Kinkyberen - Kinkyberen

Trick or treat

I was sitting on the floor of the nursery playing with my cars when mommy walked it smiling.

“Oh baby boy aunty rea rea and Brooke are with Ren. Time to get your costume on so we can all go trick or treating” she said.

It had been almost 4 years now since mommy and daddy turned me back into a diaper filling toddler so going out in public was nothing to me. As I sat there I watched mommy met a orange onesie out of the closest an some yellow costume I still couldn’t make out.

Mommy helped me stand up and patted the changing table. I didn’t realize but in the last 2 hours of playing I had almost soaked through my cloth diaper. With hundreds of changes precision mommy quickly had me out of the soaked confines and into a clean dry disposable. She sat me up and pulled the onesie over my head and then pushed me down to snap it at the crotch. Then she pulled my costume out. It was a hooded t shirt that looked like Pikachu. It stopped about mid diaper and did nothing to hide it.

Mommy helped me off the changing table and onto the floor. She took my hand and led me down the stairs to the living room. When we got to the bottom of the stairs aunty Rea Rea and Brooke were standing and talking. They both turned to look at me cooing and awwing at me as I blushed. Baby Ren was in the stroller dressed as a lion chewing on her toys. Mommy said all set as we made our way past the women to the front door. As we neared the door mommy stopped and keeled down to help me put on my shoes. Just as mommy was standing up I felt a large hand grab my diapered butt and pat it. I quickly darted my head around to see daddy standing behind me.

“Look at my cute little man, I hope this diaper can catch them all for you” He said.

I blushed again and bowed my head looking the other way. He kissed mommy as she opened the front door.

“Let’s go” Mommy said as she motioned for me to go out the door. Making sure to pat my diapered butt again as I passed.

As I walked onto the front walk I noticed all the parents and kids stare. Some making comments and others just pointing and laughing. I knew nothing I wore did anything to hide the fact I was diapered. Let alone the fact that I was 5’ 11” and 180 pounds of what was a man. The ladies take no notice as mommy gives me a trick or treat pail. Mommy takes my hand and starts walking. Before we even hit the end of the ten foot walkway I already feel my diaper getting warm. I slowly fall into a world of ecstasy as the warmth absorbs into the padding and mush of the wet padding puts pressure against my soft little clitte nestled in its white puff confines.

I’m suddenly broken from my world when I hear mommy say “go up there” as I see her point up the drive. I looked to see our neighbours sitting handing out candy to swarms of kids coming up. I make my way up the drive to them. As I reach them Miss Myers looks up with a big smile on her face.

“Well it looks like we have a wild Pikachu on our hands here. He might need some candy to keep him under control” she said. And with that she dropped a piece of candy in my basket. After she dropped it in she slid her hand onto my crouch and gave a little squeeze. “Little damp but your last” she chuckled. Miss Myers has watched me more than a few times and changed a lot of my diapers in the last 4 years. I blushed a little as I heard mommy call my name. I turned around and skipped back to mommy.

The rest of the houses on the next couple blocks went close to the same. Without the diaper check of course. I knew most of the people as mommy and daddy made sure that the people around us knew who I was and that I was in diapers. 99% of them thought I was mommy’s step brother who had a mental condition and she took care of me. Only miss Myers and a couple others knew the truth about my diapers.

We had hit 4 blocks and my candy basket was full along with my diaper. I had wet quite a bit more since we had left the house and it was puffing out. My diaper was bulging at its confines and if that didn’t make it obvious my cowboy waddle would definitely let anyone know my diapered status.

It was getting dark and most kids were going home and few were left. I was leading the pack as the women liked to watch me waddle in my diapers. We came up to one last house. I stopped at the front walk and looked down at my basket and then back at mommy. She motioned for me to go up if I wanted and so I did. I I waddled up the walkway to where the people were sitting. As I said trick or treat in my most childish voice the lady gave me a piece of candy and looked at me funny. I said “tank you” and turned to leave. Just as I stepped away the scarecrow in the chair next to her came alive and yelled jumping up. I jumped as I realized it was a person. But the jump did more than just scare me. I felt the front of the diaper grow warm and faster than normal and then just as suddenly I felt mushy mud enter the seat of my diaper. Instinctively I bent my knees and grunted. I filled my pants in only seconds as I felt the poopie nestle in the seat of my diaper and the front grow a little colder. I turned back to see the people just staring at me. Finally the lady talks.

