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Sunday Morning: part one, part two, and part three

Ice Cream Diaper Girl

The Big Girl Challenge

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Send her to bed early...

I'm not doing it because I'm mean...

You know what's hotter than checking her diaper?

Let's sleep in until noon...

Come stand next to me while I'm working at my desk...

Let's get in bed and I'll touch you through your PJs...

The Little Injection

Dr. Harper smiled warmly at the prospective parents gathered in the observation room. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our facility. Today, you'll witness the latest in regression technology."

Behind the glass, two Littles, Emma and Jake, were strapped to padded examination tables, pacifiers in their mouths, eyes wide with fear. Nurses prepped the injection devices, filled with a glowing blue serum. A man in the audience pointed. "What does the injection do exactly?"

Dr. Harper's smile widened. "This serum targets the neural pathways responsible for potty training. Within minutes, these Littles will no longer have control over their bladder or bowels.“n Emma whimpered around her pacifier, struggling futilely against her restraints. Jake's eyes darted around, panic evident.

A nurse gently patted Emma's leg. "Now, now, sweetie. This will be over before you know it."

The nurse inserted the needle into Emma's thigh. Emma gasped, her body trembling. Moments later, a loud hissing sound filled the room as Emma's diaper swelled. The nurse smiled, patting the now-soaked diaper. "There we go, all done.“ Jake watched in horror as the second nurse approached him with the syringe. "N-no," he mumbled through his pacifier, tears streaming down his face.

Dr. Harper turned to the audience. "As you can see, the serum works almost instantly. These Littles are now fully dependent, just like babies.“ Jake's injection followed, his diaper quickly swelling and sagging. The prospective parents murmured amongst themselves, impressed.

A woman in the front row raised her hand. "How long does the effect last?“ Dr. Harper chuckled. "It's permanent. Once administered, these Littles will never regain their potty training."

Emma and Jake sobbed quietly, their humiliation complete as the audience observed their helplessness with fascination and approval.

Another adopter chuckled, "They look so helpless. Perfect for what we need."

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"Wait, you want me to do what?"

Your hands were trembling, your breath catching in your lungs. What an idiot. What an absolute idiot you'd been! Here you were, on this nice weekend getaway with this amazing girl you'd only met two months before. Everything was going along swimmingly. You'd just had a great meal at a restaurant a few blocks away. You'd laughed your way back to the hotel, and you'd cuddled, and things had begun to get steamy…

And then you'd done it. "Hey, are you, like, into any kinds of… you know… kinky stuff?"

Oh, she'd giggled at that. "What, like getting tied up and shit?" She'd tossed her blonde hair and shrugged. "I mean, I guess? Wait… what about you? Are you saying you wanna get kinky tonight, babe?"

God, if she'd only known how apropos that last word was. But then you'd blurted it out before you'd thought – before you'd had a chance to chicken out. "I mean… yeah. I'm kinda- I, you know… I dunno, but… I guess I really think it would be hot if… if you wore a diaper."

She stared at you with the most indescribable expression, and you could feel yourself shriveling up, collapsing down into a little ball of shame and fear under her gaze. "I- I- heh, heh- just… just joking, you kno-" you faltered desperately. Chuckle. Ease the tension. Anything, please-

But she cut you off with a laugh. "Wait, really? No, no. Don't kid me, dude. You were actually serious, weren't you?" And under her searching blue eyes… well, what could you do but nod?

Though the next words weren't anything like what you'd expected to hear next.

"Oh, praise be! You know, at first I thought you might be into some really messed-up shit: you know, knives and chains and all." You spluttered, eyes wide as she bounced merrily on the bed. "I mean, sure! You got one handy?"

"Wha- wait, but- but, really?!" You were aghast, feeling desperately the need to pinch yourself to snap out of this fever dream. She couldn't be serious. Diapers were taboo. They were fucked up, weird, deviant, idiotic-

"Bro, relax!" she smiled now, and then she was slipping her hand reassuringly onto your tight-drawn shoulders. "Listen, it's okay! I mean, sure – I dunno that I've ever worn a diaper before-" and here she chuckled wryly. "At least not since I was a kid! But heck, I dunno. I think it sounds kinda cute." You breathed, and realized then that you'd been holding your breath for who knows how many minutes. She… she was really okay with it?

"Really?" You quavered, and she shrugged and nodded, her blue eyes locking with your own. "Dude, relax! Of course! It's not like you're asking me to expose myself, or make out with four other guys, or, I dunno, drink your piss or something. Like, it's just a diaper, right? Big deal. We've all worn one before, and I bet we'll all wear one again before we're dead and gone."

She giggled once more and let one hand slip playfully down to your jean-clad crotch. "Hang on, lemme see if you were really serious. Think about me now, babe. Think about seeing me laying here on the bed without any pants on. I'll be laying here just like a cute baby girl, with a crinkly 'ol diaper on instead of panties. Sounds like you'd like that, huh?"

