“This is the place?” I asked, peering out of the window of my girlfriend, Erica’s sedan. Sometimes I don’t know how I get talked into things. Erica had managed to convince me to go with her to get some procedure done at this run down little clinic by the edge of town. She had coupons or something and wanted to try it out. Me, I don’t like doctors, I don’t like dentists, I certainly didn’t want to try my luck with some unknown place but one conversation with my girlfriend later I had agreed not only to go with her but try it out too.
“This is the clinic.” Erica confirmed, pulling into a pa
modeling, teachers, and lots of diapers ch6 by PinkTheDinosaur, literature
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modeling, teachers, and lots of diapers ch6
"My poor baby, are you alright!?" Aunt Celestia asked as she knelt down beside me.
I raised myself off the floor and looked at her. Then I started crying again, just like the baby I looked like.
Aunt Celestia stood and picked me up in her arms. As she did, the overalls around my ankles fell to the floor, ultimately showing my dirty diaper to the world.
All I could do was bawl on Aunt Celestia's shoulder as she carried me to the bathrooms.
"It's okay, sweetie pie, accidents happen. You're okay. Your aunts are here." Aunt Celestia told me.
I was so distracted by all the crying I didn't even notice Aunt Celestia took me into the ladies' roo
[Babyfur] Parents and Potties by SillyLittleSnivy, literature
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[Babyfur] Parents and Potties
(This story is a direct sequel to “Little Toddlers and Bigger Diapers.”, with the latter story taking place after “Babysitters and Boom Booms.” Said stories will be in the description if you haven’t read them already.)
Like the beginning of each and every day, the morning is marked by the radiant rays of the rising sun, prompting Elizabeth to get out of bed and give her body a good stretch. One may assume this is simply the start of another average day between the mother skunk and her little daughter, Emily, though Elizabeth is well aware that this is going to be a far different day than usual, especiall
The Venus Diaper Trap(WarrickWarlock Commission) by TheUnthinker, literature
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The Venus Diaper Trap(WarrickWarlock Commission)
“Plants.” Angela muttered again, just loud enough that her friends could hear her over the rush of wind.
“Plants.” Celia nodded. She tilted her broom so she flew a little farther away from Angela.
“I signed up for magical studies.” Angela said, picking at her broom in boredom “And what I get is plants.”
“It’s not as though any of the senior magicians would fly miles into the middle of nowhere just to check out rumors about a new plant.” Emily pointed out “You didn’t think you’d be discovering the Alchemist’s stone after your first year of school did y
Walking into the school bathroom stall, Jane looked left and right for any potential traps. Waving her wand, she cast a spell to ward off any curses and hexes. Finally, she pulled down her pants, then her underwear and put her hands on her hips to make sure she wasn’t wearing anything. She grunted and pushed out poop that was caught between her butt and the toilet water by the diaper she was suddenly wearing.
Jane sighed. She didn’t even know why she still tried at this point. She had a curse on her that any time she pooped or peed, a diaper would magically appear around her waist and catch it, thus making her wet or mess a diape
Diaper Tester(Part2 of Commission 1 for Bask25456) by TheUnthinker, literature
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Diaper Tester(Part2 of Commission 1 for Bask25456)
The next morning, Amanda groggily let Mabel change her diaper and feed her a bottle while she tried to forget the previous night. Had she really just had a baby shower for her? She didn’t want it, but she knew she’d been reduced to the status of baby in most of her coworkers eyes.
“Are you ready for the bet?” Mabel asked as she let Amanda down from her new high chair. It had been one of the bigger gifts from the party.
“Bet?” Amanda asked
“The bet we made at the party yesterday. Don’t tell me you’ve honestly forgotten?”
“Oh, right.” Amanda said. She was supposed to go
Little Life chapter 1: the return to diapers by KyteFasnir, literature
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Little Life chapter 1: the return to diapers
it was an early morning and Axel, a 7-year-old boy was standing at the gate of his school, he hated school a lot. he was bullied a lot by some other kids who were older than him, but this morning it wasn't going to be like that. Axel walked to the playground and one of the bullies found him. "Hey there cry-baby" the bully was a 10-year-old boy named Kody and he pushed Axel, and he felt a sharp pain in his spine as he fell back on a tree root. Axel was now tearing up the pain was intense and he couldn’t help but cry and Kody stepped back seeing Axel had also just peed himself and a teacher ran over to see what happened and Axel was helped to his feet but the teacher saw he was in so much pain she lifted him up to carry him. Axel was carried to the nurse’s office. the school nurse gently lifted Axel's shirt and pulled it off him and saw a large bruise at his lower back, it was very dark blue in colour, almost purple. "Oh, this is bad" the school nurse said as she called Axel's
The Birthday Party, Part 2 (ABDL) by praedatorius, literature
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The Birthday Party, Part 2 (ABDL)
The next morning, Alexa wet the bed. It was still dark when she woke up and found the cold, soggy sheets sticking to her skin. She felt so disgusting that she broke into sobs, but she quickly got a hold of herself. Do not fall apart, Lexi! She told herself as she climbed out of bed. She stripped the sheets and threw them in a clothesbasket outside the door. She sprayed some cleaner on the mattress and frantically scrubbed, trying to get the smell of urine out before sleeping again. Her clothes were soaked too. She pulled out another diaper, cursing herself for not putting one on before she went to bed, but there was something wrong. The diapers seemed thicker. Alexa ran them through her fingers and tried to figure out whether she was right, or whether she was just drowsy. The paper-thin undergarments that she had been wearing all week felt thick like a blanket. Alexa pulled out the rest of the diapers, but each one was just as thick as the others were. She put one on. The comforting
Brea tried to carry her sister, but she couldn’t since she was so much smaller than her.
“Oh well, I guess you’ll have to crawl,” Brea shrugged, putting her ‘baby’ sister down and patting her butt. Cora crawled only to suddenly stop and sit in the middle of the living room. Brea tried to budge but she wouldn’t move, she decided she was too tired to move, although she didn’t crawl a great distance.
“Too twired, mommy! Cawwy me pwease!” she begged, hiding her smirk behind her pacifier. She might’ve become the baby now, but she wasn’t going to give her sister an easy time.
Turned into a Sissy Baby by Mollycline1194, literature
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Turned into a Sissy Baby
Turned Into A Sissy Baby
I was terrified at the prospect of being turned into a girl. I mean it’s one thing to do it alone in your bedroom from time to time but another thing entirely to have beautiful women see you in a dress. I don’t think that’s the best way to get girls. But due to hard times I needed a place to stay and some extra money. A group of experts were offering big bucks (like 25 million) to a group of men with different views of womanhood and feminization. I was lucky enough to be chosen.
