded and then what?” Lisa leaned back against the kitchen counter, her own laughter subsiding to a warm smile. "Well," she began, "I caught him sneaking into his cousin's room. He swore it was just one time, lying to me, because when we got home, I found that he had a whole stash of diapers hidden under his bed." Rachel's eyebrows shot up. "He's been acting out like this for a while, so I figured it was time to give him a taste of his own medicine." "So you just... decided to start treating him like a baby?" Rachel inquired, her voice a mix of incredulity and fascination. "Exactly," Lisa replied, nodding sagely. "He's always wanted to wear them, so I figured, why not let him experience the full package?" Rachel couldn't help but chuckle at the pun, her eyes never leaving Jason's red, teary-eyed face. "What kind of things do you make him do?" she asked, her curiosity growing by the second. Lisa launched into a detailed description of Jason's new regime, her voice filled with pride. "Well, it started with the basics," she said, ticking off the items on her fingers. "He wears diapers 24/7, of course. And we have a strict feeding schedule, mostly baby food and formula." Rachel nodded, her eyes wide as she listened to the extent of Jason's punishment. "But it's not all about the food," Lisa continued. "I started with getting him a diaper bag, he was being a brat at the store about it so I got him a carseat as well.” “Oh my!” Rachel giggled. “A diaper bag, car seat and this highchair… what’s next, a crib?” She laughed some more. “Oh, we have a whole nursery set up for him," Rachel leaned in closer, eager to hear more. “The changing table is necessary for his diaper changes and you should see how cute he is sleeping in his crib.” “What?!” Rachel was flabbergasted “I can’t wait to see it!” "And what about... other baby-related activities?" Rachel's voice was low, her gaze flicking to the bulging diaper and back up to Lisa's face. "Oh, yes," Lisa said with a wink. "Naptime is mandatory. And if he has an accident, well, that's what the diapers are for and for Mommy to change." She paused, watching Rachel's reaction. "But the best part is the little games we play to help him understand his new role. Like peekaboo, and playing with baby toys." Rachel couldn't help but chuckle at the mental image of Jason, a grown man, playing with rattles and teether rings. "So, does he actually use them?" Rachel's eyes sparkled with mischief as she asked the question. "Use them?" Jason's eyes grew wide with horror, realizing what she was getting at. "You mean, like, his diapers and does he go in them?" Rachel nodded, her expression a mix of shock and excitement. "Of course," Lisa said with a smug smile. "It's all part of the experience." Rachel looked at Jason, then back at Lisa. "Does that mean..." Rachel trailed off, her voice filled with anticipation. "Yes," Lisa said, her smile widening. "If baby Jason needs to go potty, he goes in his diaper, just like a real baby." Jason's face contorted in a silent scream as Rachel's eyes lit up. "So, when does he get a diaper change?" Rachel's voice was filled with genuine curiosity. "Whenever he wets or soils himself," Lisa replied, her tone matter-of-fact. Rachel's eyebrows shot up once again. "And you actually change him?" she asked, her voice a mix of incredulity and amusement. “like, you said you did, but what about…” "Of course," Lisa said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "It's all part of the punishment. And let me tell you, it's quite a sight to see him squirm and whine while I clean him up like a little baby." Rachel leaned in closer, her eyes still wide. "Can I watch?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. In that moment, Jason felt a strange warmth spread across his lower body, the realization of his predicament finally sinking in. He had never actually worn a diaper before he spent a few weeks building up his stash, and the sensation was overwhelming. He had always been curious, but now that he was in the thick of it, the reality was much more humiliating than he had ever imagined. The plastic tray of the highchair was sticky with the remnants of his earlier "meal," and the smell of baby food lingered in the air, a constant reminder of his new status in the house. With a dramatic flourish, Lisa unbuckled the highchair's restraints and lifted Jason into the air. "Time for a diaper check," she said in a high-pitched baby voice, causing Rachel to giggle. He kicked his legs in protest, but Lisa held him firmly, her arms strong from years of dealing with unruly toddlers. "Looks like someone had an accident," she said, her voice dripping with fake concern. Rachel gasped in feigned surprise, her eyes never leaving the bulging diaper. "Oh no, baby Jason," she cooed. "It's time for a fresh diaper!" As Rachel watched, Lisa carried him down the hallway to his bedroom, which had been transformed into a nursery. The walls were adorned with babyish cartoons, and a large crib with bars took up most of the space. Rachel followed closely behind, her eyes taking in the sight of Jason's humiliation. The room was equipped with a changing table, complete with baby wipes, powder, and an assortment of colorful diapers. Rachel couldn't believe that this was happening, that she was about to witness a grown man being changed like a baby. Lisa laid Jason down on the changing table, his legs still kicking in protest. She made a tsk-tsk sound as she began to untape the soggy diaper. "Now, now, baby boy," she scolded. "You need to hold still for Mommy." Rachel leaned against the crib, her eyes glued to the spectacle. Jason's face was beet-red with embarrassment as his stepmom's friend watched him being exposed in such a degrading manner. Rachel couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity, but the novelty and absurdity of the situation quickly overwhelmed any empathy. "Wow, Lisa," Rachel said, her voice filled with awe as she scanned the nursery. "You really went all out." She picked up a bottle of diaper rash cream from the changing table and read the label aloud. "For delicate baby skin. I can't imagine what you'd need this for." Rachel's laughter was light and airy, bouncing off the pastel walls. Lisa smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she pulled out a pack of oversized baby wipes. "These are for when he's extra messy," she explained, her voice filled with the same playfulness that had been present since Rachel's arrival. Rachel's gaze took in the crib, the mobile hanging above it playing a lullaby, and the plush toys scattered on the floor. "It's like you had him a baby shower and got most things you need," she said, shaking her head in disbelief. A wicked glint appeared in Lisa's eyes. "You know," she said, her tone growing more serious, "that's not a bad idea." Rachel's eyes lit up, catching on to her friend's train of thought. "A baby shower," Rachel murmured, a smirk playing on her lips as she picked up a pastel blue streamer. "For baby Jason." "Exactly!" Lisa clapped her hands together. "We can invite all of our friends over, and they can see for themselves what a little stinker he's been." Rachel nodded, her mind racing with possibilities. "We'll have games," Lisa continued, her voice rising with excitement. "Like pin the tail on the donkey, but with a twist - pin the diaper on the baby!" Rachel couldn't help but laugh, the absurdity of the situation growing more apparent. They spent the next few minutes brainstorming, their voices bouncing off the nursery walls. "We could have a guess-how-many-pacifiers guessing game," Rachel suggested, holding up a jar filled with something unidentifiable. "Or better yet, a diaper-changing relay!" Lisa's laugh was like a peal of bells, her eyes shining with mischief. "Oh, and don't forget the baby food taste test," she added. Rachel nodded eagerly, her mind racing with the delicious prospect of watching Jason squirm. "But the pièce de résistance," Lisa said, her eyes gleaming, "will be the grand finale." Rachel leaned in, eager to hear the details. "We'll have a baby beauty pageant," she announced. "With Jason as the star contestant." Rachel gasped, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle another laugh. "He'll have to strut his stuff in the most ridiculous baby outfits we can find," Lisa went on, her imagination clearly in overdrive. "And the grand finale?" Rachel prompted. "The grand finale," Lisa said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "will be the honor baby Jason smashing his birthday cake in front of all of the guests!" Rachel's laughter echoed through the room as the two women shared a look of pure delight. The idea was absurd, humiliating, and absolutely perfect for teaching Jason a lesson he'd never forget. But as they continued to plan the ultimate baby shower-themed punishment, Jason lay on the changing table, his diaper open and his dignity in tatters. He knew that no matter how much he protested or begged, there was no escaping this new reality. The high-pitched giggles of Rachel and the smug satisfaction of Lisa were the only sounds that filled his world, a constant reminder that he was now, for all intents and purposes, their baby to care for - and to torment - as they saw fit. And as they chattered away, discussing the most embarrassing possible scenarios for his upcoming shower, Jason couldn't help but whimper softly, his eyes wide with shock. "Ah, ah, ah," Lisa scolded, her voice still playfully sweet. "What's the matter, baby? Can't handle the excitement?" Rachel stepped closer, her hand reaching out to stroke his cheek. "Maybe you need your pacifier back," she suggested, her smile filled with mock concern. Before he could even try to protest, Rachel's nimble fingers had plucked the pacifier from the nearby shelf, popping it into his mouth. The rubbery object filled his mouth, muffling any sound he might make, leaving him looking even more like the baby they had turned him into. With the two of them standing over him, Jason felt utterly powerless, his body exposed and vulnerable. Rachel took one of the oversized baby wipes from the package and began to gently wipe his skin clean, her touch surprisingly gentle despite the humiliating situation. "Look at baby Jason," Rachel cooed, her voice filled with forced innocence. "Isn't he just the cutest little thing?" Lisa cooed, snapping a photo with her phone, which she had propped up against the wall. The flash went off, blinding Jason momentarily and capturing his embarrassment for eternity. "Peekaboo!" Rachel said, playfully covering her face with a wipe before peeking out again. "Where's baby Jason?" She leaned over him, her eyes sparkling with mirth as she slowly removed the dirty diaper. The cold air of the room hit his bare skin, making him shiver. Rachel leaned in closer, her eyes locked on his. "There you are!" she exclaimed, her voice high-pitched and babyish. Despite his mortification, Jason couldn't help but feel a strange sense of submission to the role they had cast him in. Lisa chuckled from the corner of the room, watching the scene unfold. She picked up a jar of baby powder and began to shake it over him, the fine white dust cascading down like a gentle snowfall. Rachel giggled as she helped to spread it over his skin, the two of them working in unison like a pair of twisted nurses attending to a very unwilling patient. The feeling of the powder against his skin was foreign and uncomfortable, but Jason found himself oddly aroused by the sensation. He couldn't believe that something so degrading could stir feelings of excitement within him. As Rachel continued to clean him up, Jason's mind raced with thoughts of his friends finding out about his new role. The very idea of their reactions was enough to make him cringe, and yet, a part of him felt a strange thrill at the thought of being the center of attention. The diaper change was thorough, with Rachel paying special attention to every crevice and fold, her touch lingering in places it shouldn't. Despite his best efforts to think of something, anything else, Jason felt his body betray him as he began to grow hard. He squirmed under Rachel's gaze, trying to hide his growing arousal with a look of feigned indifference. Rachel's eyes danced with amusement as she noticed his discomfort. "Someone's a little excited, aren't they?" she teased, her voice sugary sweet. Lisa looked over from her spot by the door, her eyes narrowing as she took in the scene. "You'd better not be enjoying this," she scolded, but the glint in her eye suggested she knew full well that he was. The idea came to Rachel like a bolt of lightning. "Hey, Lisa," she said, her voice filled with excitement. "Wouldn't it be hilarious if we had him do, you know, other… baby things?" Lisa was a bit surprised by Rachel’s vague suggestion, “What do you mean?” “Well,” Rachel said, a bit flustered, “do you ever bounce him on your knee, like, you know, when he’s ‘excited’?” Lisa's eyes lit up with understanding. "Oh, Rachel," she said, shaking her head. "You're a genius." She turned to Jason, her smile wicked. "You like being a baby so much, huh?" She leaned closer to him, her voice a sweet, syrupy whisper. "Why don't you sit on Rachel's lap and bounce like a good little boy?" Jason's face grew hot with a mix of anger and arousal. Rachel looked at him with a mischievous grin, her eyes gleaming with excitement. He knew she could see the bulge in his diaper, and the thought of her knowing his secret filled him with a strange mix of dread and pleasure. Rachel sat down in the rocking chair that had been placed in the corner of the nursery, her arms outstretched. "Come on, baby," she cooed. "Bounce on Aunt Rachel's knee." Reluctantly, Jason climbed off the changing table, the diaper still gaping open. He shuffled over to Rachel, his legs awkwardly trying to walk in the bulky garment. Rachel took his arms and pulled him down onto her knee, his legs straddling her thigh. He could feel the heat from her body through the thick padding of his diaper, and it only made his situation more unbearable. Rachel began to bounce him gently, her movements sending shockwaves through his body. His cheeks burned with embarrassment, but his body responded in ways he couldn't control. Lisa circled around them, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she watched Rachel's teasing. "Looks like baby Jason loves his fresh diaper," she cooed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Rachel nodded, her smile widening. "Yes, he's such a good boy," Rachel said, her eyes never leaving Jason's. "Aren't you, baby?" Jason's eyes darted to the floor, unable to meet their gazes. The pacifier bobbed in his mouth as he nodded slightly. "You're not even fighting it," Rachel pointed out, her voice filled with delight. "It's like you really want to be a baby." Lisa stepped closer, her hands on her hips. "Is that true, Jason?" she asked, her voice a syrupy sweet taunt. "Do you love wearing diapers?" Rachel's gentle bounces grew a little more exaggerated, and Jason felt his cheeks burn even hotter. He tried to shake his head, but Rachel's firm grip on his arms kept him in place as he went up and down. "Wa wa," he mumbled, the words barely audible through the pacifier. Rachel's eyes lit up. "Does that mean no?" she asked, her voice a playful sing-song. "Or maybe it means yes?" She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "Say it," she whispered. "Tell us you love your diapers." Lisa watched with a smirk, her arms folded over her chest. "Come on, Jason," she coaxed, her voice a blend of mock sweetness and firm authority. "Use your baby voice. Tell us how much you enjoy being in diapers." Rachel's grip tightened, her bounces becoming more deliberate, sending Jason's body jolting up and down. The pressure on his crotch was unbearable, and the humiliation was almost too much to take. Jason whimpered, his eyes squeezed shut. Rachel leaned in, her voice a gentle whisper in his ear. "Say it, baby," she urged. "Tell us how much you love your diaper." He felt his face scrunch up, his cheeks burning as he tried to resist the urge to give in. But the feeling was too intense, his body betraying him. With a pathetic, muffled "wa wa," he nodded again. Rachel's eyes widened with victory, and she squealed with delight. "Did you hear that, Lisa?" Rachel exclaimed. "He loves his diapers!" Lisa's smile grew even wider as she stepped closer, her hand reaching out to pat his head. "Good boy," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. Rachel's bouncing grew more vigorous, her laughter filling the room as Jason squirmed in her grasp. He felt his body reacting more than ever before, and the realization of his own enjoyment only served to increase his humiliation. "Look how much he loves it," Rachel said, her voice filled with a strange mix of pity and excitement. "It's like he's in baby heaven." She leaned back in the chair, her eyes locked on Jason's, watching his reaction as she continued to bounce him. His eyes grew glassy, his breath hitching as he tried to hold back his own moans of pleasure. Rachel's grip on him tightened, her fingers digging into his thighs as she rocked him faster and faster. "Say it again," she urged. "Tell us how much you love being our little baby." Jason's cheeks were scarlet, his eyes pleading for them to stop. But Rachel's playful taunts were too much to resist. He opened his mouth, the pacifier slipping out slightly. "I love diapers," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. Rachel's laughter grew louder, her grip on him tightening even further. "Say it louder," she encouraged, her eyes sparkling. "Let everyone hear you." With a tremble in his voice, Jason repeated his confession, this time with more conviction. "I love diapers! I love being a baby!" Rachel squealed with joy, her hands clapping together as if he had said the most adorable thing she had ever heard. "Oh, baby Jason," she cooed, her voice filled with mock affection. "You're such a good boy for telling us." Lisa stepped closer, her hand reaching out to stroke his cheek. "See, Rachel," she said with a knowing smile. "I told you he'd come around." Her words had barely left her mouth when Jason felt it - the most intense wave of pleasure he had ever experienced. His body spasmed in Rachel's arms, his eyes squeezed shut as the orgasm ripped through him. Rachel's eyes went wide, her bouncing