The straining pressure in your crotch provided all the answer she needed.

"Well, then, buddy – I think you'd better get busy!" she tittered once more. "Come on. I don't suppose you'd happen to have one in your suitcase already, would you?"

Somehow, you did.

And once you'd tremblingly taped your laughing companion into the garment of your dreams, she lolled playfully onto the bed, toying with her long blonde hair and gazing over with merry eyes. "Hey, there! Like what you see, babe?" She wriggled her crinkling rear provocatively and dropped her eyes to your ill-concealed – and increasingly painful – hard-on. "Oh, my! I don't suppose you'd care to give a little baby like me a taste, hmm? I may be pretty big for a baby, but I still really like sucking on things…"

Good god. Maybe you were dreaming. Maybe not. But whatever the case, you mused as you tugged desperately at your jeans and pre-cum stained underwear… whatever the case, you didn't ever want this to end.

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The Babies of New York City

Fine I’ll write more smut. I’ll even make it relevant to the current housing crisis. Please message me any spelling / grammar mistakes you find. I will also remove pictures at your request.

I am also not sure this story is particularly good so any feedback is appreciated.

The women of New York City weren’t smart.

All Mike had to do to lure them in was offer his apartment at a price below market rate. Within days of listing he would have hundreds of applicants pleading to rent it out. Of those hundreds of applicants, he could always find a few young beautiful women who looked like they could be easily trained.

The first step was always simple: let them move in normally. These young women would start cautiously but slowly over the days and months let their guards down. Once they stopped locking their doors and sleeping with one eye open, he could spring the first part of the trap.

The girls never questioned the free speakers he provided in the apartment – too excited about the high-quality music to question his intent. The hypnosis tapes were almost too good to be true. Subliminal messaging massaging their minds as they slept, keeping them just awake enough to take in the training.

After a week of their minds being bombarded with suggestions as they slept, they would find themselves slipping up and having tiny accidents during the day. Take Molly as an example, the most recent of his conquests.

One day, seemingly out of nowhere, she found herself with a nasty case of stress incontinence. Every chuckle, sneeze, and startle sent a spurt of urine into her underwear. She was sure this wasn’t the way it had always been for her, but for reasons she couldn’t explain it didn’t bother her all that much. Molly had such an easy solution – Goodnites! She wasn’t sure where the idea came from, but it was perfect for her newfound bladder problems.

Sometimes when she really thought about having to wear training panties her head would start to hurt, but she found that sucking her new pacifier always calmed her down. A damp pull-up and a pacifier between her lips just felt normal to Molly.

But Mike wanted far more than a bunch of barely potty-trained girls dumbly sucking pacifiers. The tapes progressed over time, infecting their minds as they nibbled their pacifiers and dribbled into their training panties.

As their programming progressed, the girls would lose more and more of their continence. Stress incontinence turned into a complete inability to control their bladders. This was Mike’s favorite part, because the demotion of the girl to her diapers was unique every time.

Some girls, like Miranda, would refuse to believe that anything was different. She woke up every morning with a leaking pair of training panties and had to move to the thickest diapers she could find, but in her mind, everything was completely normal. She had no reason to change how she dressed, despite the formerly form-fitting skirts doing nothing to hide her ridiculously thick padding. She just viewed herself as an adult wearing slightly thicker underwear and had no reason not to do the things she loved (liked visiting the cinema).

But every girl really was unique – some girls spiraled almost immediately after leaking in their Goodnites once. Morgan was the most recent example. She loved the cheap rent and made no association between the apartment and her newfound potty problems. She handled the transition to thicker diapers in the complete opposite way.

Morgan gave up control so easily. She settled on even thicker diapers than Miranda, not minding how the infantile characters and pink color made her look like she enjoyed wearing them. As she grew accustomed to wearing and wetting them, she seemed to lose most of her purpose in life. She spent most of her days crawling around her apartment, diaper on full display and pacifier firmly tucked into her mouth. She felt at peace like this – not a single thought under the infantile pink bow she attached to her hair each morning.

However, the transformation wasn’t complete until the girls messed themselves. It would have been so easy to have them squatting down in their pampers after a day of a new hypnosis tape, but Mike wanted this part to always be on their own. It was fun to see how each girl would end up pooping their pants. Some girls gave into the convenience once they were diapered 24/7 anyway, while some fought long and hard before failing in public because of some bad food.

His favorites were always the accidents – the ones that the girls couldn’t stop. Sure, it was adorable to watch them purposefully bend over and fill their Pampers on purpose, grunting softly as their diaper expanded beneath them, but there was something even better when they weren’t doing it intentionally.

Michelle was one of his favorite victims. She tried to take the route of adapting her diaper to her every day life. She was studying to be a doctor and wouldn’t let a temporary bout of incontinence ruin her life’s work.