So I packed a bag with all my essentials and hopped a private jet to an even more private island over 20 hours away where
Diaper Tester(Part1 of Commission 1 for Bask25456) by TheUnthinker, literature
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Diaper Tester(Part1 of Commission 1 for Bask25456)
Amanda sighed and checked the clock on the wall again. It hadn’t even been three minutes since she’d looked at it last. How was the day passing this slowly? Honestly she was beginning to suspect the stupid clock was broken. When she’d taken the summer internship she’d been expecting to work in a lab or do research or something entertaining. She hadn’t been expecting to be given a mountain of redundant paperwork and left to rot in a cubicle at the corner of the office. Worse, it was just late May and she was already bored out of her mind. It was shaping up to be a long summer.
“Amanda.”
Amanda jumped
Babe-ification, Epilogue by taringApok, literature
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Babe-ification, Epilogue
Amalie woke up and started to stretch. That spa was amazing. She felt like she had the energy of a thousand suns, provided that she slept for about 12 hours. And a nap was what she had finished. All snug and cozy in her crib next to Daddy's bed. It didn't make sense anymore to have two separate rooms. After rejuvenating everything was too big in her old room. At barely four foot tall, she was back to fitting in the most petite of petite sizes. Not that her bust line would cooperate. What she lost in height and weight had made her breasts balloon out, what had been an enjoyable handful was now bordering being an F cup. Who knows where a bra that would fit could be found. But they weren't needed. Her young, taught, flesh always kept them pert. They certainly threw her balance off though. Walking wasn't an option. She was light enough to be carried by Daddy, and even by Fifi, the maid, but on her own, it was either crawl, or hang onto everything for balance. Sitting up in her crib, Amalie gave a big yawn, then called out, "Fifi? Uppies Fifi!" Not that she really needed to, Daddy made sure there was a good girl monitor on the crib. Sofia came in, no longer wearing the costume-esque maid uniform, she had on a loud red top that dipped low in her cleavage, and hip hugging jeans. "Mija necesita un cambio de pañal. What does that mean?" She asked as she picked Amalie up. Since getting back, Amalie found Sofia more fun to be around, and now she was picking up a little bit of Spanish. "I need changies?" Amalie asked, guessing. But it was after naptime, she always needed a change after naptime. "I think you are cheating. But yes." Sofia told her as she was laid out on the changing table. Playing with her toes, Amalie accepted the butt wiping. "Daddy come home yet? I wanna ride his peepee, it real big and fun to play with." "No niña, Daddy is no here yet, and tonight Maria will be over." Amalie gave a small whine. Sofia's cousin only came over when Sofia was going to be gone with Daddy. Maria was nice too, but not the same as sucking on that real good Daddy cock. Sofia had to know that, how many times since Amalie got home had the maid stayed too late and Daddy insisted she stay in his bed? Honestly she should just take Amalie's old room at this point. Clean diaper on, Sofia carried Amalie out to the kitchen. Too short for the chairs, Daddy made sure Amalie got the best chair, one that had it's own table, and set her higher. It was just for her and perfect. From the fridge, Sofia got a bowl of blended food out. Amalie's tummy had issues with the junk filled solid food, so she got her own special food, and Sofia always made it fun to eat, pretending that the spoon was airplanes, trains, even sail boats, all variety of transport logistics. Though clearly she wasn't very good at feeding, because when she was done, Amalie's tits were always splattered with the food goop. Not one to be wasteful, Amalie would finish the job, scooping it up in her fingers and licking what she could reach clean. Snack time over, Sofia washed her face, hands, and tits, and let Amalie onto the floor. The young woman free to crawl to the living room, where she could watch blowjob instructional videos between cartoons, and play with her new toys, Daddy was always spoiling her, now more than ever. Teething rings, stuffed animals, dildos of all shapes and sizes that she could suck on or pump between her tits. Though with Daddy and Fifi going out, that would probably just get her horny and frustrated. Maybe she should just relax with her headphones, they always made the time fly by. She grabbed the big pink over ear headphones. "Fifi, gonna wissen to my music, love you." She called out as she settled into a pile of stuffed animals. It wasn't long before Sofia came out and saw Amalie, glassy eyed and drooling. Maria was told to just get her a bath before going to her crib. Sofia was in a strapless dress and on Daddy's arm. "It's incredible how much she's changed." He pat her hand, "Yes, she wasn't exactly friendly, but I love her, so this way she's still pampered but I have room in my life for more meaningful connections. Ready for a night on the town?*
Reborn: A Special Story for a Special Friend (ABDL by ShaneySqueeBoy, literature
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Reborn: A Special Story for a Special Friend (ABDL
Joe had just gotten offline after talking to some of his friends there. They were really some of the only friends he had, outside of a few at school. He was quite tired that night and wanted to get some sleep. Not that he had anything to look forward to the following day. Tomorrow was his birthday, but his family didn’t have the financial means to have a proper party for him. This year, he wouldn’t even be getting any presents. It was almost like they didn’t even acknowledge his date of birth to begin with. His birthday was one of the loneliest days of his experience. The most he would be getting for his birthday at that poi
Trapped in Diapered Dreams 1 - High School Horror by PrincessDiaperGirl, literature
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Trapped in Diapered Dreams 1 - High School Horror
As my blurry vision slowly comes into focus. I was in a... Classroom? My old high school science teacher was here, saying... Something. All his words sounded garbled like I was under water. Why was I here? I graduated over a decade ago… Everything looked the same as it had all those years ago. The room, the people, everything. Except me... I looked at myself, and was surprised to find that I looked like... me. Well- not me as I was then, but me as I am now. Strange.. No... No, this can't be right! I am Doctor Hannah Lynton! I should be *teaching* a highschool class, not attending one! I should- My thoughts were interrupted by an unusual crinkling sound. I looked around to check if anybody else had heard it. No sign from anyone. That means- it must have come from me. I froze, slowly coming to realize what it must have been. Trying not to draw any attention to myself, I reached up under my skirt. I had to suppress a squeal as my hand met the material. It was exactly what I thought it was... This revelation delighted and confused me all at once. But why? Why was I back in my old high school? And more importantly, why was I wearing a diaper? "Ms. Lynton!" the teacher's voice boomed out over the classroom, turning my blood to ice. "Is it possible for you to pay attention to something other than what's between your legs?" W-what did he just... There's no way I heard that right. "M-my apologies, sir…" He gave me a hard look, before turning back to the blackboard and continuing the lesson. I tried to pay attention to avoid getting in trouble again, but something was wrong. I couldn't understand. It was like he was speaking gibberish. "And if the grabbledob duiriknitaks barishnadab skleenie, superfleoxtococneyed freeble dabble until it moxlflox. As you might expect-" I glanced around the room to see if anyone else was as confused as I was, but they all just stared