coming to a sudden halt as she realized what was happening. "Oh my god," she whispered, her voice a mix of shock and awe. "He's actually coming in his diaper." Lisa's laugh grew even louder, a wicked cackle that seemed to echo through the nursery. "See?" she exclaimed, her hand coming down to give Jason's diaper-covered bottom a playful smack. "I told you he'd “come” around." Rachel couldn't believe her eyes as she watched Jason's body shudder with pleasure. She had never seen anything quite so absurd - or arousing - in all her life. Her own thoughts were racing, trying to ignore the sudden warmth that had pooled between her legs. Rachel felt a bead of sweat trickle down her neck as she held him, his body still quivering from the climax she had unwittingly induced. She knew it was wrong to find this situation exciting, but something about the power dynamics, the sheer absurdity of it all, was turning her on more than she cared to admit. Rachel's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, a strange cocktail of arousal and pity. But before she could process the implications of what had just happened, Lisa's voice cut through the air, her laughter subsiding into a knowing chuckle. "Well, Rachel," she said, patting Jason's diapered bottom with a firm hand, "it seems like you're a natural at this." Rachel felt a blush creep up her neck, her eyes darting to meet Lisa's, which were gleaming with amusement. "Why don't you go grab him a bottle?" she suggested, nodding toward the plastic playpen that held an assortment of baby paraphernalia. "It's almost naptime, and baby Jason needs his milk." Rachel took a moment to compose herself before rising from the rocking chair, her legs feeling a bit wobbly. She walked over to the playpen and picked out a bottle with a cartoon character on the front, her hands shaking slightly as she unscrewed the top and filled it with formula. She knew that the sight of him drinking from a bottle would be almost too much to handle, but she was committed to this twisted game. "Here you go, baby Jason," Rachel said with a smirk, handing him the bottle. Jason's face was still flushed from his orgasm, his eyes wide with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. Rachel watched as he took the bottle, his mouth forming an 'o' around the rubbery nipple. He took a tentative sip, the formula cool against his parched throat. Rachel and Lisa both giggled as they watched him, feeling a strange sense of power as they reduced him to this helpless, baby-like state. As the minutes ticked by, Jason's eyes grew heavy. The warmth of Rachel's body, the gentle sway of her movements, and the comfort of the pacifier in his mouth all lulled him into a doze. Rachel felt his body go slack against hers, the bottle slipping from his grasp. She glanced over at Lisa, who nodded with a knowing smile. They had done it. They had broken him. Rachel felt a strange sense of pride at the sight of him, so utterly dependent on them, so thoroughly humiliated. They carefully stood up, Jason's limp form still straddling Rachel's leg. His eyelids fluttered open briefly before closing again, his breathing even and deep. "Let's put baby to bed," Lisa whispered, her voice filled with satisfaction. Rachel nodded, her heart racing with excitement. They had won. They walked over to the crib, Rachel supporting him under his arms while Lisa patted his diapered bottom to encourage him to wake up enough to climb in. "Come on, baby boy," she cooed, her voice a sweet symphony of mockery. "It's time for your nap in your crib." With a sleepy groan, Jason opened his eyes and took in the sight of the bars being pulled up around him. Rachel watched with a mix of fascination and revulsion as Lisa tucked him in, pulling the blankets up to his chin and placing the pacifier back between his lips. He looked so small, so helpless, swaddled in the crib. Rachel felt a strange thrill at the power they held over him, the ability to reduce him to this state with nothing more than a few well-placed words and a bit of embarrassment. "So," Rachel said, her voice low and conspiratorial as they stepped out of the nursery. "Are you actually serious about the baby shower?" Lisa's eyes gleamed with mischief as she leaned against the door frame, watching Jason's chest rise and fall with the rhythm of his baby-like snores. "As a heart attack," she said with a wink. "It'll be the talk of the town." Rachel's laughter bubbled up, a delightful sound that filled the hallway. "Oh, the looks on everyone's faces when they see him like the baby he truly is." She gestured towards the crib with the diapered prize inside. The two women stepped into the living room, leaving the door to the nursery open a crack so they could still hear his muffled noises. "But seriously," Rachel said, her voice dropping to a whisper, "you're not just going to keep him like this forever, right?" Lisa's smile didn't waver. "Well, not forever," she conceded. "But for as long as he needs to learn his lesson." Rachel nodded, a wicked grin playing on her lips. "And it's not like it's all bad," she added, her eyes glancing towards the crib again. "It's kind of... fun." "Let's get planning, then." Rachel mischievously smiled.

Hey! this is one of my shorter first few fics focused on diapering! so i'm a lil nervous i originally posted this on ao3 (under the same name). I'm hoping to dive more into piss/scat play soon but i wanted to try and focus more on writing the actual diapering process so it's a more on the short and sweet side. I also hope i'm posting this in the right place! new here!!! Summary: Karen changes Matt's Diaper as part of their nightly routine. Fic Tags: (i'm unsure if these are entirely accurate so if their not please let me know!) Diaper diaper change I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping Orgasm Denial Teasing baby matt Murdock Dom Karen Page Age Play unedited Short & Sweet Ass Play Pacifier - Freeform Sub Matt Murdock Femdom Word Count: 445 ******* Karen’s hands tighten Matt’s freshly changed Diaper. For as long as he’d been in Hell’s Kitchen he thought his secret identity as Daredevil would be the hardest secret he had to keep. Not the fact that he liked. No Loved. Being babied by his long time co-worker and friend Karen Page. Matt chewed his bottom lip as he heard her coat her hands in the sacred baby power. Heaven was only moments away…He closed his eyes and drifted of to sleep as she carefully changed him. The smell of desire and urgent need hit her as she undid the diapers. Matt shivered as the cold air brushed against his pubes. He felt empty as the diaper left his body it was attached to him like a second skin. As he waited for the new one to be applied pre-cum dripped from his stiff cock the scent of the powder always made him hard. It was like Witchcraft especially when it was coated all over her fingers. “You’ve been a needy boy” Karen observes as she reaches for whips and cleans his cock coated in slick liquid. “Aren't i always?” Matt replies he chews on his bottom lip as her hands glide around his thighs purposefully away from his throbbing cock. Karen shoves a paci in his mouth. She’s done with the talking part as she watches his cum leak onto his belly not doing anything about it. Finally she turns him onto his stomach his legs wiggle out as she slaps his ass a ritual part of their routine. Her finger runs against the rim of his anus and he flinches she tries not to get too aroused and too ahead of herself. Karen just about controls herself as she inserts a finger inside of him. Nail digging deep. He moans against the paci groaning even as she cleans around his butt area with a warm wipe. He’s more than lubricant at this point. She reaches forward for some diaper cream and applies them to his private area her fingers trace over his cock which she sill denies pleasure of. As always Karen starts from the base to the top. Tracing each crook and cranny of his sensitive skin his belly rumbles during the sensitive process. Then finally once he’s all done and or the most part cleaned up apart from his pre-cum which is about to spill everywhere. She applies a new diaper. And it feels like Heaven against Matt's Skin. He was clean. Pristine. A clean boy in his Mummy’s eyes and that was all Matt Murdock could ask for in between his deadly double life as Daredevil. Hero of Hell’s Kitchen.