But her padding had made her forgetful – and it was nearly two hours into her three-hour exam before she realized she hadn’t used the bathroom beforehand. She had gotten so used to peeing her pants like a toddler that she hadn’t even considered what to do if she had to poop. It was an online exam though, so any slight glance away from the camera would mean an automatic failure. She weighed every option multiple times before giving up, feeling the warm wet mush fill the backseat of her diaper. She let out a soft moan as her stomach emptied itself, the warm embrace of her shit filled diaper expanding over her entire backside.

That first messy accident was all it took for the rest of the training to kick in. The feeling of messing a diaper was so unique that it could be handled distinctly in the hypnosis tapes. Every girl who messed her diaper encountered the same fate.

They would return to their bed in the apartment and find a vibrating wand waiting for them. Their minds as mushy as their diapers, they would lay on the bed and get to work, humping the vibrations, desperate for sexual release. For some girls, it was easy, and they would break within minutes of the vibrations pounding against their pussies.

But for other girls, it was much harder. Some had never orgasm-ed before, and so would have to work even harder for this first one. Humping away as the vibrations enveloped their throbbing clits, they knew they wouldn’t be able to stop until they orgasm-ed.

The orgasm wasn’t just symbolic, it was a literal final step. The orgasm would release their remaining reluctance to serve. It would empty their heads of their old lives, allowing them to be transitioned into their new ones. Once they came into their messy (and almost always wet) diapers, their minds would be bound to him.

When the newest girl was subjugated, mind incapable of forming a thought without his approval, he would send the girl before to collect her. The funniest one was when he sent Marisa to collect her own sister! Marisa didn’t even look at her sister with an ounce of recognition as she gather the pathetic girl up, brought her to the nursery, and gave her the first diaper change of her new life.

He had the old girls spend a week helping the new ones adjust before selling the old and repeating the cycle. The stream of easily infantilized girls looking for cheap rent really seemed to be endless.

The babies of New York City were so stupid… but they looked so good in their diapers.

Messy Caption Index

@babyclaire​ recently requested a list of messy content, and so here it is at last! It’s probably not exhaustive, but I hope the links are useful anyway. I’ll try to get together a messy story index too before long!

Keiko and the Bully

Showtime for Daphne

Baby Cassie at Play

Tessa’s Tribulations

Daphne’s Latest Patient

Auntie’s Little Stinker

Odette and Odile

Carmen’s Conditioning

One Dirty Date with Darren

Messy Training Tips

Baby Beckie

Sophie Makes a Stinky

Dreams of a Dirty Dolly

Betty’s the Boss

An Icky Orgasm for Ellie

Naomi’s Bet

Life with Auntie

Angel Dreams

Sheila and the IMP

Tiffany’s Tummy

A Date with Erika

Mona’s Messmaker

Safe and Sound, an ABDL Story by CradleQuill (Reupload)

Disclaimer: All content is fictional, consensual, and intended only for mature audiences. All characters depicted are adults aged 18+ _

You woke up in a wet bed next to your partner. You were so ashamed. You hadn't wet the bed since you were a little kid. Your cheeks burned hot as you shook your partner awake, and he looked at you with sleepy, confused eyes.

"What is it, baby?" He asked.

You couldn't meet his gaze. Each time you glanced at him for more than a millisecond, your eyes darted away and looked toward the bed in shame. He placed his hand gently beneath your chin and drew your eyes to meet his. "Baby, whatever it is, you can tell me."

That was when he noticed the wetness. You'd soaked the sheets completely, his side of the bed included. He patted the bed, feeling the dampness left by your little accident. He offered a half-smile.

"It's okay, honey," he told you. "These things happen. There's no need to be embarrassed; it's really not a big deal." You leaned into his shoulder, and he pulled you into an embrace. He was so kind, so understanding. He was always such a prince.

You both undressed the sheets together, and he threw them in the wash while you tended to the stain. You knew he was right. It was just a one-off occurrence, and these things happened sometimes. You probably had too much to drink the night before. It wasn't like it was going to happen again.

And it didn't, at least not at first. But a week went by, and then another, before you woke up with wet sheets once again. He was just as understanding as the first time, but you were even more embarrassed. And you swore you could hear a hint of concern in his voice. He probably thought there was something wrong with you. He even asked if you were having nightmares, to which you responded no, you hadn't been.

Over the following month, the bedwetting became a more and more common occurrence. At first, it was just once or twice a week. But then, slowly, it progressed to three or four times. You were waking up wet more than half the week. One day, you came home from work and found a mattress protector on the bed. Your boyfriend was kind, he didn't mention it. And you didn't either because you knew it was for the best. You really did need it.

