Kinkyberen - Kinkyberen

The next series of captions I wrote! All about a new mysterious virus infecting young adults across the world. Got inspired by an actual flu epidemic that took place on my college campus. Art credit goes to Rocket Manatee 

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.  

Come on baby brother it’s time for you to get out of here. Say bye bye to your big boy room. We’ve got all the stuff downstairs to turn this into your new nursery!

Oh stop that silly. How could I forget that you’re older. You made sure to point that out well before our parents got married, but now that you’re back in diapers and on the regression regimen it’s important to recognize that you’re just a baby now. This is why it’s so important that you go to GamGam’s for the weekend. I mean how can you accept that you’re a baby when you’ve got a TV and Xbox in your room, when your closet is filled with clothes from your old life, and when you have all these big boy posters on the wall.

None of these is fit for the overgrown toddler you’re turning into, but don’t worry big sissy, mommy, and quite a few of our friends are going to help! First we’re going to cover up these boring white walls with some adorably wallpaper! Oh you’ll love it, it’s got cute little baby animals, balloons, and clouds! Then we’re going to put a nice soft rug down so that you can spend hours crawling around and playing on the floor. We’ve got a toy chest that we can fill up for you, and we have enough baby clothes to fill your closet full! Hey no tears baby it gets even better. We’ve got a big crib to assemble so you’ll be safe and secure for nighnigh and naps, and right where this desk with your tv is we’re going to put your changing table! Oh and I’ve got a super special surprise for you. You’re getting your own adult baby bouncer put it! Now you don’t even need to worry about standing up all the time. You can just bounce bounce away while those sweet hypnotic nursery rhymes play

Now you can imagine the cost of this, so I helpfully suggested to mommy that we don’t go for a top of the line diaper pail. Sure this one probably wont stop the smell of your soaked and yucky diapers, but as I explained to mommy that’s all for the better really. Think about it, in a few days you’ll we back in here, staring at the cute duckies on the wall, bouncing away in a full diapy, and smelling all the diapers you’ve been changed out of, all while that adorably regression nursery gets your further and further away from your big boy life.

Hey don’t get cross with me mister. Plenty of grown men are getting regressed back to babyhood these days. I mean when you move back in to the house you grew up in what are you really telling the world anyway? You might as well move all the way back to a crib and diapers. Just because I recommended it to mom doesn’t mean you get to act naughty around me. Hey look down, do you see that super wet diaper hanging off your hips? Yeah it was dry when I walked in here. You’ve been peeing in it the entire time I’ve been talking. Uh huh and here come the tears. Listen up baby, you need to go downstairs and ask your mommy for a diapy change before she takes you off for the weekend. You don’t worry you silly little head about anything else. The grown ups are here to take care of all these big moves.

Maturity Test Part 2

Chapter 1

Anna had been away for three years, throwing herself into work and life, the memories of her last visit to the regression school nursery and her friends there fading into the background. But now, it was time for her reclassification, and she found herself once again driving the familiar road back to the place where her friends had been left behind. She wondered how much had changed. How much had Rebecca and Olaf changed? How much had she changed?

Arriving at Olaf's place first, Anna hesitated before knocking on the door. She had kept in touch with Olaf and his girlfriend, Lilly, over the years, but hearing stories and actually seeing the changes were two very different things. Taking a deep breath, she knocked, the sound echoing loudly in her ears.

A moment later, the door opened, and there stood Lilly, a bright smile on her face. "Anna! It's so good to see you!" she greeted warmly, pulling Anna into a quick hug before stepping aside to let her in. "Olaf’s been looking forward to your visit."

Anna stepped inside, her eyes immediately drawn to the subtle yet significant changes in the apartment. The living room had transformed into what could only be described as a preschooler’s haven. Bright colors adorned the walls, and scattered toys filled the floor. A large playmat with a road map pattern lay in the center of the room, and in one corner stood a small table with coloring books and crayons.