Wrote this for OmoPurrr, the artist behind several of my recent captions! ... The rustle of wrapping paper was loud enough, it almost cut through the crinkle of Nat’s diaper. That made her feel a little better–As long as they didn’t hear, Daddy’s friends wouldn’t be able to tell that her skirt hid not panties, but the bottom of her baby blue onesie and a thick, bulging diaper. The stale pee smell from her several accidents was mild enough to be hidden by the smoke from her recently-blown-out birthday candles, but no amount of smoke would hide her soon-to-be-blown-out diaper’s seat. Suspicion danced in Nat’s head. She suspected that Daddy had pulled a mean trick, done something to her to undermine her potty training. Hiding laxatives in her birthday cake, maybe? But…he’d let her pick out which slice she wanted, so maybe that wasn’t it. Maybe she really was just struggling. Regardless, though, the gurgling in her tummy wasn’t about to let up. She could have asked to be excused and gone up to her bedroom, where she’d at least be able to go poopy in private. She’d be leaving her own birthday party, though, and if she did, she’d also be leaving her birthday presents behind. So, she unwrapped–she wanted to get all her presents open before she went upstairs. Kneeling on the floor, she held package after package in her lap, ripping the pretty paper free to reveal the gifts within. Daddy’s friends had all gotten her nice things–a new dress, a book, a video game she was excited to play. But Daddy’s gift, the largest package sitting on the coffee table, came last. Nat scooched closer to the table to take it. It was big big, large enough that she could just barely have laid on top of it if she curled up into a ball. Maybe it was some kind of IKEA furniture, or a whole wardrobe of new clothes? Her stomach gurgled loudly enough for Daddy to hear, but he only smiled knowingly and nodded for Nat to open the gift. Removing the bow from on top, she ripped open the paper, but that only revealed a thoroughly taped cardboard box. Pulling all the paper free, she ran her hands along the side, finding a weak point in the tape. A gentle tug didn’t rip the cardboard open, though, so she shifted her position, getting to her feet and squatting down for leverage– Brrgpgbttt– Her eyes widened, but Nat had no time to reverse her mistake. She’d moved into the pose her body understood as, ‘Potty position’, and her already gurgling bowels gave in to impulse. Her cheeks turned pink, and she looked to Daddy, trying to find the words to ask for rescue. All his friends were there, all watching, and she was frozen. “What is it, baby?” Daddy asked. (I need a potty,) she thought, desperation and humiliation jumbling her vocabulary into soup. (I need privacy, I need–I’m going–) “P-poopy!” Her hands clapped over her mouth, but she’d blurted out too much already, and below her skirt, she continued to blort out a tidal wave. The seat of her diaper swelled, and little sounds were enough to signal to the room what was happening beneath her skirt, even if she hadn’t just announced it. At least Daddy’s friends were good natured. Nobody laughed, nobody pointed at her and called her a smelly, helpless baby, they just smirked and continued talking about whatever grown up things were going on in their lives. Daddy kept his gaze on her, though, until her body finished bottoming out her diaper, sagging the seat of her padding so severely that it strained the buttons on her onesie. She whimpered, and the wrinkled noses of the nearby grown ups…Daddy’s friends, I’m a grown up too…told her they could smell her accident just as clearly as she could. “I…” she started. “Finish opening your present, baby girl,” Daddy suggested. Looking down, Nat pulled on the cardboard again, finally ripping up the tape, but the momentum sent her back, and she fell, going from squatting to sitting with a loud, squelchy squish. Her blush rose to a crimson peak as she felt her accident spread out beneath her, muck smushing beneath her weight, and a hint of pleasure crept up beneath all the humiliation. There was a reason she asked Daddy to keep her in diapers, after all. They felt good. And, sitting up to inspect her prize, she saw why the box was so big: It was full to the brim of fresh, puffy pink bunny diapers. She couldn’t count them all up quickly, but there were enough to fill up her wardrobe and still have diapers to spare–enough to keep her permanently pampered for a month or more–and if Daddy was stingy with changes, it’d likely end up being more. Speaking of changes, she needed one. “Thank you, Daddy,” she said, looking at him, ignoring the patronizing smirks of his friends. “Let me get a picture,” Daddy replied, raising his phone. “Hold up your present so the camera can see?” Nat obeyed, lifting one of her diapers from the box, holding it up. It’s not like she could pretend anymore, the whole room had just watched her make pushies without even a hint of control. “Say, ‘Poopy’,” Daddy instructed, coaxing her to smile. “P-poopy,” Nat stammered, blush ratcheting up another step when she heard the camera click. “Um–can I put one on now, please, Daddy?” Daddy tilted his head. “I know you’re excited to play with your new presents,” he mused, “But I did tell you I wouldn’t have time to change you until the party was over, right?” “But…” Nat gave him her best adorable, helpless eyes. “Please, daddy? Please may I have one of my new diapers?” He smiled, and Nat had a moment of uncertainty, realizing there was more amusement behind that smile than there should have been. What was Daddy planning? “Alright,” Daddy said, pushing to his feet. “Lay down.” “Right here?” she squeaked, looking around the room. Sure, Daddy’s friends were barely giving her more than an occasional smirk–to them, this was purely an excuse to catch up with other adults, Nat’s situation was just a bit of background noise–but for them to see her get a dirty diaper change? “But–” “Do you want your new diaper or not?” Daddy asked. Helpless, knowing it would be worse if she refused after begging, Nat nodded and laid back on the floor, between her pile of presents and her huge box of brand new diapers. Daddy knelt and took the new bunny diaper from her hands. Nat realized then that he didn’t have any of his changing supplies, but he’d already started–flipping up her skirt, undoing the her onesie so that her abused diaper flopped out, no longer restrained by struggling snaps. Instead of going to untape her old diaper, though, Daddy just slid the fresh one beneath her, squaring it under the smelly, saggy one she already had on. “But–” Nat began again. “Mhmm,” Daddy said. “That’s right, your butt is getting a fresh diaper, just like you asked. You understood you weren’t getting a change, but since you wanted to play in a new diaper so badly, I decided this compromise would be okay.” Nat had no capability to get any redder, but she squirmed as he used the edge of his thumbnail to rip a few tears down the front of her diaper, all the way down to the seat, so future accidents wouldn’t simply leak out the side. Folding her fresh birthday diaper up, he pressed it into her, snug and tight, so that all the contents of her dirty diaper squelched into her. Wriggling and kicking her legs in pleasure and protest, Nat fussed until he was done taping the new diaper on, sealing her in double layers, a state she knew she’d be in until she’d fully soaked both of them. He pulled on the onesie, stretching the elastic to make the buttons reach each other, and as he snapped them in place, each one pulled her diaper against her, squelching the soggy parts out to the side. The onesie no longer did anything to held her dignity, it only emphasized and enhanced the obvious, stinky, bulging diapers beneath, and it held everything so tight against her that she couldn’t help but notice the squelch every time she moved. Then his hands moved to her skirt. “I don’t want you leaking on this,” he said, pulling it down and away. Nat was too embarrassed to argue, even as her last bit of dignity was taken from her. Everyone could already smell her diapers, and her them crinkle and squish, so why did it matter if they could see the bulge and the sag as well? “Come here,” Daddy instructed, pulling her to her feet. Leading her by the hand, he walked back to the couch, sat, and patted his hand on his leg, just over his knee. “Here?” Nat asked, eyes widening. “You don’t want a birthday bouncy ride?” Daddy asked. She glanced to her sides–Daddy’s friends really didn’t seem to mind. They didn’t see her as a peer, a fellow adult, someone for whom this treatment would be humiliating. They saw her as she was–a pamper packing little baby, whose antics need only be enjoyed with a smile. So she crawled onto Daddy’s leg, sitting the weight of her packed pampers right onto his knee. Pushing up with his foot, Daddy started the movement. Bounce. She felt the results of her accident squish into her. Padding, dry and wet, squishy and crinkly, all grinding up into her. Bounce. A little faster. A little more emphasis on the mass of the poopy mess she’d poured into her pampers. Bounce. She rocked her hips back, adding her own momentum to the ride. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. She opened her mouth, thinking she might moan, but Daddy moved her hand for her, guiding her thumb into her mouth. Automatically, she began to suck, saturating her finger with drool while she rocked in time with her bouncy ride. Bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce Nat loved this. She loved the feel of her diapers, how they slid and squelched against her, how they smelled, how they confirmed her status. She loved that she could do this, that nobody expected anything more of her, that Daddy had made her into a pamper packing little baby so thoroughly that she had nothing to hide. She loved the ride, she loved the sensations it shot through her, she loved her Daddy. Pleasure and burning need built in her, the kind of deep enjoyment she only got from a full diaper and her Daddy’s attention. Bounce bounce bounce boun– She gasped, and after less than a minute of her ride, threw her arms around Daddy and squeezed him in a tight hug. He kept his leg moving, bouncing her up and down, so she could enjoy her ride. Pleasure coursed through her as she added more fluids to the padding, pulses of bliss squirting out in a rush. She heard one of the grown ups make a comment about her, something praising how cute she was when she was tuckered out, but Nat had eyes only for her Daddy and tuned everything else out. He looked down at her, returning the hug, stroking her hair as the end of her orgasm trailed off. “Happy birthday, Nat.” ... If you like my writing and want to throw a couple dollars my way to help me continue to create, I'd be very grateful! https://www.patreon.com/PeculiarChangeling https://subscribestar.adult/peculiarchangeling

