I Told You I Had To Go Potty So Why Did You Lock The Bathroom Door?!!?!

Boys Being Boys:

Alright, Tina and Stacey; now that you’ve both got your widdle pluggies in I want you to press those diapered bottoms up against each other. This next part might be a bit tricky, but now you’re gonna need to use the other sissy’s bottom to push YOUR plug in deeper. Got it?

Awww, it’s so adorable! You two look like you’re twerking on each other. Thankfully, I’m getting the whole thing on video for both of your mommies to see. I’m sure they’ll love seeing how much progress you two have made at the regression center.

It’s been what; three weeks? Do you two remember when you first got here and said our training was never gonna work? Now look at the both of you! You’re in silly, widdle outfits, sucking on pacifiers, and getting off by rubbing your butt-plugs together! Still think our training doesn’t work, girls?

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All that Ribena finally hit and I couldn’t even hold for very long !! I got super desperate so quickly. But I have to say this was one of my favourite wettings, the relief was sooo good 👌🏻👌🏻

How I usually can be founds when I’m little 🙈🙊

Family vacation

" What are you doing down there, sweetie? Is everything OK???? Does my wittle baby girl feel good? We don't even travel that much, honey! Aren't you enjoying yourself? You should be grateful I insisted on bringing you with us. Daddy wanted this to be a no kids trip HAHAHA!!

But thanks to me, you got to enjoy this wonderful weekend with us! Why are you frowning? Is somewone embawassed? Did you really think anything about your predicament was going to change now that we're not home?

Did you really think you wouldn't wear your diapers? Honey, it's been a long time since you threw that big tantrum when I tossed all your thongs away. And your big girl bras. And all your adult clothes. And all your books and games HAHAHA. Yeah, it's been almost a year of your full baby treatment. A whole year without an adult feeling. You're practically a virgin again, aren't you??? Awen't yoo Mommy's pathwetic wittle viwgiiiin?

Gosh, you're pathetic. What I mean is: you should be already used to this, cutie. I'm the sexy girl, you're the stupid toddler. I'm the tall, seducing woman, you're the smelly, childish dwarf. You suck on bottles, I suck on Daddy's dick. I should make you kiss my toes HAHAHA.

So why awe you embawaaassed, wittle girl??? It can't be because of your poofy diaper! You haven't worn big girl panties for so long that you should love your pampies now! And they're the only thing your princess parts get to feel now, awen't they???

Sniff-sniff. Ooooh, I see. It's because you made a poopie!!! What a wittle baby girl you aweee!!! HAHAHAHA. Remember: your Daddy gets turned on when I take off my underwear, but he can't help but laugh when he's on diaper duty with you. It's such a good thing I'm usually in charge of that now, right??? Don't you woooove it so much when I tickle you while changing your diapieees? Or when I accidentally hold the baby wipe a wittle too long on your princess parts? Don't you woove thaat?

Let me tie my hair and I'll change you, sweetie. What? You don't want me to change you here? Whyyyy, wittle girl??? Afwaid somewone is gonna sweee?????

You shouldn't worry about this, honey. But has Daddy told you about tonight? No?? Does my wittle babie darwing wanna know??? Daddy needs some alone time with this body, you know.

In fact, he's gonna tell you. Run to our table with your poopy tush and ask Daddy about tonight's event at the hotel. They'll set up a Kiddie disco and we've registered you!!! Awen't you excited???? I'm sure you'll fit in perfectly!!

Ooooh, no, babygiwl!!! Is somewone cwiyin'??? HAHAHAHA"

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It was one thing when your boyfriend said you had to start wearing diapers again at night after one too many wet mornings.

You even saw some logic in him suggesting you wear "protection" during the day on long trips and flights. Even shorter trips where you might fall asleep had some reasoning behind it when you considered the alternative of waking up wet in the car.

Weeks went by and the simple white plastic underwear became normalized for you. You even found that it was more convent at times, and your partner was always offering to help when you needed a change.

But you realized sometime later that maybe this wasn't an innocent, natural progression of a control problem...

He started checking your diapers more, and began taking more responsibility for changing you. The amount of time spent in your old underwear dwindled. He started encouraging you to hydrate more, first with large cups of water at bedtime, then by handing you gradually more childish sippy cups throughout the day.

One day though, he came over and checked your diaper and decided it was time for a change. Leading you upstairs, he turned into the spare bedroom rather than heading down the hall into the room you usually share.

You stood there, mouth agape, realizing instantly that this was the planned outcome all along. He wanted you to be in diapers. And he'd been doing everything in his power to ensure you end up in them.

A large white changing table hugged the far wall. Its color contrasted by a bright, nursery print vinyl pad on top. Below, stacks and stacks of diapers lined the shelves. But not the crisp white medical diapers you haf become so used to... these diapers looked like adult-sized versions of modern baby diapers, sized up to fit you. Their bright colors and playful patterns a clear indication of what your new status was, not just in the relationship, but to everyone.

"Alright princess, hop on up, Daddy will get you all cleaned up, I've got lots of wonderful new diapers for my baby to wear....which is a good thing since I threw out all of your old undies yesterday."

Your mind wandered... your thoughts just passing pink clouds in that newly emptied head of yours... or, was it always this empty?

it didn't matter... your daddy was there to take care of you...

he wakes you in the morning and helps you out of your crib, changes your thick night time diaper after you became a heavy bedwetter, would feed you yummy mushy baby food and Special Bottles of baby formula and milk that made your happy, horny, baby brain feel all, like, totally, YUMMY and DUMMY. it was no fun to think... not at all... especially about how you were once a potty trained big girl... no, you much rather enjoyed the warm fuzzy tingles of being a good baby brained dumb diaper dolly...

Under the watchful and constant care of your Daddy, you didnt have to think about anything... not about bills or semester grades...not when to go to bed, when to wake up... and certainly not when to go to the potty... you just let go in your diapers...

in fact, you were starting to feel less and less each time you leaked into your pretty princess pampers... but you didnt even think about that...

not thinking was so much fun... so much fun, that even when daddy said that "Good Baby Girls Don't Think About Anything" , you just nodded your head, and popped your thumb in your mouth, as drool began to slip out, you clutched your favorite stuffy close, and felt weak at the knees as your diaper began to feel all wet, warm, squishy, and tingly...

No More Thinking For You, Little One...