But the bedwetting didn't stop, and the mattress protector could only help so much. You could see it on your boyfriend's face; he was growing tired of waking up to a soggy bed and a sobbing girlfriend. If he even saw you that way anymore. Lately, he hadn't wanted to be sexual with you, and you couldn't blame him. Who would want to sleep with a bedwetter?

Each night, you grew more and more depressed, knowing you'd wake up with wet sheets once again. Until one night, your boyfriend stopped you as you were getting ready for bed. "Honey, we need to talk," he said. Those words struck fear in your heart and sent a sinking feeling through your chest.

You immediately began apologizing. "I'm sorry," you said. "Please, I know the bedwetting has been a huge problem. I'm sorry. I'll get it under control, I promise! Please just don't break up with me…"

He looked stunned at your sudden outburst. "Honey, nobody's breaking up with anyone, I promise." He guided you to the bed and sat you down next to him. "You're right that the bedwetting has been a problem, baby girl, but I won't leave you over it. I just need you to trust me. Can you do that for me, love?"

With tears fighting to escape your eyes, you simply nodded. He entered the closet and returned with a bright pink package of something you didn't initially recognize. Until he tore open the back and pulled out what was unmistakably a pull-up, like the ones for potty training. You couldn't keep the tears from flowing.

"I know, baby," he said. "I know it's embarrassing, but I think you need them. They'll help keep you dry. And look, these ones aren't for little kids; they're for bedwetters just like you. I promise this doesn't change how I feel about you. You just need some protection at night."

It took several minutes for the tears to subside, but you knew he was right. You needed this, and you did trust him, now more than ever. You stood up and slid down your pants and panties while he held the pull-up open at the sides. You stepped into the childish undergarment, and your boyfriend pulled it up nice and snug around your hips. At first, you felt a hot pang of shame hit your cheeks, but that sensation soon faded into something else. You felt… safe.

That evening, your boyfriend tucked you into bed and held you all throughout the night. You were the little spoon, and you felt his crotch rub up against your padded bottom. Each time it did, you felt that same pang of embarrassment wash over you as chills ran down your spine, but he didn't seem to notice. Eventually, you fell asleep.

When you woke, you immediately felt the back of your pajamas and all around your sides, but there was no wetness to be found. The pull-ups, or "Goodnites" as they were called, worked perfectly. You slipped your hand down the front of your pajamas and felt the soaked padding beneath your private parts. When you felt the padding, a jolt of electricity hit you, and your legs quivered. You were… turned on by this. There was no way you could ever admit it, but you knew it was true, no matter how much you didn't want it to be.

Quietly and slowly, so as not to wake your boyfriend, you began rubbing the padding between your legs. Little sparks of pure bliss tickled along your spine, and your mouth fell agape as you breathlessly wanted to moan. You didn't want to wake your boyfriend, but you couldn't stop. You just kept rubbing, and soon enough, you began arching your back and tensing your legs.

As you finished in your soaking wet pull-up, you looked over at him, still sleeping, unaware of how naughty and pathetic his girlfriend was behaving right next to him, all while sharing his bed, no less. He stumbled awake a few minutes later while you sat there in your shame. He found you there, still in bed, still in a puddle that was at least contained to your diaper this time.

"How did it go, sweetheart?" He asked. You looked at him with sad eyes but didn't answer. He felt around your butt and found no wetness, so without even asking, he checked the front of your pull-up with his large, stern hands. The moment he gripped the front of your diaper and gave it a good squeeze, you let out a little gasp as you heard the padding squish in his grip.

"It looks like these held up well," he said while rubbing the front of your padding. He had no idea what he was doing to you, but he was turning your brain into absolute mush. You wanted to say something, anything to make him stop. But then, when he finally did, you found yourself desperate for more. You'd already made yourself cum in your soaked pull-ups, but something ached within you to have him rub you until you arrived once again.

That was the beginning of your new, babyish routine. The few dry nights a week you had dwindled into nothing until you were soaking yourself every day. Each night, he'd help you into your pull-ups. And each morning, you'd wake before him, giving you just enough time to rub yourself in your squishy diapers. The danger of having him catch you and seeing how pathetic you truly were only turned you on more. You were losing yourself in your padding, and the worst part was you didn't want it to stop. It was consuming you, and all you wanted was to sink deeper.

The longer this went on, the more you'd wet, until your pull-ups couldn't hold all your pee anymore. Waking up in a soaked diaper and a wet bed made you feel even more like a helpless baby. And your boyfriend didn't stand for it long. Over the weeks, he'd started talking down to you like a child. So when he showed you your new thick, tape-on diapers with a silly design all over them, you couldn't even act surprised.

The thicker padding kept your sheets dry, even with your larger accidents. But they posed their own problems. Your boyfriend wasn't just helping you step into them anymore. Now, he was laying you on the bed, pulling the padding up between your legs, and taping you into your glorified baby diapers. And every time he changed you into one, you couldn't help but get wet in a different way. You knew he noticed it, but he never said anything, which confused you even more.