passively at the teacher, as one would expect. What was going on here!? Everyone seemed to understand him perfectly, yet he made no sense! I had to figure this out, but it wasn't like I could just leave- if I was in a high school class then they'd expect me to stay... The school bell signaling the end of class felt like an answer to prayer. Now I could get out of here and try to find some answers. Maybe I could- Something caught my foot as I was getting up to leave and I tumbled forward. I hit the floor palms-first, unharmed but still shaken by the fall. Was I just that clumsy, or had someone tripped me? Before I could get up, a voice from behind me nearly caused my heart to stop "Oh my god! She's wearing a diaper!" I froze. What? Well.. I guessed pretty quickly that they'd be able to see it. But- who even was that? I didn't want to get up, my face burned red with shame. It was too late to try to fix my skirt to hide the diaper. By now, I felt like every eye in the room was staring at my babyish undergarments. "Oh god, she is!" "What a baby..." "How old even are you!?" "Do we need to call your Mommy to come change you?" "Maybe someone should check her diaper for her?" I had no idea what to do. First of all I didn't know why I was even wearing a diaper. I also didn't know what to do in this situation, I'd never been so humiliated in my life. ...on top of not knowing why this all felt so good and bad at the same time, I was well and truly stumped. Professor Morris started saying something again, but I still couldn't understand him. "Bigandalsh martigiot, Ms. Lynton! Get her Wagaspigold!" "Yes, Professor." My blood somehow ran even colder. I knew that voice. Suddenly I felt myself being hoisted to my feet by at least two people behind me. But I wasn't focused on them, I was focused on the bitch who now stood right in front of me. Nicole–The meanest bully in the whole school. Seeing her cemented the fact that yes, I really was back in my old high school, as much as I tried to deny it… Apparently whatever the professor has said involved permission to escort me out of the classroom, she started walking towards the door and the people grabbing me--no doubt part of the entourage that always followed her around--started forcefully shuffling me towards the door. It was strange that I couldn't understand him, yet everyone else was perfectly clear.. I tried to writhe and escape from their grasp, I should've been able to easily but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't escape. They ushered me through the door and suddenly I was... In the girl's bathroom? What!? But we didn't even go through the halls... Right? I mean, surely we must've gone through the halls to get here. But why can't I remember that? There must be some logical explanation for whatever's going on. There was no time to think of an explanation though, as they rather unceremoniously dumped me on the floor, facing towards them. Nicole stalked in front of me "Well well well, if it isn't the diaper girl making a scene in front of the whole class." she looked larger than life from this angle. Like she could just step on me and crush me like a bug. It made me feel so helpless. I shrank back, not knowing what to do. What could I do? They had surrounded me. "What's the matter, diaper girl?" she sneered down at me "You look so sad and pathetic." One of the other girls chimed in, "Maybe she's sad because she pissed her pampers?" "Mmm, that could be." Nicole nodded "Is that it, baby girl? Are you so fussy because you wet your wittle diapies?" I blushed, though this time it was for a different reason. I hoped that they didn't notice though… Nicole snapped her fingers at one of her minions. "Check her diaper for me." I wasn't afraid of what they'd find. After all, it's not as though I'd- Suddenly my bladder felt so full! It took me by such surprise, that as soon as the girl reached up under my skirt and touched my diaper, that's when the floodgates let loose. I couldn't quite believe it. I'm a grown woman, damnit! No- more than that, I'm a doctor! I can't just be pissing myself! Then again, I didn't exactly mind them poking and prodding my now-soggy diaper… "Oh my god, she's pissing herself right now!" the minion said, poking and prodding my squishy diaper. My cheeks burned with humiliation and... Also arousal. Why was I getting so turned on by this!? I was being assaulted! Nicole tisked above me "Naughty naughty. What are we going to do with you, diaper girl?" I tried to suggest that they let me go, but I couldn't get the words out. Was I too aroused? Probably. I was ashamed of myself. Nicole leaned down, an evil glint in her eye, and said "I think we need to teach you a lesson about what happens to diaper babies who cause a scene." Without seemingly any signal to her cohorts, they both grabbed me and before I could blink they had me flipped over with my butt in the air. How could they overpower me so easily? However they did it, it didn't really matter. What I did know was that I wasn't going to enjoy what would happen next. Or.. at least that's what I thought. I felt a hand, presumably Nicole's, undo my skirt and pull it off of my waist, leaving my diaper completely exposed to anyone who might walk in. Again, I tried to fight back but I was rooted to the spot. I couldn't even open my mouth to protest. "Not so fussy now, are you?" Nicole taunted, hand running over my squishy padding, sending tingles down my spine. "Ew, did you drink a pool before class? This thing is fucking drenched!" I whimpered a little and continued to shiver from her touch. "Awwww, the baby girl sounds so sad. But pouting won't get you out of this one, pissy pants." even though I couldn't see her from the angle I was held at, I sensed her raising her arm back in preparation for... My spanking... "Ready? Oh wait, I don't care." *SMACK* I cried out, I couldn't even hold a hand to my mouth to suppress it. It felt.. strange. Obviously it was painful but at the same time- it was wonderful.. I hadn't felt this type of pleasure well- ever.. *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* She continued raining spank after spank, causing the thick, wet diaper to squish against me with every impact. I was definitely thankful for the diaper cushioning the blows, as well as for how each spank sent tingles down to a certain part of my anatomy. I hated to admit that I liked it. I hated myself for it but at the same time I knew deep down that it was exactly what I wanted. I tried to speak, but all that came out of my mouth was more whimpering. "God, you really are a pathetic baby, aren't you?" Nicole said "Maybe I should keep your skirt so that you're forced to waddle all over school in your droopy, piss-soaked diaper?" A wave of embarrassment, arousal and fear washed over me. Why did I like this so much? What if I couldn't get out of here? One of the minions decided to join in on the tormenting with her leader "I think she would like that. After all, she doesn't seem too eager to protest." I wanted to protest, I really did. But I just couldn't conjure anything but whimpering from my vocal cords. And just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, I heard my tummy rumble audibly, and just as my bladder had filled earlier, I now felt I was about to have an even worse accident. No, no.. NO. I screamed at myself to stop but again, no words came out. I knew I was going to do it and I couldn't stop myself no matter how I tried. The two minions holding me apparently heard the rumbling as well. "Is... Is she about to-" "I think so- "Gross!" "Eww!" They both released me and backed off, but even if I wanted to take advantage of my new-found freedom, I felt like I was paralyzed as the first cramp hit me like a freight train and my body didn't even try to hold it back- No effort was made by my body at all. Not one bit. It all came rushing out at once, piling into the seat of my diaper and creating the most disgusting and arousing smell I've ever smelt. For the briefest moment, I felt completely numb. As though my body had expended every