This was written as part of a collaboration with another prolific producer of extremely kinky shit, @Sissy Becky! Sissy Becky used to run an ABDL website way back on the day. Now they write “Adult Baby Research Institute” a long form serial about a ABDL BSDM sex asylum where everything is turned up to 11. Catch their work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/sissybecky And, they also wrote 'Part One' to this story! If you want the full context and backstory of what's going on here, I highly recommend you go read the very huffy, blushy prequel to this piece of writing! Baby's Date, the first half of the story by Sissy Becky, can be found here: https://www.legitfic.com/o/836-babys-date---collab-with-peculiar-changeling ... Baby's Date “So… who are they?” you ask Mommy, while she lathers up your hair with tear-free shampoo. Since promising that you’d get your very own ‘Grown-up date’, she’s been uncharacteristically coy about any details. All you know is to expect a blind date, and that everything has been prepared for you. You’ve got concerns. It could be someone else from the kinky community–a friend or at least an acquaintance with similar interests. Or, heck, it could be someone you’ve never so much as met, a real grown-up with no idea what your bedroom looks like. You might get some clues as you get prepared, though–you haven’t even been told what you’ll be wearing. You’re excited, anyways. The anticipation–the possibility of actually getting some proper grown up fun–is enough to put up with the dog and pony show Mommy and Daddy are putting you through. “Arms up,” Mommy instructs, ignoring your question completely. You lift, and she scrubs under your armpits with a soapy washcloth. “Can’t have you all smelly before we even get you dressed, can we?” (Is that a clue?) You wonder. (Or is she just teasing about the state of my diaper last night?) You could just safeword and ask, but what’d be the fun in that? You didn’t want to be told plainly, you wanted to guess it. It had to be someone she knew well, didn’t it? After you’re washed, rinsed, and helped out of the bath, she pats you down with a towel, then pats your bottom with her hand. “Go see daddy, he’s in your nursery.” Squeaky clean and naked from tip to toe, you’ve got no choice but to toddle out of the bathroom, arms crossed over your chest, hurrying to get to your nursery and get some clothes on. The transition from tub to air always makes you think you’re going to freeze, conjuring image of a ‘you popsicle’, and without any clothing to help warm you up you’re shivering in moments. Daddy is waiting next to your changing table when you get to your room, and your heart sinks, just a little. That isn’t a guarantee that you won’t be going out with a real grown up, but it does mean they’ll find out if you want to have any naughty fun. More likely, it’ll be one of your kinky acquaintances or friends, taking you on a pity date. “Bottoms up,” Daddy instructs, patting on your changing table. A bright pink Bunny Hopp diaper is already laid out, for you to lay upon. You obey–what else can you do? If you refuse, you don’t get your date. Taking Daddy’s hands, you crawl up onto the table and get on your back, diaper laid below your hips. Instead of the expected sensations, though–powder and cream and then ruffly padding pulled over you–Daddy surprises you with something else. Watching, you can only squirm anxiously as he bends to the shelf below the table. He unscrews a plastic lid, comes out with a small object, and stands again, holding a little bullet of glycerin. “But–” you start to say. “Do you want to go on your date gagged?” he asks in reply. You shake your head. “Then the only ‘butts’ tonight should be the one in your diapers.” You swallow, but lift your bottom a little to give Daddy free access to you. He pushes the glycerin suppository deep inside, so deep that you whimper, then pulls his finger free and cleans it off with a baby wipe. Only then do you get the cold, soothing cream, and the thin dusting of scented powder, and finally the diaper being folded over your waist. Your anticipation of the night recalibrates. If you’re going to be in a smelly diaper–and you will be, you’ve never once managed to hold it for more than thirty minutes after a suppository came into play–it can’t possibly be a vanilla person. It has to be one of your friends, and one who doesn’t mind poopy diapers. The options shrink, and you realize you’re most likely in for a night of teasing at the hands of one of Mommy or Daddy’s dommy friends. “Stay there,” Daddy says, bending over at the edge of the changing table. “Now, when grown ups go on dates, they try to dress up in sexy clothes for each other. You want that too, right?” You nod. “Uh-huh.” “Of course you do. You’re just like a little grown up,” he assures you, and you hear a lid open. You know what’s over there on that end of the table, and what that lid sound was. In confirmation, the smell of old diapers assaults your senses a moment later, and you screw up your face, reaching to cover your nose. He comes out with an overnight diaper–your diaper, the one you’d been put to bed in, the one that the prunes and castor oil had already done a number on. It’s heavy and sagging in his hands, smelly from the mess you pushed into it. “Bottoms up.” You almost–almost–say the dreaded ‘B’ word, ‘but’. Before you do, you catch yourself and just say, “That’s not sexy!” “You thought it was, though, didn’t you?” he asks. “Last month, while you watched Mommy and I without our permission, you had a stinky diaper just like this one and you were about ready to burst in it! If you didn’t think it was sexy, why were you doing that?” You’ve got no argument, no defense, no excuse for why you were rubbing yourself so desperately the night before. Sheepishly, it’s all you can do to raise your hips, to allow him to slide the mucky old diaper beneath your current, fresh padding. The sides of it are cold, and you shiver as he folds it over, using the restickable hook-and-loop tapes to seal the clammy, putrid diaper onto you. “How’s that feel?” he asks, pulling you into a sitting position. Your weight sinks, and you hesitate. It’s a lot of bulk, and you can smell it plain as day, but it’s different from normal. “Weird,” you admit. “It’s clean and dirty at the same time.” He chuckles. “Don’t worry, that won’t be a problem for you for much longer. Up!” Responsively, you hop to your feet, and he bends again, picking up the prepared outfit he’d stowed beneath the table. First comes a pair of fabric training pants–they’re almost as bulky as a diaper, and though not as absorbent, it’s not like he perforated your inner diaper anyways. It’s clearly not to prevent leaks, just to add even more poof to your already heavy, bulky baby bottom. You step into them, and when he pulls the puffy training pants up, the bulk makes you feel like you can barely close your thighs, let alone walk. After this, comes the onesie. The onesie, the one Daddy likes to parade you around in, decorated with cartoon strawberries and stitched with a bib that reads, clearly, ‘Crybaby’ in big swoopy letters. He pulls it over your head and has to stretch the elastic fabric almost to its limits to button the snaps around your very impressive padding. But he’s not quite done. As the final pièce de résistance, a pair of frilly pink plastic pants, with rhumba ruffles on the seat, are tugged up your legs. They seal snugly around your diaper, completing the ensemble, and one thing is certain: You’re not even leaving the house tonight. Your ‘date’ is going to be coming to you. You’re not getting a real grown-up date at all, you’re going to be treated to dinner and humiliation. That’s not what you were promised, and you start to tear up, highlighting the truth of your ‘crybaby’ bib. “There you go,” Daddy says, pulling out his phone to snap a photo, preserving your moment of deep humiliation and frustration forever with a little camera ‘click’. “Now, just one more thing…” You don’t even know what he could add to the outfit. Maybe a bonnet? Or a bib? But instead, he steps forward and reaches down, rubbing his hand against the front of your diaper, eliciting a desperate moan from between your lips. In a whisper, he asks, “This is what you really wanted, right? Do you really think you’re big enough for a grown up date, or would you rather admit you’re