“Did you just shit yourself!” she said as she reached out and grabbed the seat of my diaper. She squeezes the poopie parcel in my diaper and then reaches and turns me around and squeezes the front of my diaper. She looks up at me wide eyed and mouth open.

“OH MY GOD! YOUR WEARING A DIAPER! AND IT'S COMPLETELY SOAKED LIKE A BABY! I thought you were just a big kid and was walking weird. I didn’t even see your diaper, you little baby” She says.

Tears start to flow from my eyes as the scarecrow starts laughing, falling back in his chair. Mommy and the women are at the end of the walkway which is longer than most. Mommy called out my name and asked if her baby boy is ok. The lady stands up and takes my hand as tears flow from my face. The lady walks me to the end of the walk to mommy and aunties.

“I’m so sorry but my name is Marissa and me and my husband were scaring bigger kids that came up. Which we thought your, Baby boy? Was one of them. We might have accidentally made him accidentally dirty his diapers. We are sorry I didn’t realize he had such a weak bladder and was trying to hold it.” Marissa told them.

They all stood there in the silence with my muffled whimpers breaking it as I cried. This went on for 30 or so seconds before mommy and aunties busted out laughing. Mommy pulled a pacifier out of her pocket and pushed in my mouth to stop my whimpers. At the same time a wet fart escaped my diaper and I bent my knees again and pushed more poopie into the waiting seat of my diaper. Marissa stared down at me as I was still holding her hand and squeezed it as I filled my pants.

“Darling he has no control over any of that. He just goes when he goes. You two helped the process along this time.” Mommy said between laughs.

Mommy reached out and took my hand from Marissa’s and led me towards the house. When we reached home mommy led me straight to the changing table. Just like before she quickly had me changed out of the dirty diaper and into a fresh clean cloth one. She pulled my plastic pants up and a nice fleece onesie over me before helping me into the crib and locking the side closed. She leans down and kisses me goodnight before walking out of the room and flipping the lights off.

Life had been grand for Andrea. Traveling the world, enjoying the splendors of the nicest selections of wine and dinners her parents had graciously provided. And while she’d had her fair share of one night stands, her most recent had made an impression right before she’d left for a vacation in Europe with her family. But unfortunately, the ARV.1 virus had stolen those splendors and many more.

Effecting less than half a percent of the world, the ARV.1 virus rendered it’s victims incontinent, reduced their physical size and visible age.

Scientist, virologist and conspiracy theorist alike worked tirelessly for the cause and cure, but only a single solution was found, and Andrea didn’t care much for it.

The CDC released instructions for those who cared for the ARV.1 infected. These instructions outlined… well, babying.

Anecdotal evidence was strongly supporting that this routine of care was the most successful for the infected to recover to a semi normal way-of-life. However, the most frustrating aspect of her battle was the daily tutoring her father had implemented as a proactive measure to avoid falling behind in school.

Well, sort of.

The tutoring, by itself, was ‘okay’. Yes, she was relegated to, and dependent on diapers to keep from involuntarily soiling her parents furniture and floors.

Yes, they’d turned a “sitting room” adjacent to one of their many bedrooms into a certifiable nursery.

And yes, they’d removed her expensive clothing and replaced it with what they felt would best accentuate the profile of care she needed.

But the tutor they had selected for her had been her breaking point.

It was him.

The cute guy from the bar that she’d hit it off with a few weeks before her summer travels with her family had come strolling in. The same guy that took her back to his bachelor pad and given her the ‘night of her life’, as she’d shared with her friends.

The guy that, until her father had introduced him as they entered the nursery, she hadn’t known was a best friend of her father’s.

His initial surprise was interrupted with a silent chuckle as he found Andrea on the floor. Her diaper, visibly sagging, as she turned her humiliated gaze towards him.

She watched silently as her father and former one-night-stand lover physically reacted to the discreetly lingering smell within the room.

Her cheeks warmed as she continued to stare at him, dumbfounded. Her newly minted underwear on perfect display, sagging at the weight of its contents inside.