ounce of energy I had into my diaper. I felt nothing. Nothing, that is, except for the mucky diaper now sagging between my legs. It felt so warm and gooey and... And... No, NO! I should NOT be enjoying this! When I finally tuned back into my surroundings, the first sound that greeted my ears was Nicole cackling like a banshee "I cannot BELIEVE you just did that! You really must be some kind of fucking pervert." "God, she STINKS!" Both of the minions were now covering their noses. I liked it. I liked what they said about me. I hated that I liked it but I couldn't deny that I liked it. I felt myself being yanked up off the floor by Nicole who spun me around to look in the mirror. "Look at yourself, diaper bitch. Look at yourself and tell me how pathetic you are." It was a perplexing sight, to say the least. The mirror confirmed that I was definitely my thirty-year-old adult self. The only thing odd about my appearance was the yellow-and-brown stained diaper sagging between my thighs. "I'm-" I was shocked by my sudden ability to speak, in fact I shut right up there and then because of just how shocked I was. "Oh, has the baby decided she can talk now?" Nicole mocked. Then before I could try to verbalize a response, she smacked my messy diaper. I tried to pull myself together. I'm a grown woman for goodness sake. I shouldn't be enjoying getting my diaper smacked around. My squishy.. messy.. soggy diaper... N-no! I had to stop this. I tried to speak again but the wrong words came out of my mouth, stopping before I could finish whatever horrible thing I was going to say next. "I'm just a-" I was stopped dead in my tracks when I say an especially evil glint in Nicole's eye. "Actually, I have a better idea. Why don't you tell all your friends outside?" And before I could even think to protest, she shoved me through the door and out into the crowded hall with nothing covering my wet, messy diaper. "I'm just a pathetic little stinky baby!" I seemed to yell as I was thrown down the hall. Before I could really register what I'd just said, my thoughts were drowned out by the laughter. It swelled all around me like an inescapable cage. My entire body simultaneously burned with shame and tingled with pleasure. All those people laughing at me in my poopy, stinky, wet, mushy diaper overwhelmed my senses. Any rational thought in my brain was completely drowned out by the din of roarous laughter. Everyone around seemed to tower above me and I felt smaller than I already did. I really was just a tiny little pathetic baby in a poopy, stinky... Wet... Mushy... D-diaper...... I felt it in the tips of my toes and the top of my head first. Like electricity coursing through my body, but in slow motion. It traveled up my legs, causing my knees to buckle and give beneath me. My eyes rolled back into my head as it surged down my neck. Every inch of my skin pickled, my fingers and toes curled inward, my back arched, and my mouth hung open in a silent scream as this feeling wracked my body, until finally it met in the center of my core. And I exploded in my diaper. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. All my other senses faded into the background as my body and soul focused all of its attention on the feeling of the most powerful orgasm I'd ever experienced in my life. My hands shot down to the front of my poopy diaper, pressing the filthy padding against me as I doubled over on the floor, my body surrendering to ecstasy as I came over and over again in my stinky, squishy diaper. I didn't care what anyone else saw. I dug my hand into that diaper as hard as I could, mushing and squishing it around. By the time I was done cumming back-to-back, it felt like an eternity had passed. I was slumped over on the floor, chest heaving and sweat glistening all over my body. And yet, all I felt was warm--warm and content. I couldn't hear the laughter anymore, or anything else beyond the subsiding pounding of my own pulse in my ears. My eyes were closed, I think? Or maybe I was just too spaced-out to see straight. Everything felt fuzzy, but I didn't care. I was calm and happy like I'd never been before. In fact, I felt like I was drifting off… I couldn't feel the shame. I couldn't feel the pleasure. I couldn't even feel the sticky, squishy diaper between my legs. I blinked a couple times but to no avail, as I fell asleep.
Diaper prank on the cleaners by HarleyDiaperQuinn, literature
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Diaper prank on the cleaners
I hatched a pretty clever scheme when my mum said the cleaners would come every Saturday. I would never tell my mom about my diaper thing, she'd say it was weird for a 15 year old boy, and no-one else lived in the house, so I couldn't tell anyone. But if the cleaners would pay regular check-ups I thought it would be funny to slowly elude to it. My mother works on saturdays (and every other day, that's how I do the diaper stuff) anyway, so I hatched my plan.
Week 1, I layed some pacifiers on my desk. They shot me some weird looks as they left, but nothing too bad. Week 2, I left my diaper bag open on my desk. There was less ambiguity for them
America. the land of the free. Unless you’re a criminal. Or insane. Or an insane criminal. In that case, you get thrown in a cell and stay there until you have changed. Except for the Baroness, that insane criminal escaped her asylum cell because someone on the security team helped her out! And now, no one can find them! That was the turning point for the government: If normal wardens couldn’t be trusted, they’ll just have to use machines. That was why they created the Sanctuary Gardens Mental Asylum, an asylum with a staff only composed of robots, with Doctor Judy Grady as the only human of the facility and the one that wou
A Day in the Life (Imagine: Reader X Mommy) by kinkella, literature
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A Day in the Life (Imagine: Reader X Mommy)
Disclaimer: This story contains AB/DL and humiliation content!
"Wake up, sweetie!"
You slowly opened your eyes to see your mommy towering over you; her award-winning smile made you smile as well even though you were still very sleepy. Taking that as an opportunity, your mommy carries you out of your crib and onto the changing table; you were always fussy when you were getting a diaper change, but right now you were too tired to care.
She quickly changed your -very soggy- diaper and carried you downstairs to the kitchen; most parents would let their babies in their night diaper through breakfast, but you were such a stinky butt that your mo
CW: ABDL, mental regression, reality warp Saying that Sally was distraught was an understatement. This trip to her sister's wedding had gone as wrong as possible. There was no direct flights, so as she landed at the connecting terminal, while she had a carry on with toiletries, phone charger, and neck pillow, her luggage had gone on a different flight. The unimpressed customer service representative told her it would be two days before it could go to the intended final terminal. And it was when her next booking ticket was scanned that the news went from bad to worse. Apparently there was no connecting flight, it was a fraudulent ticket, naturally her cards needed to be frozen as the theft was disputed and resolved. She only had $100 in smaller bills in her purse. The airline at least arranged for a taxi to a hotel with a complimentary room, and a gave her a bag of 'essentials', really just a toothbrush and a pair of underwear. Though thought of wearing "public" underwear made her skin crawl. Traffic was awful though. Pulling out her phone, apparently some kind of comic convention was occuring. The airport hotel, the Foster Heights hotel, apparently shared a plaza with the convention hall. 