But what really caught Anna's attention was the large potty chart on the wall, covered in stickers—mostly clouds with only a few suns scattered here and there. It was clear that Olaf’s potty training had regressed significantly. The sparse suns stood out like sad little beacons amidst a sea of rain clouds.

Lilly noticed where Anna’s gaze had fallen and chuckled softly. “He’s had a bit of a rough time with his potty training lately,” she explained, her tone both affectionate and slightly teasing. “But he’s doing his best, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

Anna turned to see Olaf emerging from the hallway. The sight of him was both shocking and heartbreaking. He was wearing a pair of blue pull-ups, the childish design visible beneath his t-shirt. His once-confident demeanor was now replaced with a more subdued, almost shy, expression as he shuffled over to greet Anna.

“Hi, Anna,” Olaf said softly, a pacifier hanging from a clip on his shirt. He didn’t seem to notice it as he absentmindedly popped it into his mouth after saying hello, sucking on it softly as he stood there, fidgeting slightly.

“Hi, Olaf,” Anna replied, trying to keep her voice light and not show how surprised she was at how much he had changed. She could see the subtle influence Lilly had over him—his behavior, his clothes, even his posture all screamed little boy. “It’s good to see you again.”

Olaf nodded, his cheeks flushing a little as he tugged on his t-shirt, which didn’t cover his pull-ups. “Yeah, it’s good to see you too. We’ve been having lots of fun, haven’t we, Mommy?” he added, looking up at Lilly with a small smile.

Lilly beamed, reaching down to ruffle his hair affectionately. “We sure have, sweetie” “I’ll go get us something to drink,” Lilly announced suddenly, giving Olaf a quick peck on the cheek before disappearing into the kitchen.

The moment she was out of earshot, Olaf’s demeanor changed. His shoulders slumped, and he let out a heavy sigh, pulling the pacifier from his mouth and dropping it onto the table with a soft clatter. He looked up at Anna with a mixture of shame and desperation in his eyes.

“Anna,” he began quietly, glancing over his shoulder to make sure Lilly wasn’t coming back yet. “I need to talk to you. I—Lilly—she signed me up for Unpotty Training III,” he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur.

Anna blinked in surprise. “Unpotty Training III? What’s that?” she asked, leaning in closer.

Olaf sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. “It’s not like the first two levels. Unpotty Training I and II were about getting you to have accidents, you know, just losing control sometimes. But this… this is different. It’s not about accidents anymore. It’s about not using the potty at all. They teach you how to… just let go whenever, wherever. No more control.”

Anna’s eyes widened as she processed his words. “And you’re the only one in the class who’s not… fully regressed?”

Olaf nodded, looking down at his pull-ups. “Yeah. It’s so embarrassing, Anna. All the other guys are in diapers, and here I am, still in pull-ups but being told I need to stop using the potty entirely. Lilly says it’s for my own good, that it’s part of accepting who I’m supposed to be, but… I don’t know. I want to grow back up, at least a little.”

“And that’s not all,” Olaf interrupted, his voice tense with frustration. “She signed me up for pacifier dependence too. I can’t go anywhere without it now. If I don’t have it... I just get so anxious, Anna. I don’t know what to do.”

Anna reached out, placing a comforting hand on his arm. “Olaf, why didn’t you tell her? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I tried,” he muttered, his eyes darting toward the kitchen again. “But she doesn’t listen. She thinks this is what’s best for me, but... I don’t want this. I want to grow back up, Anna. I don’t want to be stuck like this forever.”

Before he could finish, Lilly’s cheerful voice cut through the air as she returned, carrying a tray with two steaming cups of coffee and a sippy cup filled with juice. Olaf quickly popped the pacifier back into his mouth, his frustration hidden behind the plastic shield.

“Here we go!” Lilly said brightly, setting the tray down on the coffee table. “Two coffees for the grown-ups and a nice sippy cup of juice for my little man.”

Olaf forced a smile, taking the sippy cup in his hands. “Thanks, Mommy,” he mumbled, his previous frustration buried under a veneer of obedience.