After a few moments of silence, her father finally spoke after dramatically heaving a long sigh.

“Well, I hope you don’t mind changing diapers.”

25 Going on 2 (NSFW 18+)

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The sound of crinkles preceded her arrival as she crawled into the room. The guests clapped, some letting out little “awws” and coos as they took in her infantile outfit. She kept her eyes glued to the floor and tried to hide behind her husband, turned Daddy. He had dressed her special for the day, slipping his little one into her “most favoritest” onesie, complemented with a pair of locking mittens.. A northshore megamax stacked atop a molicare and two stuffers swaddled her lower half. A black cord with an attached bulb dangled unceremoniously behind her. The traveled up the back of her thighs, descending through the back band of her diaper. Within, it was connected to an inflatable bulb plug. The plug that currently filled her ass and was fulfilling its purpose admirably, holding back both a birthday enema and a day’s worth of natural buildup. To top it all off, her mouth was full and kept involuntarily suckling on locking pacifier gag. She whimpered slightly as her nursing released a dollop of the “big girl milk” Daddy had filled it with. He loved to fill up her paci. He loved it even more when she had to watch on in helpless, padded frustration.

He glanced down at her, eyes twinkling with amusement. “What’s the matter, princess?” He spoke loudly. “Did you have an accident?”

She whined as he tugged her around, pulling back the band of her diaper. He grinned, “nope! Still dry. Good girl. You know, if you can stay dry for the whole party you might get to wear big girl pull-ups for once.” The guests, a collection of their kink friends and their respective partners or slaves, snickered at his remark.

“Aww, that’s too bad, I think she looks adorable waddling around in those big crinkly diapers,” one called out.  

Daddy turned to address them. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that. This little one can’t keep her diapers dry for more than a few minutes. Even without her pee my little one tends to make other kinds of puddles when she’s diapered.”

She blushed furiously and wished it weren’t true.

“Even if that wasn’t the case though, my little stinker here has a problem controlling other parts of her body. That’s what this handy little device is for.” He grabbed the inflating bulb. “This makes it so little poof butt here doesn’t even have to try to hold it in. The plug does it for her.”

She could feel her princess parts shiver as the padding grew wet.

One of the crowed piped up. “How long have you kept her waiting?”

Daddy nudged her. She turned her flushed face to the party guests and crawled towards her toys. Her stomach gurgled angrily, and she screwed her face up in discomfort. Daddy, please. I hafta potty… She tried to beg with her eyes to no avail. A couple people noticed and chuckled while others looked on sympathetically. With no reprieve coming, she fumbled around the carpet, searching. She found what she was looking for a moment later. She gingerly held it between her mittens. It was one of her learning blocks, painted red around the edges with the number 2 at the center.

“I think she’s trying to tell us something,” someone said. “What is it, baby? Do you have to make number 2?”

Everyone laughed while she blushed beet red and shook her head.

Daddy enjoyed her reaction for a moment before responding. “No, though she probably does. My lil punkin is trying to say she’s been a very good girl for a whole two weeks! She’s been sweet, and obedient, and completely cummy free! Isn’t that right, dewdrop?”

She merely whined and tugged at his pant leg in response. The pressure was building up. Her stomach was cramping with increasing discomfort, and it was only getting worse.  

He smiled down at her affectionately and patted her head. “Now, now, honey. I know you’re anxious to let out all those big girl cummies but the adults are talking right now.”

One of their friends spoke up, incredulous. “Two entire weeks? Without any touching at all?”

Daddy shook his head and chuckled. “No, no. That would just be cruel. I gave her plenty of attention, just no cummies. She’s far too little for those kinds of things.”

She shivered at the memory of that attention. Hands and legs tied down for every change. Teasing fingers rubbing and probing her. Trying to rub herself when he wasn’t watching, only to be foiled by the thickness of her diapers. The throbbing need she felt waking up next to him every morning. Smelling his musk as he used her to satisfy his own needs while leaving her leaking and whimpering in her soggy diapers. She clenched her legs together as she realized she had begun to slowly knead the front of her diaper. She gave her pacifier a guilty suck, feeling another dribble of cum coat her tongue. Daddy noticed, because of course he did, and grinned.