'Brilliant,' she lamented, 'Stuck in weirdo central, damn kids playing pretend up and down the halls. The room better be damn good...' She went looking into the reviews and amenities. It wasn't half bad. She called her sister, "Hey, yeah, just landed. Listen. I can't get there in time. Some fuck defrauded me. I'm trapped in this city with just the clothes on my back until my bank sorts everything out. I'm sorry. Don't say that, I'm sure something more catastrophic will loom on your special day, more than me not being there." Sally explained, offering part comfort and part sibling teasing. Obviously she didn't want anything to actually happen on her little sister's special day. The taxi pulled into the horseshoe drive, a doorman opened the door for her, "Need a trolley for your luggage?" He asked, customer service smile all wide and insincere. "None, airport refugee." Sally spat. Walking into the lobby, it already started. Various older teens, young college children, filled out the space. Some in shlubby hoodies and jeans, but more obnoxiously were the women practically wearing electrical tape and wigs, oversized robots of painted cardboard, 'resourceful' cosplayers with blinking lights and midi sounds triggered by proximity to no doubt copy some game crafted for basement dwellers. Heading straight to the concierge desk. Sally's face was a grimace of building frustrations. She slammed a packet down with the airline logo. The man at the desk, for his part, also seemed frazzled by the con crowd. Seeing Sally in a smart blouse and comfortable flats, she was a refreshing breath of normalcy, despite the aura of frustration. Taking the packet, he started plugging numbers in the system. "So sorry about your flight. Two dinner services have been comped, our restaurant will honor an entree and side, I see four drink tickets, I know the bar is busier than usual, but please avail yourself. May I see some ID?" He asked, polite, but clipped. Sally handed the only piece of plastic that had any worth. "Is there a breakfast?" "Yes, opens at 7, I recommend being earlier than our neighboring attendees. Practically fell flat on my face because of a shed tail. Here is your key card, wifi password, dial 0 to request any extra sheets, towels, pillows." He announced, handing her a small envelope. Sally went to the elevator, eager to go check the room, make arrangements if needed, and block out the prismatic crowd. Waiting on the same elevator was a...person...the dragon mask still on but the gloves off, androgynous hands not giving details away. The wings would be annoying. The doors opened and Sally was gobsmacked. A shorter woman, barely clearing 5 foot, if that, a sparkly tiara set in blonde hair tied off in childish pigtails, rosey cheeks heavy in blush, Cupid bow lipstick applied. A Japanese sailor top of white and pink stopped just barely past her bust, a lanyard with a con pass had an oversized pacifier dangling with it. In white gloves, going up to the elbow, she held an oversized baby rattle, ribbons and bells dangling. Simplified versions of the tiara dotted around the baby pink bulb. Ballet esque shoes had pink ribbon going up thigh high white stockings. But between socks and top, she wore a shiny, white, diaper with unicorn heads decorating the landing strip. This wasn't some drugstore diaper. In a high pitched voice, surely an affectation, she giggled, "Oh my sweet fans, you don't need to congregate to see me, Baby Princess Lizzy is eager to play with all my subjects! Follow me to the fields of imagination, where your inner child is safe from Queen Junko's miasma of Maturity!" The idiot girl spouted, striking a pose before running out. A few heads turned to see her bizarre display. Arranging herself around the damn wings, Sally pressed her floor, 3. The dragon person going further up, 7th. Sally fled the box. Lining the hall floors, con goers were playing card games, a cluster silently playing some handheld game. Sally felt that she was going to use all her drink ticket this evening. At least she didn't have luggage, stepping over strewn accessories, there was no space with these inconsiderate dorks. Finally at her room, Sally slammed the door, back flush to it, shutting out the shitty world she found herself trapped in. Single queen bed, phone, outlets on each side, the air a crisp ozone obliterating 65° F. The TV on but silent, showing the pre-recorded tourist video. Sally turned it off, set the airport 'essentials' bag on the desk. Despite her better judgement, she drew the shades open. Of course she was on the side that faced the convention center. This area was clearly a civic project, as the two buildings bordered a plaza, rather than a road, sculpture pieces dotted the walkways. It might have been chic or quaint at any other time of year. Here in the waning summer, early fall, a sea of young adults playing dress up as they eagerly showed off how much money they loved to through at whatever junk was being sold. Sally sat on the bed, feeling the puff of the bedding. Of the extremely shitty last 6 hours, the silent chill of solace washing over her. Taking a shower probably wouldn't hurt right now. Taking off her blouse, shimmying out of pants, she tossed her bra away and laid back on the bed. Simultaneously trapped and free. Her underwear was fresh, wearing them another day wouldn't kill her. And with how the airport lost her clothes, she wasn't trusting the hotel laundry service with anything. She got out her phone charger, plugged it in, and got up to explore the shower. Complimentary soap and shampoo, the airport sealed toothbrush and generic toothpaste, Sally took a long shower. It felt nice, but the extended stay showed that sound traveled through the pipeworks. The cloding stomps of overgrown children could be heard, and depending on how close, even felt. Cutting the steamy sauna off, Sally took a fluffy towel to twist on her head, another to dry her body. It wasn't much, but it was relieving. Finding a robe, she traded up, and checked her phone as she waited to air dry. Weather was good, the inbox was kept free of work reminders, and photos of her family at the rehearsal dinner was filling up her social feeds. How did she fuck up so badly booking this trip to miss her little sister's wedding? Looking for noise, she turned the TV on. "And a curious sight of color, the convention hall is hosting a comic convention. Live at the festivities is Carla, having fun Carla?" Announced an anchor man, a side by side showing a Hispanic woman in a smart dress holding a microphone, the plaza was easy to recognize. She had on a big smile, "Not as much as some of the excited fans around here. You couldn't be blamed thinking it was Halloween already." That's when the weird elevator baby-woman came into frame, sucking on that pacifier. She saw the camera and waved, not swiping side to side on, a very childish open-and-close variety. Carla looked over and extended the microphone, "Having fun at the con? That's quite the costume, what are you from?" The pacifier dropped, the woman grabbed the mic. "Why I'm only the bestest hero ever! Baby Princess Lizzy, protector of ImagiNation, defender of the inner child, and dreams, always doing battle against the no fun Queen Junko!" She said in her shrill voice. "Well I think it's safe to say the inner child is safe today, back to you Howie." Carla announced. "A scheme to steal identies has hit our own local airport, infrequent flyers booking flights at too good to be true prices has their administration-" the anchor started to say before Sally turned it off. Hearing that she wasn't the only one gave slight comfort, but she didn't need a reminder of why she was stuck. Untwisting the hair towel, Sally continued to pat it as she went back to the bathroom. Airline peanuts weren't filling, she needed dinner. The hairdryer was turned on and she did the best she could to look presentable. Not that the bar was high with all the costumes filling up the lounge. Still she redressed and headed out of her sanctuary. The hall was emptier, the con must have had some event that lured them back. Sally took the elevator down, when it opened, the lounge still had people in it, but mostly people wearing a new hat or something and carrying a bag of fresh purchases. Looking the sectioned off restaurant, it was empty. A hostess stood at the front. "Konichiwa