Lilly beamed, clearly pleased with his response. “Oh, and Olaf, I don’t think we need to worry about you drinking from a cup anymore. Those days are long gone, aren’t they?”

Anna watched as Olaf’s grip tightened on the sippy cup, his knuckles turning white. He didn’t respond, just brought the cup to his lips and began to drink, his eyes focused intently on the table.

As they sipped their drinks, a faint hissing sound reached Anna’s ears. At first, she thought it might be coming from outside, but then she realized it was much closer—too close.

Olaf was wetting himself.

She glanced at his pull-ups, noticing the way the material was gradually swelling, the childish design fading as it absorbed the wetness. Olaf’s face remained calm, his eyes focused on the sippy cup in his hands as he continued to drink, completely unaware of what was happening. He looked so small, so helpless—more like a toddler than a preschooler.

Lilly, who was casually sipping her coffee, noticed Anna’s concerned expression and followed her gaze to Olaf’s pull-ups. A knowing smile spread across her face.

Lilly glanced at the clock on the wall, her eyes widening slightly as she realized the time. "Oh, look at the time," she said, her voice tinged with both excitement and a hint of urgency. "We need to get ready for the reclassification, Olaf."

Olaf looked up from his coloring, his brow furrowing in mild confusion. "Already?" he asked, sounding a bit unsure. The thought of the reclassification had clearly been on his mind, but he hadn’t expected it to come so soon.

Lilly nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. "Yes, sweetie. We don't want to be late. Why don't you get up and stretch your legs before we head out?"

Obediently, Olaf pushed himself up from the floor, his movements a bit clumsy as he shifted his weight. Then, with a soft sigh, she stepped closer to him, her hand reaching out to gently pat the front of his pull-up.

"Uh-oh, Olaf," Lilly said, her voice laced with gentle teasing as she placed her other hand on his padded bottom. "Looks like someone’s a bit soggy. Did you forget to tell Mommy you had an accident?"

Olaf's cheeks flushed a deep red as he looked down at himself, his eyes widening in embarrassment. "N-No..." he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. He shifted uncomfortably, feeling the dampness of his pull-up now that it had been pointed out.

Anna couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him as she watched the scene unfold. She could see how much it bothered him to be caught off guard like this. Lilly gently guided Olaf over to the corner of the room where his potty chart hung on the wall. “Come on, sweetie,” Lilly said softly, her tone warm but firm. “Let’s put another cloud on your chart, okay?”

Olaf’s face turned an even deeper shade of red as he nodded, clearly embarrassed by the ritual. He hesitated for a moment, but under Lilly’s gentle guidance, he picked up the blue marker and drew another cloud in the appropriate square. The marker squeaked slightly against the chart, a sound that seemed to echo in the room, making Olaf cringe a little.

“There we go,” Lilly said with a soft chuckle, ruffling Olaf’s hair affectionately. “Such a good boy.”

As Olaf stood there, looking up at the chart with a mixture of embarrassment and resignation, Lilly couldn’t resist adding a bit of teasing to the situation. “You know, Olaf,” she began, her voice playful, “if you keep this up, maybe this will be your last pull-up. If you get reclassified as a toddler today, we will switch to diapers full-time. Wouldn’t that be something?”

Olaf’s eyes widened in surprise and mild horror at the idea, but before he could protest, Anna, who had been quietly watching the interaction, decided to join in.

“Or,” Anna chimed in, trying to help Olaf smile, “maybe this will be your last pull-up because you’ll be allowed to grow up, Olaf. Maybe they’ll finally let you wear big boy underwear again.”

Olaf face showed a mix of confusion and hope, the idea of being allowed to grow up again clearly appealing to some part of him that still clung to his former sense of independence.

But before he could latch onto that hope, Lilly gently shot it down with a playful smirk. “Oh, Anna, you know Olaf’s too incontinent to ever go back to normal underwear. Even if they let him grow up, it’ll probably still be in pull-ups,” she said with a lighthearted laugh. “I mean, we wouldn’t want him having too many big boy accidents, would we?” Olaf shifted again, this time more awkwardly, caught between the two women’s contrasting views of his future.