“I was going to wait until the end of the party to give my princess her present, but I think someone is being a little fussy. What do you all think? Should we let the birthday girl blow off some steam?”

The question was met with loud approval. Still on the floor, she glanced around apprehensively as the guests moved their seats to the edges of the room. Her stomach gave another angry growl and she groaned through her pacifier.

Daddy began to rub her back. “Shh, it’s ok, princess. You will get to let it all out soon. Just be a good girl and wait a couple more seconds for me, ok?” He cupped her chin, giving her a light peck on the forehead.

She felt a little part of herself melt and her eyes glazed over. A dumb smile appeared around the edges of the gag.  Okay dada… She could wait a few more seconds if he said so.

True to his word, a moment later two of their friends came shuffling down the hall bearing what looked like an adult sized rocking horse. Daddy stood up and walked over to them, muttering some instructions she couldn’t quite make out. She watched on, interested and somewhat anxious as the pair put the horse directly on top of her changing mat. She crawled over to get a better look. Some of the guests laughed as they watched her, seeing the bulb swing obscenely beneath her oversized butt. Her heart jumped. The handles were designed with a fuzzy blue set of restraints designed to lock the riders hands to the bars. She could see a similar set on the footrests. Even scarier, there was some kind of pulley system between the legs of the horse. The pulley wires ran the length of its body to unknown locations. The whole setup was completely arcane to her and her potty/cummy deprived baby brain struggled to connect the dots. Fortunately for her, she found out a second later as Daddy lifted her onto the seat. She felt waves of cramps roll through her stomach and it growled loud enough to be heard by more than a few people.

She stiffened as she felt Daddy’s fingers lightly wrap around her neck. His breath was hot on her ear as he growled. “Time to show everyone what you are.”

She squeaked in surprise as he began to undo the buttons on her crotch snap.  Her arms were pulled above her head and her onesie was entirely removed. Red heat simmered its way through her face, and she tried to cover up. She was completely (except for the diaper of course) exposed, vulnerable. Her princess parts tingled with the shame. Daddy secured her hands next, leaving her breasts on full display when he locked her feet as well.  Smiling devilishly, he gave her a personal demonstration of the pulley system. The wires connected to two clamps which he promptly snapped over her nipples. The shock of the sensation in her aroused state ran through her breasts, and made her kitty gush. She was breathing heavily when he gave the horse a test rock. The clamps could apparently only extend a fixed length, and she felt her nipples pulled forward as she rocked back. The sensation was intense. Not quite painful, not quite pleasurable in the conventional sense. She began to rock on her own, ignoring the chuckles and lustful eyes on her. It was strange. It shouldn’t have been as enjoyable as it was, but she kept going. Kept feeling the tug on her straining breasts as she tried to grind against the seat.

“Uh oh, looks like someone is having an accident!”

Her eyes went wide. The plug was deflating! In her excitement and the overloading stimulus of the horse she had completely forgotten about the constant warning signals coming from her poor tummy. She turned her head. Daddy was behind her, bulb in hand with what she swore was a pair of glowing devil horns protruding from his brow. An instant later she wrapped her arms around the horses neck and held on for dear life. Completely deflated, the plug did nothing to stop the torrent. She shook her head as tears of mortifying relief pooled in her eyes. Her diaper expanded rapidly with the outpour, swelling further still as her bladder reflexively relaxed itself. The stain spread quickly, all evidence of her lack of control on clear display. She wanted to tell them to look away. She wanted to tell Daddy she needed a change. She wanted to do a lot of things at that moment, but mostly, she just wanted to cum. Even though every movement spread the mush further, she continued to rock. Her pussy ached so badly, and the soggy crotch of her diaper was rubbing against her deliciously. She knew she looked ridiculous, but she just couldn’t control herself. She was Daddy’s little potty pants fuck toy. His wanton, messy whore, grinding and squishing in her oversized diapees for everyone to see. She wanted his cock so bad then, wishing she was bent over, having her cunt filled while Daddy rode her into tomorrow. That was for big girls though, something everyone could clearly see she wasn’t. Without warning, the seat began to vibrate and she squealed in delighted surprise. Through half lidded eyes she saw daddy standing off to the side, remote in hand.