Oni-san." She said enthusiastically. Upon seeing Sally's annoyance, her posture relaxed, "Ah, not here for the con, they flip their lid when I say that nonsense. Booth or table?" "Bar actually." Sally asserted. Couldn't blame the hostess for wanting to get tipped. She was lead to the back wall. "Anthony, actual adult here." The hostess called out before leaving. The door to the back opened, out came a man in the classic vest with arm garters, carrying a few tins of cut fruit. He was tall, but slender, black hair slicked back and looking like it was held with concrete. "Hello, Anthony, I'll be your bartender this afternoon, you're ahead of the rush. What can make for you?" "Get me drunk before the kids come home." Sally said with a laugh. "Straight grain alcohol to go blind or so loaded with sugar that you can't tell what you're drinking?" Was his rejoinder. "I'm easy, gin and tonic, top shelf though." Sally gave an actual order while Anthony slipped a menu to her. "Coming right up." Anthony announced, assembling the simple drink, "So if you didn't come for the con, what brought you here?" "Ugh," Sally groaned, "Airplane scam on the way to my sister's wedding. On top of that, they lost my luggage. Now I'm in a miserable mood but forced to endure this gleeful gaggle of overgrown, overripe, children with credit cards." "Eh." Anthony shrugged, "Not saying your situation doesn't suck, because wow, that's a lot, but wallowing is a choice. It's hectic right now, but the tips are rolling and the fun is, well, infectious. Everyone dies shitting their pants, there is no reason to take life seriously." "Now that sounds reasonable, running around with tape on your nipples because some horny artist gave a woman superpowers, that's taking it all too far." "Plus that's gotta hurt when the hair gets pulled." Anothy joked, and tapped on a screen, "Anything from the kitchen?" "It's the airlines money, why not. The ribeye, lobster mac and cheese, and a turtle cheesecake." Sally said, mood improved. Commiserating with a real adult cheering her up. "One stick-it-to-them coming up." He announced, that's when a zombie boy, upsetting cheek flap hanging off and showing very detailed teeth, and a woman with a corset so tight, it had to be white vampire makeup that stopped her looking like a cherry tomato approached the end of the bar, so Anthony had to go address their orders. Sitting with her drink, Sally looked out the restaurant walkway and over at the lobby. Bunches of happy people, chatting, showing off either costumes they made or gushing about some treasure they found. Connecting with either friends or total strangers over something they both enjoyed. Maybe that's what had initially bothered Sally, she was irate and wanted the see that frustration somewhere. Not feel like she was alone. That cardboard robot that filled up a doorway came by, stopping by the undead couple, doing some kind of motion across their arms. Apparently it was code for something, zom-boy took the overly done up gauntlets off. Vamp-tramp got up and from behind the bot unhooked this and that. Taking the helmet off, a guy with shaggy brown hair was dripping with sweat, "Thanks, I didn't think of the elbows when I did made the suit!" "Awesome Defense Force Hitachi Primus though. Did you use a 3D printer?" Zom-boy asked, Anthony already had a glass of water at the ready. Apparently they were strangers, but easily got into talking shop. Her food came, the rich smell of roasted garlic and butter took Sally's attention. While the current clientele left a lot to be desired, the hotel had to have a couple stars. "Everything look okay? I should have asked how well done, they did it medium rare to be safe. Need to send it back?" Asked Anthony. "I just got a knife, try to take this away and you'll be holding a stump." Joked Sally. Anthony curled up his fingers, back of the hand facing out, to pantomime all his digits being gone, "Oh no, that's my garnish cutting hand! Woe upon meeee!" He laughed as he went to busy himself. Sally had at least three ounces of steak untouched, the mac and cheese gone, and was full. Seeing her set her knife and fork in defeat, Anthony swung by, "Ready for desert?" "Can I come back for that? I need to walk this off." "Oh yeah, I'll have it in a fridge up here, not like you'll be going anywhere." Anthony accommodated. The restaurant was starting to fill up, Sally fought the crowd to get out. The lobby had fewer people, half discarded costumes being carried as dinner plans were made. Getting into the courtyard, Sally did a double take. The plaza had modern artsy statutes earlier, didn't it? Maybe it was the higher vantage. It was easier to see now that these had to be some temporary installations, different anime women striking poses. How popular was that weird girl's show that even a diapered one was put up? "You'll never catch me!" Cried out the shrill voice of the oddity. She no longer had that baby rattle, and was holding her tiara, a laughing woman in some pastel goth outfit racing after her, either oblivious or indifferent to how high her skirt went as cherry dotted panties were flashed with each step. Sally moved down the plaza, away from the con and towards normalcy. A haze of vape smoke wafting from a corner with bench seats, "What is that flavor?" Asked a woman in a pink dragon costume, a scale pattern formed from little hearts wrapped around it, holding the head under her arm. The wing shape looked familiar to the elevator filler, but girly. "Bubblegum cotton candy, zero milligrams, I need to stop smoking, it's yucky." Responded a woman in zombie make up, not gory or gross, more like Frankenstein stitches with a corresponding patchwork dress. "Good for you! It's tough." The dragoness encouraged. "My girlfriend is really helping me out though, she's the vampire playing tag with Baby Princess Lizzy." Zom-girl pointed out. Sally looked forward and continued her walk. The bistros looked, wrong, maybe they were done up with themes given proximity to the convention center. Where in America would you ever see a cat cafe? At least the plush toy in the window made it clear there wasn't going to be actual hair. Next to it, some chic cupcakery had a banner up, declaring itself "Baby-Cakes", a rattle matching what Lizzy had been carrying this morning now serving as a logo. A semi normal French place rounded out the walking cul-de-sac, Le Petite Bebe, with breakfast and dinner covered, maybe a light lunch there would be nice. Reaching the end Sally started the walk back, only now, she was on the convention center's side of the plaza. 'They're just adults having fun, eventually we all shit ourselves...' she paraphrased the bar tender's advice. Sally kept throwing her gaze over the hotel side, had she been so focused on the buildings and statues as to not see the grassy medians filling the middle? There was even a splash pad between two of them. She felt uncomfortable seeing the small slides and spring riders. That meant children visited and right now the space was dominated with half dressed women. "I'll get you!" Laughed Baby Princess Lizzy, a full game of tag seemed to have broken out. How these young adults had the energy after a full day of walking around the con floor was a subject of some jealousy. Hopefully the yells and shouts would stop at a reasonable time. A woman in a graphic onesie, "My other life is a dragon" with anime art, little tail and wings, was hiding behind the furthest of the four Baby Princess statues, the one with the knee popped up and battle rattle held forward. Dashing past was vamp-tramp, with little batwings on her onesie, bib declaring "It's just juice!!" With a red splotch. Looking past over her shoulder, a woman in a patchwork onesie, bib saying "brains num-num!" Ran full tilt into Sally, the two falling into the soft grass that stretched across the whole plaza. The zom-girl's laughing has stopped. "Oh no, oh no no no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" She started to blubber, afraid she was in trouble. Sally was pissed. Pushing the mewling