Anna couldn’t help but smile at Lilly’s fierce defense of Olaf’s regression, though she knew better than to push the subject further. It was clear that Lilly had a vision for Olaf’s life that involved a lot more clouds on that chart, and perhaps even the inevitable transition to diapers full-time.

"Well," Anna said with a light shrug, "we’ll just have to see what the reclassification decides, won’t we?" She winked at Olaf, who gave her a small, uncertain smile in return.

Lilly gave Olaf’s hand a gentle squeeze. “Alright, let’s get you into a fresh pull-up before we head out, okay?” she said, her voice softening again. “We can’t have you going to your reclassification all soggy.”

Olaf nodded quietly, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as Lilly guided him over to the changing area. She moved with practiced ease, quickly removing the damp pull-up and replacing it with a fresh one, giving Olaf a suppository for his nerves. The crinkling sound filled the room as she snugly fastened the sides, her hands gentle but efficient.

“There we go,” Lilly murmured, smoothing out the front of his pull-up before giving him another reassuring smile. “All set. Now, you’ll be nice and comfy for the big day.”

Once Olaf was dressed, the three of them made their way to the door.

Such a naughty little baby, now you can pout all you want as you fill your diaper in bed

How many stories have you completed?

I had to go back and count. "Completed" being the operative word. I am terrible at finishing or adding chapters to longer stories. I tend to either lose steam or not know where to take the story. But I compiled almost everything I've written that's over 3k words. I tried to post links to the ones that have previews/full-releases on free sites. All of them can be found on Patreon:

The Boss' Baby

Besties - Part 1 , Part 2

Big Daddy

Date Night

Diaper Cuck - Excerpt 1 , Excerpt 2

DREAMS Daycare

Egg Hunt

Feels Like The First Time

Here Comes the Airpwane

Maw

Meet The Parents - Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Monitored

Practice Makes Perfect

Princess Pampers

Prudish

Reflections

Rent-A-Bull

Road Trip

Season's Greetings

Severance

Stuffed

Tales From a Mommy Blog

The Baby Shower

The Box

The Check-Up

The Satin Sock

The Wet Nurse

Tinder Love and Care

Under His Thumb

Weekend Services

You Should Smile More

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Ongoing/Abandoned Projects

ABCDegree

Go Ask Alex

Hoetel Bimbo

Joy Ride

New World Order

Sissy School - Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

Sorority Boys - Chapter 1, Chapter 2

The Hunt

The White Rabbit

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This obviously doesn't include the mini-stories and captions I've written, but I'm not about to go back and count all of those, lol.

I'm going to pin this post if that's okay. I've been meaning to catalogue this for a long time, so thanks for this question to finally make me get off my lazy ass and do it. I will try to update as more gets released.

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Easter is a time for celebration. For young 20-something Hester that meant going out with her friends for a wild night of reckless carefree partying since no one would have work or college to get up for in the morning.

The play bunny outfit had seemed like a brullent idea. Bunny ears at Easter time, it was sure to get a laugh, although the outfit was harder to finalise than she had anticipated. It came down to a question of commitment. At first she had been willing to wear bunny wears and dress. Then she swaped out for a shorter more hugging dress but it still wasn’t the right ‘look’. She just looked like a girl wearing bunny ears. What was it that made the playboy girls so eye catching? They were lingerie models. It was the most daring and exposing thing she had ever done in public but she steeling herself with the knowledge it was a ‘costume’, after all Wondermen essentially thought crime in a leotard. After getting her first 'up and down’ look from a grinning taxi man arrived to deliver her to the venue, she felt empowered by her bold choice and text her friends to let them know they’d soon get to see the outfit she’d been working on secretively.

Needless to say the next day was effectively written off with a horrendous hang over. She tried to sleep through most of it but while she lay in bed she frequently checked her social media feed which was ablaze with pictures and comments from the night.

The next day she had drive round to her Mom’s, it was a family tradition to get together and have a roast.