“Remember when you thought you were turning 25 this year,” he asked teasingly.

She couldn’t respond. In her pleasure addled mind the only thing she could think of was how fucking good the vibrations felt through her diaper. Ripples shot through her as she wantonly humped the seat. The sound of her own crinkling traveled through the room. Whorish moans accompanied it. She felt his hand on the small of her back and his voice was suddenly loud in her ear. 

‘Are you sure you didn’t actually mean 2?’

He turned a dial and the vibrations grew even stronger. The orgasm cracked through her body like summer lightning. Her sex deprived brain turned into a bubbling soup, and she cried out through the gag. Nonsensical burbles and groans escaped her lips. She could feel her toes go numb, and her legs spasmed ineffectually against the horse. She felt her cunt pulse on a nonexistent cock and greedily sucked the last remaining drops of Daddy’s milk. The vibrator didn’t relent after the first wave passed. The sensation tearing through her grew exponentially as her over sensitized clit was drowned in waves of pleasure. She felt drool slide down her cheek and she went limp.

The vibrations stopped abruptly and she felt herself being lifted. The gag was removed and a delirious grin spread across her face. She was in Daddy’s arms. His face was etched with mild concern and he held her close.

“Are you alright, hun? Was it too much?”

Her face was as much a mess as her drooping diaper. Drool dripped freely down one cheek and her hair was wild. Her eyes were red and puffy. She shook her head limply, lifting a trembling hand to trace his face. Despite the fact that she could barely remember her name she managed to burble out, “no, Da’dee. T’ank ‘oo.”

He kissed her forehead and whisked her away, leaving their by now insanely aroused friends to their own devices. Cake and more fun could wait. He wrinkled his nose with mirth. His little one needed a bath.  

WETTYORNAH’s Hypno Guide

DISCLAIMER: Hypnosis isn’t for everyone. I understand that the idea of it is hard to believe for many people. The truth is, I’m with those people. However, the magic of hypno is letting yourself try and believe it. It takes effort from a good hypnotist and effort from a good subject. If you’re expecting results off the bat, you’re failing yourself. Give it time, listen again and again, and try to believe. Eventually, you might find yourself in a situation you can’t believe your way out of 🤷🏻‍♂️

I’ve labeled them based on the type of hypno I like. As I’m DL rather than AB, you won’t find much about regression or baby like behaviors. This list is mostly meant for encouragement to wear diapers, or bladder control. The three categories are bedwetting (self explanatory), lifestyle (stuff like committing to diapers, realizing they’re right for you), and fuck yourself over (dangerous hypno that usually has a condition, like if you give in and wet, you’ll never be able to stop) They are mostly meant for male listeners as far as I can tell.

So let’s get into it

BEDWETTING/LIFESTYLE

Curse Night Diapers - EMG

This one forces you to wear diapers to bed, along with wetting them. This one doesn’t exactly encourage incontinence, but the fact you’re going to bed in diapers which you will wet will fulfill that desire to become a bedwetter.

BEDWETTING

Bed Wetter - Sarnoga

Doesn’t encourage diapers, but does make you enjoy bedwetting. There’s mention that you’re too immature to choose diapers. This file basically sets you up to become a bedwetter and end up having someone make the choice for you that you need to wear diapers to bed. Great to use with the help of someone else.

FUCK YOURSELF OVER/BEDWETTING Bedwetter Fear to Reality - EMG

Makes you anxious about having an accident, you choose to wear diapers or not. Of course, if you do have an accident, that’s it. One leads to another. Dangerous if you don’t want to find yourself trapped

LIFESTYLE

Diaper Dependence 1 - Champtehotter

The first in his series of making you diaper dependent. This file causes you to commit to diapers and explains why you need them. This is a great first step, and then you can move on to the next one once this one has fucked your mind.

LIFESTYLE

Diaper Train 1 - Sarnoga

This hypno also encourages you to commit to diapers. Each lesson will have you wearing diapers more, first at home alone, then around people, then out in public. It does this by making you feel like you can’t use a toilet to get relief. WARNING: this one did mess with me, and in some files encourages bedwetting even when sharing a bed just to prove you really need diapers.

