Emma Got Used To Moving Around Her Friend's House In Handcuffs, Treated More Like A Pet Than A Human.

You might wonder what your doing here. You seem scared and distraught. Well being kidnapped can have that effect on you.

You remember reblog those tumblr pages “reblog if you want to be diaper dependent “ or “I dare you to reblog this post it ,will make you urinary incontinence and dependent on diapers for life“ and my favorite “ reblog this post if you fantasize about being kidnapped and diapered against your will”. Well no more fantasize about it, today it be comes a reality.I monitor all and follow all who reblog my post. You know you be more careful who you talk to on the internet , there a lot of weird psycho people out there.

Your just lucky I’m not one of those people. I’m like fairy godmother, I grant wishes for people.

Don’t worry you will feel a little discomfort. The numbing gel will help things. You be restrained, and your legs , will be in stirrups for safety. At any point you don’t want proceed just tell me “stop” and I will.

Oh are you trying to say something? It hard to make out with that huge ball gag in your mouth.

Oh I see , your so excited to proceed you can barely contain enthusiasm. Now !!now !!you don’t want to make a mistake, you need to calm down so I can proceed.

First I’m going to slowly insert this micro optical camera into the head of your penis. I’m going to be able see if there any abnormalities in your urethra duct with build in camera in the end. Then if we see any abnormalities I will be to pinch them a use a build claws and use a special laser to cut them out.

Then when I reach that pesky sphincter muscle in the neck of bladder , the muscle that holds all that yellow urine back. I’m going so gently carve away at it with my tiny laser. I’m to cause the muscle not function anymore it will remain open so urine can dribble out slowly, and diapers will be requirement for life.

Anime & Manga

“How to save the world with the power of friendship.”

Boku no Hero Academia

Jujutsu Kaisen

Haikyuu!! -1

SK8 the Infinity

Attack on Titan +8

Naruto -1

One Piece +1

Mo Dao Zu Shi -2

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure -6

Tokyo Revengers

19 Days -1

Hetalia +5

Sailor Moon -2

Tian Guan Ci Fu +24

Fruits Basket -6

Death Note +2

Fullmetal Alchemist -3

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba -3

Inuyasha -7

Yuri!!! on Ice +9

Mob Psycho 100 -5

Bungou Stray Dogs -7

Hanyō no Yashahime

Chainsaw Man

Yu-Gi-Oh! +5

Hunter X Hunter -6

Wonder Egg Priority

Beastars -24

Bleach -6

Fairy Tail -11

Osomatsu San +18

Black Clover -4

Neon Genesis Evangelion +14

Vanitas No Carte

The Promised Neverland +11

Banana Fish +3

Horimiya

Soul Eater +5

Boruto: Naruto Next Generations -15

Digimon Adventure -15

Berserk

The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System

Dorohedoro -21

Diabolik Lovers -8

Given -13

Kuroshitsuji -11

Noragami -20

Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun

Higurashi

Painter of the Night

The number in italics indicates how many spots a title moved up or down from the previous year. Bolded titles weren’t on the list last year.

Mummy's Girl - Part 1

Kimmy might be a twenty-two year-old-woman, but her potty skills have never been up to the level of her peers. Living firmly under the thumb of her controlling, condescending mother, she desperately wants to live an ordinary life of a girl her age, to make friends and go on dates and, above all, to say goodbye to dirty diapers for good. Unfortunately, her Mama has other ideas...

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Kimmy hurried up to the front door as quickly and quietly as she could, praying her mother was preoccupied with something and wouldn’t notice her sneaking into the house so late – it was almost eight thirty in the evening, which meant it was past her bedtime. She tottered a little unsteadily up the drive, thanks in part to the half a dozen or so shots of vodka she’d had with her college friends at the bar after lectures. But there was another thing making her walk a little strangely; a thick pair of oversized Huggies pull-ups were pushing her thighs apart, and one of her hands was pressed urgently against her crotch as she fought desperately not to wet herself.

If it wasn’t for her babyish training pants and the childish clothes she was dressed in (a pale pink frock that could just barely pass for something a grown woman might wear), Kimmy would have looked the part of the archetypal blonde bombshell. As it was, her long golden hair looked more cute than sexy in braided pigtails, and her generous chest was hidden, crammed inside her tight blouse. Her bright blue eyes, plump lips, and perfect complexion were model-like, but at present her features were scrunched up with the effort of holding her aching bladder.

Nevertheless, there was no doubt that Kimmy was a beautiful, fully-grown woman. Although the toddler’s pull-ups she wore instead of adult underwear didn’t make her feel that way, she was actually two or three years older than most of her peers at university. It was her mother’s doing, of course. Mrs Jones had decided on three separate occasions that her daughter ‘simply wasn’t mature enough’ to move on to the next school year, and had insisted she be held back – once in kindergarten, then twice over the course of primary school, making her much older than her classmates. But she’d been the only one still toddling off to the nurse’s office at breaktime for diaper changes. At least she’d kicked her pants-pooping habit by the time she’d moved on to secondary school, even if she did still have to contend with wet training pants on a regular basis.