“Hi Mom. Hey am I early? We’re is uncle Stevie and his kids?“ she asked. Uncle Stevie lived just down the road and Mom was always babysitting his kids so it was surpprising they weren’t already here painting eggs.

Hester’s mother looked up from the breakfast counter with a troubled expression.

“No one is coming this year. I cancelled. Its just gonna be us this year.”

“Oh. That’s too bad. How come? ” Hester anxiously rubbed her arm. She could sense a subtle hostility, her mother was annoyed at something.

“Hester we need to have a talk. Let’s go sit in the living room. I’ll make some tea.”

Hester’s mind was reeling as she sat at one end of the sofa. She could hear the kettle froth and the tinkle of her mother stirring tea cups. She dreading hearing some bad family news but she thought it was stranger that her Mom hadn’t called her straight away.

It wasn’t too long before her mother returned with a tray and sat down beside her.

“Is everything okay Mom?“

"Not really hun.” her mother paused, exhaled and drowned. “Hester were you at a party on Friday night?“

"Yeah, all my friends went. Why?“

Her mother had taken her phone out and was peering down the end of her nose through her glasses as she scrolled and found what she was looking for. She passed the phone to Hester. It was the online version of the local paper. There was photo of Hester from the party. She hadn’t been named but she knew local people would recognise her. Hester felt her a lump rise in her throat as she read the defamatory comments in the article about how today’s youth were 'bad eggs’. The pun was bad but the rest of the visceral language effectively labeled her as a slut. It was really upsetting, all she had wanted was to have some fun, she hadn’t even gone home with a guy that night.

"Mom, I can explain.”

“No. Just drink your tea sweetie. I want to say something first.”

Hester’s mother rubbed her back but the lecture she rattled off was hard to stomach and Hester found herself in tears.

“Mum I’m sorry I disappointed you but its not like that…” she sobbed but her mother wouldn’t listen, she continued to berate her.

“… I love you and I know you’re a good girl at heart. Which is why i’ve decided you need a second chance. We both need a second chance. I’m going to be a good mother a re-raise you from the start.”

“Mom what does that mean?“ Hester asked but she noticed her words were slurred and she felt sluggish. "Mom, I don’t feel good.”

“Shhh sweetie. Just close your eyes. Why don’t you take a nap?“

By the time heavy eyelids opened again her mother had already carried her up to the spare room, now an adult sized nursery.

Hester didn’t need to repeat her earlier question about what her mother had meant. It was now obvious. As she flex her exhausted legs she heard a crinkle from the thick disposable diaper she’d been put in. She tried to protest but the blub of a huge pacifier sealed the words in her mouth. She couldn’t seem to think straight and simply spit it out.

Her mother smiled pitifully at the confused expression on her daughters face.

"I know this is confusing for you. How about we get you out of these adult clothes and into some of your cute new baby clothes. That’ll help you adjust to your new age sweetheart.”

A year of drugged regression passed.

To the outside world it seemed like Hester had had some kind of mental break down. There had even been a follow up in the local paper after she spotted at the supermarket being wheeled on a pushchair by her mother. Her close family knew the truth of course and so sometimes she received small kindness in acknowledgement that she was still an adult. Uncle Stevie for example would usher his kids and himself out of the room if Hester’s Mother decided to change her on the floor rather than up in the nursery. Her aunties however would usually just keep gossiping and talking over her even as she lay naked in front of them, limply kicking her legs.

Hester’s adult mind came in and out of what she thought of the 'fog’ the chemical concoction which made it hard to think straight and rendered her effectively incontinent.

Around Easter time, Uncle Stevie had come around with a present for her, a larges stuffed bunny to mark the season since she didn’t have the dexterity to sit patiently and paint eggs with her 'older’ cousins.

The easter period had stirred something of a rebellion in baby Hester. Over the course of the year she had gradually seemed to become more accepting and happy in her role as an adult baby, even when her adult thoughts surfaced, she deluded herself that she should continue to be a good girl and act like a baby for her Mommy. However with Easter came a clearer memory of what her Mother had done to her and a stronger sense of what she had lost.