LIFESTYLE

Every Good Boy Wears Diapers - Sarnoga

Explains every reason why you need diapers to avoid making messes. Diapers are the best choice for boys is the main message

LIFESTYLE

The Diaper Does It - Sarnoga

Makes you love your diapers and give them your control. The main twist of this file is that if you don’t wear diapers every so often, you will start having accidents in your pants. Basically makes a timer in your head so you must come back to diapers.

LIFESTYLE/FUCK YOURSELF OVER

Master your Bladder -

Teaches you that your bladder is in control of your life, and the only way to fix it is to take the control away. Causes bladder incontinence.

FUCK YOURSELF OVER

Diaper Drug - Champtehotter

Imagine you’ve been injected with a drug that makes you love your diapers and become bladder incontinent. As long as you don’t cum, it won’t be permanent. I dare you to listen.

FUCK YOURSELF OVER

Pantswetter Incontinence

Makes you have accidents whenever and wherever until you have no choice but to wear diapers.

Thats it for now, I definitely got more but this took longer than I thought. I like every single one of these, and I think you will too. Let me know how it goes or which one you enjoyed most.

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

Thanks for taking me out to dinner and the two bottles of wine were fantastic. Yes, you are going to really like my daughter. Ginger says that you are fantastic and a lot of fun, but you need to know about this. She gets it from my side of the family and we’ve always had bladder issues. I peed during dinner as you can see, but for me that is no big deal.

Wetting myself is just something I do and I find that a wet butt is kind of sexy and feels nice. So if you notice when I’m around and that i’ve wet my pants, pay me no bother, it is just not a big deal. Now what about that pot you’ve been talking about.

My little one starts to wake from his nap under the shade of our tent, warm and flushed from sleep, with his paci still gently bobbing between his lips. He stretches, bunny clutched tightly to his chest, and makes the softest whimpery noise — like he’s not quite ready to give up his dream but knows Mommy’s here.

I reach down, brushing a few grains of sand from his cheek. “There you are, sleepyhead,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss his forehead. He opens those big, sleepy eyes and blinks up at me like a confused little duckling — soft, dazed, and so precious.

As I lift him into my lap, I feel it right away. That heavy, soggy squish between his thighs — warm and unmistakable. “Mmm… baby,” I hum teasingly, running a hand over the swollen front of his diaper. “Looks like someone had a big nap-time accident, huh?”

He lets out a shy little whimper and hides his face in my chest.

I lay him back on the towel with a kiss to his temple, grabbing the wipes and a fresh swim diaper. As I tear the sides on the old one, I can't help but giggle. “Oh sweetie, you really filled this one up, didn’t you? Poor squishy bum.” His cheeks are rosy now, squirming just a little, but I know he secretly loves this part — being totally bare, soft and exposed, right where Mommy can take care of every little need.

But there's another problem. Sand. It’s everywhere — sticking to his thighs, between his butt cheeks, clinging to every spot on his body.

“Alright, baby,” I say gently, helping him to his feet, his bare bottom catching the sun. “Let’s get that sandy bum rinsed off.”

He toddles beside me toward the outdoor shower, one hand clutching my fingers, the other still gripping his bunny. His steps are slow, and his head stays ducked down as we pass a few other beachgoers. His face is bright pink by the time we get there — bashful little thing, trying to hide behind me even though his bare cheeks are on full display.

“Aww, are you blushing, sweetheart?” I tease, brushing his hair from his eyes. “It’s okay. Everyone knows you’re just Mommy’s baby.”

I guide him under the warm water, holding him steady as the gentle spray hits his skin. He squeaks a little at the first touch, wiggling in place while I crouch down behind him. My hands move carefully — rinsing the sand from his back, his legs, and then finally down to his bottom. I take my time with that part, using slow circles to make sure every bit of grit is gone.

“Can’t leave any sand in those cute little cheeks,” I murmur, watching his blush deepen. “Gotta keep my baby all clean and comfy.”

By the time we head back to the tent, he’s clean, damp, and even more bashful than before — but there's a smile peeking out around his paci.