And with how thick these diapers were, you couldn't make yourself cum in them just by rubbing the front anymore. You would have had to slip your hand down the front. But your boyfriend taped them up so tight, and they were so crinkly, you were too afraid to try it. So each morning, you'd just sit in bed humping against your hands and not even finishing before he began stirring awake.

One day, while he was changing you into your diaper, your boyfriend stopped with your diaper still untapped. He looked at you, gazing lovingly into your eyes, and you could tell he wanted to say something. "What is it?" You asked.

"Honey," he said, taking a second to pause, as if to carefully consider his words. "I've noticed that your diapers… turn you on." There was no hint of judgment in his eyes, but the shame washed over you all the same. You hid your face in your hands and started crying as he hushed you and cooed at you.

"Baby, baby, it's okay. I don't mind it. I think it's kind of cute, honestly."

"Y-you do?" You managed to squeak out between sobs and sniffles.

He nodded. "Don't get me wrong, I didn't know what to make of it at first. I caught you rubbing them a few times, but I pretended to sleep through it. But lately, I've seen the way you hump your diapers in the mornings, and it's been turning me on, too, seeing you look so desperate like that. I never thought this would be something I was into… or that you'd be into. But here we are."

You couldn't speak. You kept asking yourself if you were in a dream as the world around you began to bob as if stuck in the current of a river. It was like you were a part of the world but distinctly separate from it at the same time. He smiled at you, seeing how desperate you were for him, how every inch of you begged him to come closer.

He left your diaper untapped and crawled into the bed and on top of you. He took the opportunity to slip inside you, and as he did, a burst of pee escaped your bladder and squirted all over him. He didn't turn away. He began thrusting repeatedly into you, and your eyes rolled almost into the back of your head. It was the best sex you'd ever had, and when he was done, he finished inside you and taped you up into your diaper. You could feel the mess he left there leaking out into the padding, along with a few more dribbles of pee.

He laid down next to you and pulled you into his arms. Every sensation in your body was euphoric. And as you stared into his eyes, they looked more soft and tender than they ever had before. "There there, baby girl. You did such a good job for Daddy, little one." The moment the words left his lips, that familiar static shock ran throughout your body, and you slipped further into a place that had been long lost to you, a headspace of complete comfort and quieted thoughts. You knew you wanted to be his little girl forever if you could, and as Daddy held you that night, you knew that the dynamic of your relationship had changed forever, but also for the better. _

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Morning Comforts (18+)

Written by @cradle-quill, feat. images courtesy of @starryprincxss

The first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, revealing bits of dust particles floating through the air. Tara, already awake, sat upright in bed with her legs crossed. Her boyfriend, Leo, slept soundly beside her, laying on his stomach with his head turned toward her. Tara studied every inch of his face. The ways his lips curled as he slept, the way his nose curved toward his brow, sculpting the most handsome man she’d ever laid eyes on. As she watched him breathing gently in his sleep, she wondered how she had gotten so lucky.

Their bedroom was quiet and still, and had been for several hours now. It was as if the whole room were asleep, now being gently stirred awake by the encroaching sun. Whereas the previous night had been cool enough for Tara to get all bundled up, the sun brought with it bits of warmth as it brushed against the little skin Tara left uncovered. The sensation was pleasant, but it wasn’t enough to draw her out of her pink hoodie just yet. She was far too cozy for that, and she wanted to cling to the last moments of early morning while she still could.

She wanted to watch the sunrise, but didn’t want to wake Leo up before he was ready, so she gently lifted herself off the bed and tiptoed out of the room, careful to open the door extra slowly, so as not to make any noise whatsoever. When she closed the door behind her, she was proud of her stealthiness and gave herself a little smirk. Satisfied, she went out to the kitchen, opened the curtains that faced the rising sun, and set to work fixing herself a morning cup of coffee.

It was an almost perfect morning, but there was one small… problem. Except she wouldn’t call it a problem, not exactly. It was more of an… inconvenience. Or really, it was just something new to her. Something she wasn’t quite sure how she felt about yet. With each step she took, each turn of her waist or adjustment of her hips, she felt the unusual sensation of extra padding hugging her body, and heard a light crinkle to match.

Falling asleep in her newfound “underwear” had been… interesting, to say the least. She tossed and turned for a bit, unable to get settled until Leo rubbed her back until she fell asleep. The pull-ups she was wearing, really just glorified diapers with a bit of extra dignity tacked on, had been his idea. Well, mostly. She’d worn them when she was younger, not having fully grown out of wetting the bed until she was in her early teens. But it had been years since then, as she was well into her twenties by now, and thought she had put that vestige of her old life behind her. But when Leo confessed he had a diaper fetish, she had to admit she found the idea intriguing.