nothing but a bitty baby and have fun in your play clothes?” It’s unclear where he produced the vibrator from, but you hear it kick to life in the same second you feel it pulse through your layers of padding, transmuting your words into juvenile mumbles. You cover your mouth with your hands to stifle your whimpers, legs locking up as you ride the pleasure. But you don’t say, ‘Yes’, you don’t admit anything, and after riling you up just enough to get you horny and purge your head of any coherent thoughts, Daddy kills the vibrator. “There. Grown ups need to get in the mood before their dates sometimes. You’re all ready now!” You swallow, and your belly grumbles. “Are you gonna tell me who it is yet?” He shakes his head, taking your hand. “Don’t worry, you’ll find out soon enough. You wait here, and I’ll come get you when she arrives, okay?” She! That’s a clue! You almost don’t notice that he’s steered you into the corner of the room and pushed your nose against the wall, quietly asserting your time-out without even needing to say those words, because your brain is reeling with the implications. That cuts down the options by more than half, and the list of possible friends who could be coming by rolls through your mind. Some are meaner than others—you’re expecting mean, someone who will tease you and mock you to put the idea of ‘grown up dates’ out of your head, even as you still quietly hope that it might be someone who will treat you gently, someone who will take you as you are and pretend—no, not pretend, but see the truth—that you’ve still got a bit of ‘grown up’ in you. You swallow. Maybe you’ll at least be able to come say hi before the suppository does its work and you fill your diaper—though, the reek wafting off your old diaper, the one sandwiched between your new one and your training pants, will likely dash any hope of dignity before it can even be formed. Still, you’re going to try, if for no other reason than that Mommy and Daddy will point out your inability to hold it if you lose control while your nose is in the corner. It’s not long before you hear footsteps—the light flappy thwip-thwip of Mommy’s flip-flops—and feel a hand on your shoulder. “Your date is here, sweetie.” There’s a slight giggle, and she adds, “Don’t worry, I don’t think she’ll say anything about the smell.” You turn pink as you get out of the corner. Mommy offers you her hand, and you take it, waddling awkward after her—you can’t tell if she’s moving faster than normal to make you struggle in your triple-layered, heavy padding, or if the difficulty you’re having is just from the sheer bulk and tight fabric pulling it against you. Either way, you’re led downstairs, towards your dining room, excitedly anticipating who will be… Oh. Oh. Sitting at the dining room table, which has been lit with candles while mood music sets the tone, is your favorite stuffy. Peaches, a thirty inch plush fox that’s shaped roughly like a big pillow, with a permanent cutesy smile printed on her fabric face. Your stomach drops, and the suppository takes advantage, overpowering your bowels and forcing warm, semisolid mush into the seat of your previously clean diaper. Mommy giggles. “Don’t be shy, baby, go introduce yourself–once you’re done going potty, at least.” A grunt escaped your throat and your face screws up, tears showing. This isn’t fair. It’s not what you wanted, or what you promised! You were supposed to go on a grown up date, you weren’t supposed to muck your diapers in front of one of your stuffies and be teased for it. Mommy nudges you forward, and you waddle up, sitting in the chair across from Peaches. Your weight sinks into your newly-deposited mess, and you squirm, reminded that you weren’t given any satisfaction during Daddy’s teasing earlier. At least you weren’t put into a high chair. “Say hi,” Mommy prompts. You blush. “Mommy, I can do this myself!” She makes a ‘tsk’ noise in her throat. “You thought it was okay to watch Daddy and I during our grown up fun, I think it’s only fair that we get to be here for yours.” You squirm, but tamp down before you can say the ‘B’ word. Squirming, you look at Peaches. “Um…” “It’s polite to tell your date about yourself,” Mommy instructs. “Why don’t you tell her how many stinky diapers you’ve made this month?” “Um…” You flush, trying to mentally consider–over the whole month? While you were being teased and punished and made to be as flustered as possible? One a day seems reasonable, so you guess, “Thirty?” “It’s not nice to lie,” Mommy chides. “Be specific–tell her about all of them.” Pinkness spreads up your face, until you’re certain your blush has reached past your eyebrows. “Um–well–uh–last night, I went in bed, ‘cuz mommy and daddy gave me castor oil…and the night before, I just couldn’t hold it, cuz they hadn’t let me use the potty at all and I didn’t want to go in my daytime diaper, and…ugh, they gave me a suppository the day before while I was in time out, so…” You feel yourself sink deeper and deeper into your seat as you have to regale Peaches with each stinky accident–and, worse, as you go back further and further, you start to feel certain you’ve forgotten some. You’ve been so helpless to use the potty this past month that you can’t even remember all the accidents–the times you’ve been allowed to use a toilet are far, far more noteworthy. Finally, though, you get to the beginning of the month, to the accident you couldn’t forget even if you wanted to. “Um–and, a month ago, I…I was sitting in my special chair, in Mommy and Daddy’s room, and–” The humiliating confession is cut off by Daddy’s entrance, carrying a little clipboard. The ‘Waiter’, it seemed, for the ‘Date’. “Welcome to our restaurant, may I take your order?” he says, smirking and wrinkling his nose at you. Rather than ask what you want, though, he turns to face Peaches. “Excellent choice, ma’am. And what will your date be having?” Your eyes widen. You–Peaches is even ordering for you. You won’t even be allowed to pick what you eat! “Oh, your date needs a high chair? Of course,” Daddy says, nodding. “I’ll be right back with that, and your drinks.” He walks away, leaving you to sniffle and wipe at your face while Mommy captures more photographs of your predicament—you weren’t even getting the one dignity you thought, the grown up chair. When Daddy returns a moment later, he’s dragging your high chair with one hand and carrying two cups in the other—one, an icy glass of cola which he sets in front of Peaches, the other, a plastic sippy cup decorated with teddy bears, and the fluid inside is a chalky white. He sets the high chair next to your chair—it’s your chair, you don’t need to move, it’s not fair! Expectantly, he waits. When you refuse to budge, he reaches down, grabs you by the ear, and tows you up, forcing you into the high chair. Unlike grown-up chairs, the seat is a little rounded, conforming to your thickly padded bottom, squelching everything more tightly against you. The tray is locked down over your lap, and your sippy cup is placed in front of you. “Daddy…” you whimper. “I’m just making sure you and your date are comfortable,” he promises. Mommy laughs at your confounded, defeated expression, and snaps another photo. Daddy takes food orders—again, listening exclusively to Peaches and ignoring what you want—and then leaves the room. “So, um…” you start to say, to Peaches. You don’t know why you’re talking to her, but it just seems like the thing to do. Nervously, you pick up your sippy cup and take a sip—it’s formula, with a chalky aftertaste. You stick out your tongue. “Gross!” Off to the side, Mommy giggles. Fumbling for words, you squirm, but that only makes you more aware of the mucky state of your diaper, and the after-cramps that are still sending wracks of discomfort down your belly–possibly a coincidence, possibly as a result of whatever chalky medicine Mommy and Daddy put in your bottle. Instead of words, you only let loose a little grunt, your bowels squelching a bit more ick into your padding. “Dinner,” Daddy declares, sashaying into the room, “is served.” Two bowls are set out in front of you both. Peaches gets a slice of rich, savory meatloaf, with perfect, fluffy mashed potatoes, butter dribbling down the sides. In front of you, a bowl full of white slop with a spoon poking out. You eye the contents suspiciously, sniff, and–yogurt. It’s plain yogurt, and your nose wrinkles at the sour odor instantly. Gross, gross, gross. “N-no, I want what Peaches has,” you protest. “No alterations or substitutions,” Daddy insists, tilting his head as though listening to your stuffy. “Oh, your date needs a little assistance? Of course.” Bending slightly, he picks up the spoon, lifting it towards your mouth. You seal your lips and turn your head, pouting, but he gives you The Look. If you continue to fuss and refuse to eat, you know you’ll regret it. There are much, much worse things he could be forcing down your throat, and you both know it. You open your mouth. Sour, slimy yogurt fills your cheeks, a little brushing on your lips, assaulting you with the sharp, unpleasant taste. You swallow, desperate to get the slime off your tongue, but before you have any relief, a new spoonful is waiting. Unable to do