woman off, Sally gave her a piece of her mind. "You better fucking believe your sorry! Do you know how shit a day I've been having! I try to have a nice fucking walk but that's too much to ask around you ankle biting basement dwellers! Do everyone a god damn favor and go back to hiding in your mother's skirts!" She yelled at zom-girl. The sounds of play immediately stopped. Sally stood up and glared down at the moron that blindly tackled her. Zom-girl was clearly head down in shame, and suddenly started wailing with tears. Vamp-tramp stopped her running and came over, kneeling to hug the crying woman. "She said she was sorry, no no words were just mean!" She spat at Sally before holding her sobbing girlfriend. Baby Princess Lizzy, after seeing the whole thing, turned, walking over to the woman that had a full sized mechanic stroller, light up panels and gizmos occluding her view. "Defense Force Battle Pram-" She said before quieting, Sally could barely see the woman sat inside nodding with her pacifier. Sally stomped off, she tried to enjoy the atmosphere, and the hellions ruined that. Beelining her way to the bar, well getting around the women in the lobby who were now sharing blankets, playing patty cake, and showing off what new toys were now in their diaper bags. Sally took up a stool at the bar. Face flushed The bar tender came back, Toni still had on an immaculate white blouse with sleeve garters, but something was different with her hair. Must have tied it up as the rush came and went. "Sally, have a good walk?" She asked, "Ready for cake?" "Some idiot girl just tackled me down in the park. Look at this!" She said exasperated, turning to the side to show off the grass stains that marred her only outfit. "That's no good, better order laundry service, did she say sorry?" Toni asked. "Well...yeah. But that doesn't make it better!" Sally said, now feeling bad about her explosive episode. "Just, can I get a whiskey double?" "Whiskey double with a twist of quiet time?" Toni confirmed, little quip to lighten the mood. Pouring it out, slapping the sippy lid on the mature drink. Probably a good idea, the last thing Sally needed to do was slam it back. Little sips would be better. She spun on the stool, to hide the grass stains from the public, people watching to calm down. A table of Lolita women, ribbons on everything, diaper covers coated in kawaii mascots, nibbling on macarons and little cookies. Two tables had been pushed together to hold some card game tourney. "I tap 2 cribs and a teddy bear to play Lullaby." "I discard Favored Blankie and instant Unrelenting Tantrum, making Magical Girl Doki Doki immune to sleep for 2 turns, then she is moved to Time Out." As she sipped on her whiskey, something just seemed off. A funk in the air. She couldn't put her finger on it. Maybe it was just the smelly woman-children that spent their day at the con. "Hun, is that you?" Asked a woman in a nurse's onesie, red plus on her chest, matching red heels, overly large syringe holstered on her back talking to a pink haired, blue skinned, woman with full black out contacts. She had on a full body onesie, with these plugs and ports all over. Must have been a pain to get on and off. "It literally just happened, I can wait for a change. I'm coated in so much petroleum jelly, there's no way I'll get a rash." She whined. Sally spun around, no longer interested in eavesdropping on talks of dirty diapers. Women-children were so embarrassing to be around. But in her face was the first one she saw today. Baby Princess Lizzy, tiara back on, inches away with a big manic grin. "Ah!" Sally shouted, startled. "Hiii! I'm Baby Princess Lizzy, and my Pacifier of Purity lead me to you, the grumpiness levels are off the charts, over 9,000 even! It is my duty to fix that. If even a little miasma of maturity invaded ImagiNation, evil Queen Junko might return, and give us bedtimes!" The hyper woman explained. "I don't know whatever this-" Sally said, hand waving up and down the young woman, "-is. So just go play with the ankle biters that 'get it's and leave me alone." "I can't, as the Lesbian Supreme of ImagiNation, I am sworn to cure you." Baby Princess Lizzy said, overly committed to the bit. Grabbing the drink from Sally's hand, she unscrewed the nipple top of the bottle. Sniffing it, she made a face and put the nipple back on. "Your apple juice went yucky. Why are you drinking something gross." Sally took her bottle back, indignant, how dare this stranger try to tell her, well, anything. She felt like she needed to dig in and defend. "It's how I like it. Toni made it just for me, right Toni?" Sally called out, trying to get back up. Toni was on the spot. "You're back, more moo juice?" She asked, consummate professional. Baby Princess Lizzy shook her head, "I need real milk, she gave me a tummy ache when she said no no words to my friends when we were playing." "Real milk?" Toni asked, leaning on an elbow and getting closer, "I don't understand what you're asking." Baby Princess Lizzy just reached over to grope Toni's boob. "Real milk, for the goodest girls, that no say doo-doo words." "Ah, best breast, give me a minute." Toni asked, getting out a pump. She needed to undo a few buttons, "Sally, I know you're having a bad day, but did you really say no no words?" Sally blushed, popping her bottle in her lips. The breast pump was turned on, the little bottle on it now catching white drops. She has saught Toni's solace, and now she was just embarrassed. She meekly nodded. "Well that isn't nice. No cake until you apologize." Toni said, voice full of disappointment. Sally pulled out her bottle, "But it wasn't at her, I don't know where the zombie is." Baby Princess Lizzy got on her knees on the stool, waving at the lobby, "Defense Force Battle Pram, we're ready!" She called out. The restaurant got quiet. All attention now on Sally. Rolling in was the mech costume, the woman sat inside gave a stern look to Sally, "Pway nish." She slurred around her pacifier. From behind came Zom-girl and Vamp-tramp. Zom-girl's makeup had tear streaks through it. Vamp-tramp had a makeup wipe, working to clean her girlfriend's face. Sally felt the eyes of every woman on her. Zom-girl did look very upset. Sally gave a big sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Listen, I'm very sorry for upsetting you, I didn't appreciate getting ran into, but I've had a lot of poor luck leading me to being here, I took it out on you. It was uncalled for." Vamp-tramp patted Zom-girl's bottom, encouraging her. Zom-girl opened her arms wide for a hug. Felt a bit unnecessary but Sally was currently a spectacle. She hugged the zom-girl. "I fowgive you." She said, polite kiss on the cheek. Vamp-tramp took her girlfriend's hand to lead her out. Spinning around, Toni was handing Baby Princess Lizzy a four ounce bottle, putting the breast pump away, she left her shirt open for ease of access. "Fank you very much." Baby Princess Lizzy said before suckling the milk. Toni then turned back to Sally, "Was that so bad?" "No..." Sally said sheepishly. "As promised," Toni said, setting the turtle cheesecake out, "Good girl." It was nice to hear that, Sally felt herself getting dewy, but right now, cheesecake with chocolate and caramel was calling her. Sally looked around for a utensil. None were around, resolute, she suck her fingers in the soft gooey mess to eat. "I'm sorry you're having a bad day, but as Baby Princess Lizzy, I will help! Oh, um ma'am, can I get a pat?" Baby Princess Lizzy said, turning to face Sally, letting Toni pat her back. She belched. "Thanks! So Sally, what has invited this miasma into ImagiNation?" "I got scammed, my connecting flight to my little sister's wedding was an identity theft scheme, my luggage got lost, so I'm stuck with only this grass stained outfit, and my money is all frozen." Sally said, mouth full and hand sticky. "Well let's have the nannies at this daycare clean those up, and I bet if we asked nice we can find some spare clothes. If not, go nakey, that's fine." Baby Princess Lizzy assured her. "I