She never really disliked the goodnites. She remembered them being form-fitting and soft, kind of like wearing a light pillow while she slept. When Leo told her she’d still fit in them, she didn’t believe him, but low and behold, here she was no, wearing glorified diapers for older kids who still haven’t quite gotten the hang of potty training at night. That was embarrassing enough on its own, without including the fact that her bedwetting had been making a return appearance as of late. It wasn’t anywhere near as often as it used to be, but having to wash the sheets a few times a month was still enough to be a recurring annoyance. So when Leo brought up the subject of trying goodnites again, Tara had to admit there was some practical benefit.

That practical benefit had come in handy overnight. As much as she didn’t want to acknowledge it, she couldn’t help but notice the slight wetness of her padding each time she moved. The pull-up wasn’t soaked; it had more room to wet, but anyone looking at her would immediately know she wasn’t dry. Knowing that not only did she feel like a little girl, but she looked like one, sent her synapses firing with all kinds of conflicted feelings.

Still, she wanted to give it all a fair shot, so she stuck it out and waited for Leo to wake up before she would change, as they had agreed. Which meant Tara had plenty of time to finish making her morning coffee. Once it was done, she poured two shots of creamer and let three sugar cubes dissolve in it, stirring her drink while she watched the sun crest over the canopy of trees on the horizon.

The sight absorbed her, taking in every inch of her being and soothing it as her thoughts melted away. She stirred her coffee, then took a gentle sip, careful not to burn her lips, before mindlessly going back to stirring once again. This continued for some time, until the sun had fully risen over the trees, and the morning dew glistened in its beaming rays.

A sense of fulfilling peace spread through her chest as she took a deep breath in through her nose, holding it there and letting it linger, as if all time around her stopped with it. The only other sense she noticed was a sudden twinge in her bladder, the same one she remembered learning to listen to all the way back when she was potty training.

Everything in her, every piece of who she was now as an adult, told her to go take the silly pull-up off and use the toilet like a big girl. But one small sliver of a dissenting voice whispered in the back of her mind, telling her not to move an inch. It told her to stay there, to bask in that wonderful moment she was experiencing, and to let all her worries wash away, to let go of them and release them into the void. Against her better judgment, Tara let that voice win.

As she exhaled, letting go of that long-held breath, she let go of something else, too. She relaxed all her muscles, letting go of all the tension she’d been holding onto, all the stress and worries of adult life. The fear of being judged, the illusion that she had to live up to the invisible expectations of an ever-judging society, one that she knew couldn’t even see her in that moment. She gave it all up, and let it wash away, just like the voice had told her. And as she did, it all flowed right between her legs and into her diaper.

As she felt the warmth spreading all around her, cutting through the stillness of the cool morning air, she recognized that voice from before. One that had been lost to her for so long, one that she had forced down into a place she would not allow herself to hear. It was her, her truest, most innocent and pure self. A child with no cares, no worries about living up to a version of herself she didn’t even have in her head back then. For the first time in years, she let it come free, and against the backdrop of that beautiful morning, she was at true peace.

That’s when she heard another voice come from behind her, though this one was far more familiar. It was Leo’s, asking her what she was doing. And right as he said those words, all the fear and tension welled back up inside her again, like a ball of flames that she had to force back with her own hands.

“N-nothing,” she said as she placed her coffee mug on the counter and quickly covered herself with her hands, pulling her hoodie down to hide the obviously wet diaper.

Leo looked back at her and just smiled. He approached her gently, like a man offering his hand out to a doe, and when she didn’t startle, he reached out and stroked his hand across her hair. “It’s alright, honey. You don’t have to hide anything from me.”

Her breath had caught in her throat, but with those words, she breathed again, tentatively. But with each stroke of her hair, the panic that had risen inside her melted away once more.

“Are you absolutely sure? We can just... pretend this never happened. Like we never had the idea, and we can just go about our normal lives.”

Leo’s smile further softened, and he reached his hand down to the bottom of her hoodie, where it hid her diapered state. A little jolt flew through her body, and she clutched her hands tighter against her one piece of clothing, to her one piece of dignity. Leo loosened his grip.

“I won’t you to do anything, my love. If you want me to let go, and you want to head upstairs and change out of it, and never acknowledge it again, then that’s what we’ll do. You get to set the pace here, and there’s no wrong answer. I will respect your wishes either way, and I won’t be upset with you if that’s what you decide. But just know that I’m okay. We’re okay. I’m not ashamed of you, or embarrassed to be with you. You aren’t disgusting, and there’s nothing wrong with you. I’m right here with you, every step of the way. So whatever you want to do, I’ll be right here, with a hand ready to hold and a shoulder ready to lean on.”