Her mother had noticed her daughter sulked more, laughed less and refused her babas. She devised a solution.

On Easter Sunday Hester woke feeling particularly clear headed. She recalled that for whatever reason her mother had forgotten to feed her with her usual nightime bottle.

Her mother appeared shortly, lowering the crib bars and popping a couple of the snaps at the crotch of her onsie to feel the wetness of her soaked night time diaper.

“You look bright eyed today Baby…” she got to work setting out changing supplies. “Can you understand what Mommy is saying?”

Hester nodded behind the pacifier she rhythmically sucked on, whilst her mother wiped clean her mound and bare bottom with a cool wet wipe.

“Good… Do you remember what we talked about at Easter last year?“

Resentment burned behind Hester’s brown eyes. She remembered, that like now, it had been a onsided conversation. She nodded cautiously.

"Good.” her mother looked wistful maybe even reproachful but busied herself folding Hester’s clean nappy over her midrift and smoothing the strong adhesive tabs against her abdomin.

“You’ve been a good little girl. Mommy’s thinking maybe you are ready to be a good big girl again?”

Hester nodded vigeriously and moaned wordlessly behind her pacifier. Her mother smiled.

“First a little game to check that your not too far gone as my little baby girl to come back to being an adult again.”

Hester gulped.

The game was simple. All she had to do was find all the Easter eggs her mother had hidden in the room. Her mother even helped her out by reaching down any eggs from places Hester pointed at buy couldn’t reach because she wasn’t able to stand for very long without assistance.

“Hewy!“ Hester lisped as her mother cheekily ate one of her eggs in front of her.

"Don’t worry baby. It still counts as one you found. I think that must be all of them now. Why don’t you count them up for me?“

Hester’s mother changed the adult babys top, which had been drooled down the front, and left her to count eggs while she took the laundry basket down to the washing machine.

Hester frowned in concentration

'One. Two. Um?’

Her mind was clearer than it had been year but she was struggling to recount her numbers. Then she had a brillent idea. If she ate some of the eggs, there would be less to count.

When Hester’s mother returned after making a descreet trip to the bathroom. She found Hester has eaten only three of the laxative chocolate eggs but she seem could smeel the lumpy mess the adult baby had excreted into her diaper. The poor girl was in tears.

"Aww. I’m sorry little one, it looks like I was wrong about you being ready to be an adult again. Oh well, we can try again next year.”

Easter is a time of celebration. For two-year-olds like Hester that means being dressed in an adorable Easter dress and being fussed over by all the realitives at the Sunday roast.

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I’ll try to do more of these long muti-picture captions but they are likely to appear around holidays or on patreon because they much longer than usual to plan, gather images and to write.

Your girlfriend looked back at you and grinned. She was always mischievous when you put her in diapers. In truth, it had been a joint decision, something to spice up your love life. But now you were unsure who was enjoying it more, you or her.

“What’s so funny, sweetie?” You asked as she began to bounce on her pink rubber ball. A moment later the smell hit and you knew exactly why she was squishing her diapered bottom up and down. She giggled and you adopted a mock scolding tone. “Looks like someone wants to make her next diaper change a hassle. Such a. Dirty girl, though I bet you’d like to get dirty in another way. Somebody wants some attention, doesn’t she?”

Your girlfriend’s bouncing transformed, becoming more akin to humping. A blush spread across her face and her tempo increased.

“Hmmm, I don’t know. Naughty girls who hump their diapers don’t get changed out of the stinky messes they make.”

Her face fell. Sure, she liked being messy, momentarily, but after a while even a fun, messy diaper got old. 

“Tell you what. Put on a show for daddy, and then we’ll go into the other room and have a little ‘playtime,’ if you know what I mean.”

She most certainly did know what you meant, and beamed again before getting to it. You sat back, content to watch and wait as your messy, moaning diaper girlfriend worked her way to the first of many orgasms.