anything except accept the sludge as it’s spooned into your mouth, your eyes lock on Peaches. On her ‘dinner’, the plate of tantalizing grown-up food only a few feet away. The smell makes your stomach growl, but the only satisfaction you’re going to get is from not having to swallow any more yogurt. The bowl is deeper than you thought, and Daddy’s piled-high, sloppy spoonfuls don’t seem to deplete it as fast as they should. You can feel the slimy yogurt on your lips, wet and clammy, and know there’s a little that’s dribbled onto the stitched-on bib of your onesie. The bib that reads ‘Crybaby’. The one you’re about to prove true yet again as you fuss and debate closing your lips to any more of the goopy dinner. But, just as your belly feels a little too full and you’re ready to scream, the bowl runs dry. Daddy scrapes out one final spoonful, taking his time to get as much as possible, and plops it between your lips. You swallow, gag, and it’s done. Finally. Quietly, Daddy says over to Mommy, “Do you think our little one’s earned grown up time?” You sit up straight, suddenly the model of obedience. You don’t even wipe off the last bit of yogurt on your lip–you just want a yes, even if that ‘grown up time’ is with Peaches. Mommy takes a long pause before answering, drawing out her, “Hmmmm…” You can’t help yourself. Looking over your shoulder, eyes huge, you give your most helpless pleading look. “Please?” She smiles and nods. “Alright, I suppose.” Excitement completely drowns out all the discomfort–yes, yes, yes! Beaming, you start to try and get up, only remembering a second later that you’re still strapped into the high chair and can’t actually move under your own power. “I’ll go get her ready,” Mommy says, reaching over to pick up Peaches while Daddy wipes your face down, doing an unnecessarily thorough job. “Do I–” you stammer. “Do I really get to? You’re not going to stop me or tell me ‘no’ right as I’m almost done?” Daddy notices the slight anxiety in your voice. It’s barely there, but it’s there—the uncertainty is almost to the point of not being fun anymore. Reassuringly, he pops the latches on your high chair. “You might not like how it happens,” he hedges, “But you’ll get to make a sticky diaper if you’re obedient.” That’s good enough for you, you practically jump out of the highchair into giving Daddy a hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank–urp—” You’re interrupted by a heavy pat on your back, drawing out a belch you hadn’t expected. Face turning pink, you drop right back into the situation, reminded of what you’re wearing, the bulk and weight and squelch between your legs, and the thing you’ve gotten so excited for—a few seconds of humping a plushie in your ruined diapers. You look down, and Daddy pulls you by the hand towards the stairs. “Let’s go up, ok?” What are you going to do, argue? You follow, hand outstretched in front of you as he takes the lead. You want what he’s offering, you want it so badly that any humiliation is worth being suffered. Waddling forward in double-thick ruined diapers and puffy training pants, eating anything they feed you, throwing out your dignity for their entertainment. Or…if you’re being honest with yourself, the humiliation isn’t being suffered at all. It’s almost as indulgent as the sex you’re hoping to get in a moment. Mommy’s already in your nursery, leaning over the side of the crib, and you spot what she’s done instantly—Peaches has been adorned with a strap-on, just like the one Mommy had worn a month ago, an intimidating dildo extending from the midpoint of her plush body. She rests on your crib, the side bars held open so you’ve got access to her. “Be a good date,” Mommy encourages. “Show her a good time—don’t just worry about yourself.” “O-okay,” you say, looking at her, then up at Daddy. “Um–can I have a little privacy?” Mommy giggles, as though you just asked for a pony and a magic wand. “Of course not, silly—you thought it was okay to watch us during our grown up time, right? So that means we should get to watch you, too.” Oh. Oh. Oh. That’s what Daddy meant by, ‘You might not like how it happens.’ “But…” You say, forgetting the rule for a moment. No, ‘Buts’. “Oh, you’re worried we won’t enjoy the show enough, aren’t you?” Mommy asks, reaching for her pocket. “It’s okay—I’ll make sure we can enjoy it, again and again.” She produces her phone, directing the camera lens right at you. You flush, but you know you’re getting off light–for using the B word, you could have had your pleasure denied completely. Still, you cover your face with your hands, mortified. “Aww, baby’s all shy now,” Daddy says. “It’s alright–go show Peaches you know what grown-up sex looks like… even if you can’t do it yourself.” You drop to your knees. Walking just doesn’t feel appropriate right now. On all fours, you shuffle across the room, your layered, poopy diapers swaying between your thighs, barely held in place by your straining onesie. Reaching to the side of the crib in front of Peaches, you feel another cramp. Maybe from all the yogurt causing a glitch in your system, maybe another aftershock from the suppository, but you have no will to fight it. Sticking your bottom a little higher, you push, and– Pop! The onesie’s snaps, though they fought admirably, pop open–first just one, then the rest in a rush. Too much bulk, too much straining mass and poof, your onesie just can’t contain it all, and your mushy diapers and padding all flop out between your legs. “Awwww,” Mommy coos above you, crouching slightly so your bulging bottom is right in the video’s frame. “You had to go so bad, didn’t you? Well—that’s why you wear baby diapers and Peaches gets to wear grown up clothes.” “It’s a good thing Peaches doesn’t mind the smell,” Daddy adds. “I can’t imagine a real grown up having sex like that–— so nice of her to put up with your poopy bottom.” You look down and burying your face in the fabric of your mattress, hiding your blush. “Thank her,” Daddy says, in a tone that’s not-quite warning. You look up, staring at Peaches’ smiling face, at the looming dildo strapped onto her. “Thank you for putting up with my poopy bottom, Peaches.” Mommy laughs, and your head feels so devoid of maturity that her laughter has plenty of room to echo in your thoughts. “Now show her how grateful you are.” Scooting up, obedient, your lips find the edge of the dildo. Gently at first, pulling it all into your mouth until you feel the tip at the back of your throat. You go a little faster, then, pulling your mouth back, swallowing, running your tongue along it. “It’s like the baby wants to act like a real grown up,” Daddy says. “Do you think we should let that happen?” You can tell Mommy’s shaking her head from how it sounds, but your eyes are closed, focused on the rapture of your task. “No, I think the baby prefers poopy diapers to real grown up time, can’t you hear all the moans?” And that’s true–you’re moaning into the dildo, caught up in the feel of it in your mouth, the submission, the desire to give Peaches pleasure when all you can feel is mucky diaper squelch around your baby parts. Daddy snickers. “At least the baby isn’t being shy anymore.” “I think the baby made all the snaps pop on purpose–to show off what an impressive little mess that diaper is!” Mommy agrees. You take Peaches’ cock into your mouth, again and again, feeling it thrust—or, rather, feeling your head thrust—onto it in a desperate rhythm. There’s no real indicator of when she’s done, but you know. You can tell, when you’ve done enough, when you’ve given your stuffie the ‘pleasure’ she deserves, as she rolls back onto the crib bed, flopping plushily. Exhausted, mouth a little sore, you flop back and look her in the eyes—not Mommy, or Daddy—but Peaches herself. “May I please make stickies?” “The baby is so polite like this!” Mommy says, almost shocked, moving her phone to capture your face, your ever-so-kind request. “Maybe grown-up pretend time should only happen with Peaches,” Daddy agrees. “Call it a monthly date night.” You’re vaguely aware of the threat, there—that you’ll only be allowed to make stickies once a month, and never like a grown up—but you don’t care. You just want to hear… “Well, I think I heard her say, yes,” Mommy confirms, speaking for Peaches. That’s all you need to hear–clambering up onto Peaches, so the front of your thickly layered diapers presses against her cock, you start to hump, moaning in desperate ecstasy. “So, so precious–” Mommy starts. You last all of a second. That’s all it takes—one moment of thrusting, and then bliss. A part of you is disappointed—you wanted to make this last longer. You wanted to savor it, to really enjoy your brief chance at grown up fun time. But when Mommy realizes by the sound of your gasps, she laughs and you feel so helpless that your pleasure skyrockets. Overwhelmed, exhausted, you collapse onto the crib next to Peaches, holding her in one arm. “Awwww,” Daddy says. “The baby’s all tuckered out.” “Should we let the two lovebirds rest?” Mommy asks, lowering her phone, ending the recording. Daddy thinks for a moment, then reaches down through the bars of your crib and squishes the front of your diaper. Still in the phase of post-coital sensitivity, you spasm and your leg kicks, eyes going huge. Snickering, Daddy says, “Sure. Baby, you nap with your girlfriend—we’re going to go have some adult time, some real grown up sex.” Quietly, as she shuts the side of the crib and seals you in, Mommy adds, “If Peaches says it’s okay, you can show her your pretend sex again—just don’t leave the crib.” You smile, and nod, and pull your stuffie closer. A minute later, you hear the baby monitor come to life. Mommy and Daddy’s sounds carry through, their moans and flirting—they’re having real grown up sex in the next room. The kind you’d been denied. Smiling, you roll onto all fours, getting on top of Peaches again, mimicking Mommy and Daddy’s actions with your own smelly, squelchy emulation. Maybe it wasn’t real sex, and maybe Peaches wasn’t a real girlfriend, but you didn’t care. This was just where you wanted to be. ... 