Tara thought about it for some time. She trusted him. She knew he was being honest with her, that he would never shame her or make her feel like a poor excuse for a partner for whichever decision she made. But despite knowing that, it was still so embarrassing to be seen the way she stood there before him. What if there was no going back? What if he never saw her as an actual adult ever again? But worse than those things, what if she liked it? What if she wanted him to see her this way? Like a helpless child who’d had an accident, and who needed to be cleaned up and taken care of. She had to decide one way or the other. But as she looked into Leo’s eyes, his gentle, loving face smiling back at her, she knew it would be okay. That no matter what she picked at this time, he wouldn’t hold her to it. She could always change her mind later, and he would be there for her, to love and support her no matter what.

Tara took one final deep breath, and then slowly lifted her hoodie up to reveal her now soaking wet pull-up. Her pee had stained it all up the front and the back, and while it wasn’t leaking, drops of condensation dripped from the front of the cloth-backed material. Her heart pounded, and her face burned with a blazing heat.

Leo just kept smiling. He moved his hand forward, gesturing at her diaper, and Tara gave an embarrassed little nod. When he felt the front of her diaper with a squish, Tara couldn’t help but let out a small moan. He pressed his hand harder between her legs, and felt the padding give way as trickles of pee fell down her legs, running across his fingers and palm.

“It looks like somebody had quite the accident, isn’t that right, sweetie?”

Tara nodded once more, unable to find any words.

“That’s alright honey, you don’t need to speak,” Leo said, as if reading her thoughts. “You can just stand there and be my pretty little girl while Daddy checks your diaper. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Tara offered a little whine of approval, and Leo’s smile grew into a condescending but sweet smirk. “That’s what I thought, kiddo. Now, do me one favor before Daddy takes you upstairs to change you.”

“Wh-what’s that, Daddy?”

Leo lifted her almost finished mug of coffee and handed it back to her. “Hold this and turn around again. I want to see that perfect image one more time.”

She did as she was told, half-turning her body and popping her hip for him while she looked back toward the man she loved, her eyes inviting him to continue. That feeling of serenity and calm was gone now, but a burning desire deep within her had replaced it. It longed for him; it needed him, every bit of him, to be with her.

As he smiled at his beautiful little diaper model, he smiled even wider than before and said, “There we go. That’s my good little girl.”

And from then on, she was.

I love being diepered

WARNING: DIAPER MESSING/PEEING, DIARRHEA, ALCHOL MENTIONED

Aaron woke to a wet feeling around his bottom for the second time that morning. The first time he had woken up, he had been too hungover to do anything about the fact that he was urinating. Going out for drinks the night before had been a bad idea for so many reasons, but mostly because his bladder simply could not handle that much alcohol.

Now, he groggily sat up in bed and pulled the wet sheets off himself. He didn’t have the energy to get mad at himself or the brand of diapers he was wearing for the huge wet stain that spread to the far reaches of his bed. He reached down to feel the waterlogged diaper that sat between his legs. It was soaked yellow and leaked a little when Aaron touched it. It was as if he had started peeing as soon as he fell asleep and hadn’t stopped until he had just woken up. And oh gosh, it smelled awful. He was lucky for the mattress cover, or he would have had to throw the whole thing away. Today was definitely laundry day.

Aaron removed his wet diaper and shirt and left them both on the bed. He walked naked to grab a trash bag, his hamper, and a new diaper. He knew he should shower first, but he wanted to rid the smell from the room asap, and he was unsure how long cleanup would take or if he was fully empty. Sure enough, as he dumped everything into the washing machine, he felt a trickle in his diaper. It wasn't nearly as much as before, but if he hadn't been wearing a diaper, he would have had to mop as well.

With everything in the wash, Aaron stretched and yawned as he made his way towards the shower. His diaper was wet again, so he smelled even more like urine than before. He barely got the bathroom door open when his alarm went off. He picked up his phone to silence it, then swore when he realized what it was for. It had been going off for 30 minutes to remind him that he had a Zoom class at 10. It was now 9:55. He rushed to his computer to log in before remembering that he was completely shirtless. He slipped into the first T-shirt he grabbed just as the class started.

This professor was, unfortunately, strict about having the camera on. She didn't care about being muted, but she wanted to make sure everyone was at the very least paying attention. The rule was that if you had to turn your camera off, it was only twice and for five minutes unless you had a good excuse. Aaron would have used one of his times to change when he realized the shirt he'd grabbed was an ABDL T-shirt with cute animals flying planes, but he didn't want to draw attention to it. Thank goodness it wasn't a more obvious one, but he made sure not to stand because this particular shirt doubled as a onesie. Halfway through the class, he felt something pressing against his bottom. He was glad he was muted because the gas that shot out of him just then was like a firecracker. He hadn't even eaten today, but the results of last night's disaster were finally making their way out of his colon. Aaron did his best not to make a face as he quickly switched off his camera. It was coming out, and he barely had time to stand up before something painfully snaked out of him. It stung as his bottom opened up to another solid mass of poop, warming the back of his diaper with another filthy release.