can't just be naked, I'm an adult, and what if a boy sees me?" Sally said. Baby Princess Lizzy looked around the restaurant and out into the lobby, "What boys?" Sally turned to look, it was all girls, makes sense given the con across the plaza. Baby Princess Lizzy stood up and grabbed her hand, "Let's go talk to the nannies at the desk!" Not fighting it, Sally was pulled along. Baby Princess Lizzy was being really nice. Getting ready Sally took off her blouse and pants, wiping her saliva, dairy, and sugar coated hand on them before setting them on the reception desk. "These are dirty, can I have help with them?" Sally asked, standing in just her training pants, the full cotton kind with just a bit more layers. The woman that helped her check in recognized her. "Our sullen stranded visitor. I'll send these off right away. You look like you got into the spirit of things here. Is the evening turning around for you?" Sally nodded, "Yeah, you've all been very helpful." Baby Princess Lizzy started leading her to the elevator, "I would be upset if I didn't have a change. I have spares in my room you can use, those don't look like they can handle much." She suggested, moving Sally's hand to cup the puffy diaper, the soft warmth flooding Sally with nostalgia. Sally kept squeezing it. "Well I'm potty trained, so it's not suppose to hold anything, the airport gave me a plain spare diaper but you know that won't fit." "But you were upset that you didn't have a change, only makes sense that would be a worry if you used them." Sally couldn't find a flaw in her logic, the doors opened and Baby Princess Lizzy brought her to her daycare room. It looked exactly like Sally's, spacious crib, TV, changing table, but unlike hers, Baby Princess Lizzy had a suitcase, and a case of Super Happy Unicorn Baby Omu. The heavy scent of baby powder filled the space. Looking down at her training panties, they wouldn't handle everything Sally just ate. Baby Princess Lizzy held one out to her, "Here, I share with all my friends, especially cute ones." Sally blushed, and took the diaper. Looking over at the changing table, "Do you need a change, Baby Princess Lizzy?" She got up on the padded top and held her legs, "I have no idea, what do you think?" What Sally thought was this adorable woman probably only farted glitter, just wearing the diapers to look sexy. Pressing her hand on the diaper, it didn't seem used, but how would Sally really know, inspecting closer, Sally sniffed at it, finding it difficult to smell anything besides powder. She pressed her face in just to be sure. It was just hard to tell. When her nose was fully pressed in, rubbing up and down, Baby Princess Lizzy gave a bit of a squeak, accompanied by a sharp intake of breath. "I dunno if you need a change..." Sally admitted defeat. "Well, I just felt the tingle tingles of doing that special wet, so obviously I need to do that before a change." Baby Princess Lizzy said, sitting up, coming face to face with Sally. "Have you ever had the tingle tingles? The ones that get you all wet?" Sally, inches away from Baby Princess Lizzy's lips, gave a slight nod, maybe they were happening now? She should make sure though. Closing her eyes, she closed the distance to kiss Baby Princess Lizzy. Baby Princess Lizzy reciprocated, reaching to hold Sally tight, scooting to the changing table edge to wrap her legs around Sally's waist. Sally shifted, throwing a leg up on the changing table, laying Baby Princess Lizzy on her back. Rubbing her thin cotton training panties against the full thickness of Baby Princess Lizzy's diaper. She felt strongly those special tingles, it was a good thing she had her own diaper to change into soon, her training panties had to be soaked. No wonder she was upset her luggage was lost, there was no way Sally wouldn't have needed a change after seeing all the pretty cosplaying women. After a bit of heavy petting, kissing, and some rubbing, they were breathing heavy and lightly sweaty. Baby Princess Lizzy reached down to check Sally, "Gosh, we need to get you in a diaper, you are super mega wet!" Well if she thought it was necessary, it had to be true. Shedding her panties, Sally only had a bra on. Laying on the hotel changing table, Baby Princess Lizzy started helping her get into more appropriate clothes. Rubbing in rash guard, sprinkling powder, soon Sally was sitting in her own pillow of thirsty padding. "Hmm...now you look over dressed, why not get comfortable?" Asked Baby Princess Lizzy. Sally nodded, following the directive to take off the bra, after all, a diaper was a full outfit. Getting up Sally gave a twirl, feeling much better. None of her clothes felt this good. Refreshed, Sally looked around to check the time, it was dark outside. Reaching for her side, there was no purse with a phone, just plastic with tape. Confused, she looked around, "Where is my purse?" "Did you not give it to the nannies?" "Must have, my room key was in it though, how am I going to get back in it?" "You'll get it back in the morning...WE CAN HAVE A SLEEPOVER!" Baby Princess Lizzy said, excited. Looking over at her crib, that wasn't a bad idea. She gave a big yawn, the day suddenly catching up with her. Baby Princess Lizzy grabbed the hotel phone, "Storytime please!" She ordered. Baby Princess Lizzy let the side rail down, the inviting softness of the crib started drawing Sally to it. So many cutesy plushies, anime body pillows, it looked great but something was missing. Eyeing Baby Princess Lizzy's lanyard, Sally nearly slapped her own forehead for forgetting. "Can you order a binky for me too? I dunno how I was going to go ni ni without one." "No wonder you were cranky, I always have extras to share with new friends." The magical girl assured her, digging into her diaper bag to offer an oversized pacifier with a translucent purple shield, a picture of her tiara on the center. Sally made no move to grab it, letting her jaw drop open to accept it being placed in by this new friend. Feeling better, Sally snuggled into the pile of plush, followed by Baby Princess Lizzy likewise snuggling onto her. A daycare nanny came in, proper black dress with white apron, carrying a bag, of the non-diapee variety. She took a seat in the adjacent rocking chair. "What story are my cuties wanting before beddy bye?" "ImagiNation Battle Tag Saga, Queen of the Hill!" Baby Princess Lizzy announced, quick and adamant. The nanny smiled and got the manga out of her collection. She started reading, taking a moment to show the artwork before turning the page. Sally had never had this story read to her, while Baby Princess Lizzy seemingly had it memorized, saying the lines of the heroine her costume had been based on. Sally drifted to sleep listening to how Baby Princess Lizzy saved ImagiNation from a terrible transformation curse, freeing the cursed women by playing tag, helping them free their imagination to return ImagiNation to the paradise Baby Princess Lizzy was sworn to protect.
Lucas Diapered at Thirteen by fingerfish, literature
Literature
Lucas Diapered at Thirteen
Lucas sat in the back seat, complaining the whole way.
“But mom, I don’t need a babysitter!”
“I can’t leave you alone for that long,” she chided him.
“But he makes me wear--”
“Diapers, yes, but is it really such a big deal?”
“But I don’t need--”
“If that’s the case, then you have nothing to worry about. It’s only for a day.”
“But--”
“No more buts! It’s Dusty’s house, his rules. It’s not so bad, it’s not like your friends will see.”
Lucas sat, sul
Eddy’s mom unzipped his pants and lowered them down to his knees, and placed her hand under his pull-up. “Oh, good boy, you’re dry again!”
“Does this mean I can wear big boy underwear, mom? Please, please?”
“I got a little surprise for you. Why don’t we see what’s in your dresser?”
It wasn’t fair, Cody knew Eddy cheated. They were only allowed to use the bathroom when they visited the nurse before lunch, but he’d seen Eddy sneak to the toilet more than once every single day for the past month. Cody had tried as well, but never attempted it again after