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It was a very dark Sunday evening and fetacular was writing a diaper story. This particular story involved fetacular being kept in diapers since youth. He was sent to the abdl hospital where his life on camera would begin. Arriving at the hospital the nurses talked at the entrance, nurse1 “oooh this one’s gunna bring in the ratings”, nurse2“ who do you think has to change his diaper”, nurse1 “you do”, nurse 2 “so do you”, nurse3 “what smells”, nurse1”omg it’s vennessa she pooped herself” nurse2”you better go change her nobody likes a poopy diaper” nurse 1 “yeah except her” the nurses giggled and gagged a little and went to work. Nurse 2 “hello feta, I here you failed potty training some years ago and have been in diapers ever since” Feta said “yeah but I can do things on my own” nurse2 “like what feta”? “like going out to the movies and stuff” nurse2 “well you know, your 21 now, and it’s legal for you to go to bars and stuff, buuuut the problem is bars don’t like it when people who failed toilet training go in there with there dirty diapers and stink up there bars”. Feta “well I won’t go to bars then” Nurse 2 “yeah, we tried that in the 1990’s, we can’t keep our eye's on all of you”, 1 feta say's “no, please (sob) I don’t want to spend my life in here”! Page2 2feta says “how long do I have to stay here” page 3 Page 2 1 feta say's “no, please (sob) I don’t want to spend my life in here”! Page2 Nurse1“ you don’t have to spend your whole life in here,” “only as long as it takes to potty train you” Nurse 2 got back from cleaning up vennessa, he even stuck his index finger in and stretched her until it snapped, the look on her face was priceless to him. He told her the command (foooootsy) and she put her feet on nurse1s left hand while he fapped open the diaper With his riight, then rolled vennessa back slid the nursery diaper under her, then let her feet go.. her feet naturally spread and nurse 1 taped her in tightly, the diaper was thick, and went up past her pelvic bone up just past her belly button. Vennessa said, “but I don’t want to wear diapers today”, nurse1 said “yes but vennessa you play with yourself when your not in diapers” nurse 3 “and this isn’t a place for fun, sugar baby” 1feta says “how long will it take to potty train me?” go to page 4 2feta says “can I wear a thinner diaper nurse,” go to page 8 Page3 feta say’s “how long do I have to stay here?” nurse1 said, “well, that depends on how well you behave, and of course how long it takes to potty train you.” Feta “the only reason I’m in diapers is because my mom kept me in them, I’ve told her for the past 14 years I was capable of toilet training “ah ah ah” nurse1 tapped her foot with an xyz agitated leg spread,” when she realized she had fetas attention she grabbed him by the lips and squeezed them together to emulate the words “potty training” Nurse2“now say it with me,” “potty training”, “that’s better,” she said playfully. Feta “sobbed” Nurse1 entered the room and said, “why don’t we get that wet diaper off of you?” feta said “yes please”. Nurse1 pulled down fetas pants, making a smiley face at him??? next she untapped the tapes, fapping it open she then put a dry cleansing lotion on him to wipe away the urine and powder finally just in time, nurse3 showed up with a very thick plastic diaper, as she walked by fetas glare she show boated the powder and diaper to him. “feta” said nurse3; “yes” said feta, nurse3 “put your feet on my hand”, feta did so. “upsy daisy” said the nurse and she rolled feta back and slipped a diaper under him. She let go of his feet and his legs spread naturally, then she lifted it between his legs and taped him tightly in. Nurse3 walked in and said “oooo,” as she padded the diaper and said “nice and thick so you can’t Master are,” Page 4 2feta says “how long will it take to potty train me?” “well, let’s start by changing that diaper”, it was 8pm and feta's diaper was changed, he was then put to bed. He woke up with a soaking wet diaper and morning wood, nurse1 went in with a bottle and changed him at 5am next he was led into the public area to watch some TV, baby tv. Around 8am he was changed again with powder by nurse 1 The nurses went into see him at 7am they started a questionable chant “do you want a breaky or do you want to go, do you want a breaky or do you want to go, do you want a breaky or do you want to go..” Finally in a tempertantrum feta said, I want to go! The nurses started chanting “pee, pee,pee,pee,pee,pee!” feta said “no!” The nurses starting chanting again “do you want a breaky, or do you want to go, do you want a breaky or do you want to go, do you want a breaky or do you want to go” the nurses ear pieces; spy gadget type stuff, “the ratings are climbing, if he says breaky make him choose which one of you and your pay cheques will be 6 figures this month and your contracts are up, of course you can always re-sign” Feta said “fine give me breakfast!” the three nurses, nurse1, nurse2, and nurse3 dropped there tips on Camara, and they chanted “boob, boob, boob, boob” feta reached out to touch one, but nurse2 said “you can only touch it with your mouth”, feta opened his mouth and lurched forward,” the respiridone g iven to the nurses prior to this moment caused them all to lactate, as soon as feta’s mouth wrapped around nurse2 she squirt right down the back of feta’s neck. Fetas head flew backwards and her boob squirted him in the face again, feta choked and reflux gagged, saying “what the fuck was that”, nurse1 said “oh we have a potty mouth, don’t we little baby”, nurse 3 said “from now on, you have to keep a binki, in your mouth,” nurse 2 said “otherwise we'll make you wear the thick diapers, the ones that make you waddle like a bwaby”, further she stated “now, drink this nipple until it’s empty, or else you'll go to the play pen until bed time.” “no!” said feta, nurse2 said “drink from my boob or we'll give you shock therapy 1Feta says “No!” Page 5 2feta says “okay.” page6 3feta says “I want her nipples.” Pointing at nurse3 page 7 Page 5 feta yelled “no”! To nurse2, she called out “Jensa” to nurse3 who came into the room with a d volt battery and jumper cables, she zapped feta and he said “ouch, fuck! Holy shit!!” jensa zapped him again holding the jumper cables down he was shocked so bad he Peed himself, nurse3 said, in a matter of fact tone “and now, you get thick diapers just like vennessa” nurse1 and nurse2 held him down while nurse3 diapered and powdered him. She was quick and efficient. Page6 feta say’s “okay,” and takes suck of nurse2 he drank for about 20 minutes a boob as he drank he was quickly flooded by the milk and it came out into his diaper. Nurse1 stuck her hand down into his package and felt it was wet, “now it’s time for a thick diaper,” the nurses changed him and put the binki in his mouth, “now you keep that binki in your mouth until tomorrow morning or we'll put you in the play pen.” Feta nodded. Page7 feta say’s “I want her nipples.” Pointing at nurse3. Nurse 3 said okay but let’s lie down on the couch. Feta sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked until nurse3 was empty and then filled with milk, milk polyuria set in and he Peed himself, nurse2 poked his diaper and said “he’s wet!” nurse3 said to nurse2, why don’t we let him sleep here while we put on a show for the camera's. They started touching and petting and spreading nurse3 went down nurse2 raised a gay brow, they both got soaked and put there cloths and robes back on, all the while feta had one eye open. Nurse2 said “oh feta you naughty boy, did you watch,” nurse3 “good luck masturbating in that diaper. “its time you took a nap,” said nurse3 “but I’m wet” said feta. Well it’s a big diaper it’ll hold!” Page 8 Feta say’s “can I wear a thinner diaper nurse?” Nurse 3 said “nope, because you will play with yourself and the only action your going to get in here is breast milk boobs,” nurse1 “let’s get you something to eat!” Nurse 2 brought a heaping bowl of egg noodles and peanut butter feta said “where’s the fork?” nurse1 pulled a spork from behind her back, she said “sit down!” feta say. “here comes the boobies” feta swallowed deeply. She sprinkled some all over his face and said “lets get a camera,!” 1Nurse 2 checks fetas diaper go to page 9 2nurse3 checks fetas diaper go to page 10