"Mr. Millards, I'm timing you," the professor said, referring to Aaron. But he could barely hear her over the sound of his diaper filling. It took three minutes before he felt like he was okay enough to stop, though he could tell he wasn't empty. It wasn't lost on him that he didn't have enough time to change, and he grimaced as he looked back at the bulging brown and yellow padding wrapped around his waist. He held his breath, carefully lowered his bottom into his seat, and cringed as he felt the hot oatmeal texture spread around his bottom. The smell was immediate and rancid. He wondered what the hell he ate last night and swore to avoid it the next time he was blackout drunk. He wiped away his sweat, prayed his diaper wouldn't leak during class, and returned to the Zoom session.

Aaron felt each minute of the rest of class drag on, each second making his stomach twitch. When it finally ended, he'd never turned his camera off so fast. His next class wasn't for another three hours, so he rushed to grab a new pair of clothes, deodorant, cologne, and opened up his ottoman to grab a fresh diap-

His face fell.

Aaron kept all of his diapers boxed up in an ottoman at the foot of his bed. He'd grabbed the last diaper from one of the boxes this morning, thinking the others were full. They were not.

He didn't know what to do. Aaron ordered all of his diapers online. Even with same-day shipping, they weren't getting here until tomorrow. His next class was in person; he didn't have time for that! His best bet was to head to the nearest store to buy some generic pull-ups, but there was still the problem of his full diaper. He'd worn diapers for so long now that going out in underwear wasn't an option. He could try to use the potty before he left, but with his stomach in turmoil, there was no telling if he'd still have an accident. His heart sank when he realized that not only was he going to have to go out in a filthy diaper, but he also needed to pee again.

The only outfit Aaron owned that was loose enough to hide his diaper bulge was a pair of loose joggers and an oversized T-shirt. They didn't really match, but more importantly, they were light-colored. There was no hiding it if he leaked. He checked himself in the mirror, hyper-focusing on his bottom. You really couldn't tell unless you were looking really hard...or if you smelled him. He tried his best to cover up the smell with cologne, but that almost seemed to make it worse. He was just going to have to not stand close to anyone.

He opted to walk to the store for obvious reasons. He couldn't focus on driving and not squishing his diaper. The walk to the store wasn't far, but it sure felt like it with every crinkling, squishy step he took. He hoped the sound of cars driving past would cover up the sound, and the nearby dumpsters could take the blame for any lingering smells. He couldn't stop thinking about how much his poop had spread around in his diaper. It was smushed into every crevice and felt like cold mud on his bottom. He knew his shirt was long enough to cover his bottom, but he felt like if his pants fell even a centimeter someone would catch sight of his toasted marshmallow bottom.

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief when he finally reached the store. Despite his anxiety,  no one had seemed to notice his predicament. Or if they did, no one had pointed it out. His mind began to calm as he walked the store aisles, and by the time he grabbed the pull-ups, he felt okay enough to change in the store bathroom, as long as it was empty. Maybe they had a family bathroom he could use? If that was the case, he figured he should grab some wipes. He blushed, thinking about how big of a mess he had made and how he couldn't wait to get clean.

As he walked out of the diaper aisle with his supplies, he felt his stomach drop. Instinctively, his hand reached back to cover his bottom, and a splortch echoed off the linoleum walls. He felt eyes on him, but he was too focused on holding back a flood, his body trembling as he strained. He had just let out a handful of mushy diarrhea into his diaper, and he could tell there was more to come. He stayed there until he felt safe enough to move, then carefully made his way to the checkout aisle. His tummy rumbled angrily and his bottom hurt from holding it in, but there was no way he could go right now. He approached the self-checkout and whined anxiously when he saw the line. It wasn't that long, but his stomach thought otherwise. People could hear it groan audibly, and he tried his best not to make eye contact with any of them. By the time it was his turn, he could feel the whole store staring at him, the anxiety making his situation worse. He tried to focus on scanning; he only had two items. He just had to scan them, pay, and then he could run to the bathroom and use his diaper in peace—

PHBLARTCH

It was so loud it caught Aaron off guard, and he was pushing out another load before he knew what was happening. He let out an involuntary grunt of pain and effort as muck poured from his bottom and joined his previous mess. His knees shook as he pooped, and he gripped the register to balance himself. His body took that as a signal to keep going, and his bottom let out another wave of diarrhea. Of course, it was too much for his diaper to handle, and he felt the explosion before he heard it. Liquid brown spilled out of the leg holes  of his diaper and ran down his legs, staining his light-colored pants. When he pooped again, everyone saw it bubble out of his diaper and travel down the sullied parts of the fabric. Aaron tried not to think of all the eyes on him as he painfully soiled his diaper for the second time that day. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket, reminding him that he had a class in a bit.

He definitely wasn't going to make it.