Back at the towel, I lay him down again, his bare skin warm from the sun and smelling faintly of saltwater. I powder him slowly, thoroughly — soft clouds puffing in the breeze as I work it into every fold and crease. The fresh swim diaper has little sea turtles on it, soft and puffy, and I stand him up to have him step into the swim diaper. “There,” I coo, smoothing it over. “Snug, crinkly, and ready for round two.”

Instead of a swim shirt, I decide to leave him bare-chested — his skin is just too soft and kissable to hide. His belly’s still a little round from lunch, and the way he giggles when I blow a raspberry on it? Irresistible. I slide his tiny swim trunks up his legs, tugging them over that thick diaper. They don’t quite hide it — the waistband of the diaper pokes out over the top, white and crinkly under the bright blue trunks.

“Too cute for words,” I say softly, adjusting the trunks just a little so the diaper still peeks out. “Let everyone see how well Mommy takes care of you.”

Then comes the sunscreen — cool and creamy against his warm skin. I rub it gently over his arms, his chest, his soft round tummy, down his legs and even the tops of his feet. He wiggles and giggles through it, squealing when I get to his ribs. “Almost done, silly goose,” I tease, planting a kiss on his nose.

That’s when Daddy walks over, towel slung over his shoulder and a smile already on his face. “Hey, there’s my sunshine boy,” he says, crouching next to us. “You all ready to go splash with Daddy?”

Our little one lights up immediately, wriggling up into his arms. Daddy scoops him up, patting that thickly diapered bum with one big hand. “Looks like Mommy got you all set. You're such a lucky boy,” he says, kissing his cheek and leaning down to give me a kiss.

They’re halfway to the water when it happens.

A flash of movement in the surf — slow, graceful — and our baby gasps. “Tuh… tuh… turtle!” he squeals, eyes wide, pointing frantically.

Daddy stops in his tracks, cradling him close. “You see the turtle, buddy?” he whispers, turning so they can both get a better look. The sea turtle bobs gently in the shallows, paddling calmly while the waves roll in around it.

Our little one is absolutely enchanted — slack-jawed with wonder, clutching Daddy’s neck while his legs kick excitedly in the air.

I watch them from the tent, hand resting over my heart, completely full. My sweet, squishy, sun-kissed baby boy — safe in his Daddy’s arms, dressed in nothing but his swim trunks and a diaper, thrilled by the simplest magic of the ocean.

“Lay down and let me get you out of that messy diaper. You’re lucky I noticed before any of the other girls.”

You were still trying to figure out what was happening. She wasn’t wrong—you did have a messy diaper. But how did she know that? None of your friends knew about your incontinence. You were fairly confident you didn’t even smell thanks to the magic of Nullo.

“I-I’m not wearing a diaper. What are you talking about?”

“Yes you are,” she says, “and you pooped yourself five minutes ago. I can tell. You don’t have to lie to me.”

You’ve been incontinent long enough to know this isn’t going to end well. It’s gotta be some kind of trap. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Really? You’re gonna stand there in a clearly loaded diaper and keep denying it? I don’t care about the diapers. I don’t care about the mess I’m about to wipe off of you. I don’t think you understand what’s going on. I’ve had a crush on you for months. I was absolutely terrified of even talking to you until I saw what was clearly a diaper bulging out of your shorts a month ago. And I saw it again. And again. I knew it was my chance. When I saw you squatting down, I knew it was time. You’re super discreet about it by the way. So, are you gonna let me change your diaper or what?”

“I-wha-really?” You stuttered in utter disbelief.

“Yes, really. Now lay down. I assume you keep your spare diapers in the bag you carry with you everywhere. Good.” She pulls down your pants. “Let’s get these tabs off. One. Two. Three. And four. It’s not how I first imagined seeing you naked in my bed, but who cares. It’s finally happening.”

Somehow, despite having a girl you were crushing on for months ripping open your messy diaper, you were visibly excited.

She was blushing more than you. “Well, if I’m gonna have to be the one cleaning you up from now on, it’s good to know you’re packing down there. Not even sure how you fit this thing in your diaper,” she says as she wipes you down. Once she’s satisfied you’re all clean, she pulls you up off the bed, leading you to her bathroom.

“Where are we going,” you ask.

“To the shower. You’re gonna thank me for the change and then show me what you can do with that.”