Now, though, the age difference wasn’t nearly as important as it had been, and even her pee-pee issues had almost completely dried up. At long last, Kimmy was free in a way she’d never been before, free from the humiliation of being a grown woman who still went to the bathroom in her own pants. She only wished she could be free from her mother’s constant coddling as well. She’d been worried her mum wouldn’t allow her to go to college at all, but with enough badgering, she’d eventually relented – on the condition that Kimmy choose a local university, and live at home rather than at a dorm. Unfortunately, that meant dealing with the same rules she’d had since the age of six.

“What time do you call this, Kimmy?!” her mother thundered the moment Kimmy entered the house. “It’s past your bedtime, little girl! Where have you been?!”

Kimmy let out a whimper and felt the familiar sensation of her bladder letting go in her pants. Warm pee flooded into her pull-ups at once, accompanied by a faint hissing sound. It had been a feeble hope, but there was a small chance she could have slipped in without her mother noticing if she’d been taking a bath or something. But she ought to have known better; her mum had never once failed to catch her breaking a rule in all her life.

Apart from being a little plumper, Mrs Jones looked exactly like an aged-up version of her daughter; the same golden blonde hair, only tied up in a tight knot behind her head rather than arranged in childish pigtails, the same large breasts, though in her case her assets were proudly on display in a tastefully tempting, low-cut top, and the same crystal blue eyes and full lips, perhaps a little less pouty than her daughter’s, but painted a deep, sensuous red. The most dramatic difference between them were their expressions, however. While Kimmy looked shy and sweet, her mother gave off an impression of severity and self-confidence.

“I was just out with my friends, Mama…” Kimmy said meekly, pulling a face at the icky feeling of the heavy, pee-soaked pull-ups squishing against her skin.

Her mother sniffed the air suspiciously and her eyes flashed. “Have you been drinking, young lady?!”

“I’m twenty-two, Mama!” Kimmy whined petulantly, looking down at her feet. “I’m allowed to drink!”

“As long as you’re under my roof, that decision is up to me, Kimmy! You know your bladder can’t cope when you…” She paused, sniffing the air again. “Oh, Kimmy…” she said in a disappointed, threatening tone. “You didn’t…”

Kimmy’s bottom lip trembled and tears welled up in her eyes as her mother reached out and lifted up the hem of her frock, exposing the faded wetness indicators on the front of her sagging pull-ups.

“Soaked!” her mother announced, as she inspected the discoloured training pants between her daughter’s legs. “This is exactly why you shouldn’t be drinking, Kimmy! I told you this would happen! Mama is very cross with you, little lady! I’ve been trying my hardest to finally get you potty trained, and you insist on going out of your way to make it as difficult as possible! Maybe you’re not mature enough for college after all…”

“No!” Kimmy squealed, eyes widening in fear. “Please, Mama! It was just an accident!”

“Two-year-olds have accidents, Kimmy, not twenty-two-year-olds. Perhaps daycare will suit you better than university…”

“I’ll be good!” Kimmy said desperately. Tears were spilling down her cheeks. “Please, Mama! Don’t make me drop out! I can be a big girl, I promise! I even have a date tomorrow with a guy from my class!”

Her mother said nothing for a few seconds. Then she sighed. “Alright, Kimmy. But you still need to be disciplined. Are you going to be a good girl and accept your punishment?”

“Yes, Mama!” Kimmy said at once, even though her stomach was twisting uncomfortably at the thought of what her mother likely had in mind.

“Then come me with, baby.” She took her daughter’s hand and led her to her bedroom. Kimmy’s heart sank as she watched her approach the closet, open the doors, and bend down to reach what Kimmy knew was sitting at the bottom. A moment later she straightened up, holding in her hand one of the enormous, custom-ordered Pampers that she used for her go-to punishment – diaper discipline.

“Mama, please…” Kimmy whispered, her bright eyes fixed on the huge nappy.

“Three days in diapers, Kimmy,” her mother said briskly, walking over to the large changing table that still sat in the middle of the bedroom and patting the surface. “Hop up. You know the drill.”

Her feet felt like they were made of lead, but Kimmy dragged them over to the table obediently and hoisted herself up.

“Good girl,” her mother said, quickly getting to work stripping off her clothes. “You just lie still and Mama will have that naughty bottom back in nappies in no time!”

Kimmy covered her face with her hands so she wouldn’t be able to see as her mother ripped off her pissy pull-ups and slid the bulky diaper under her bottom in their place. But she could feel the cool tickle of the baby wipe as the pee was cleaned off her skin, and there was no blocking out her mother’s voice. “There you go, Kimmy,” she said, pulling thick padding up between her legs and taping it into place. “Now you can wet yourself as much as you want, just like a baby. Do you remember the rules?”

“No toilets,” said Kimmy quietly. “No asking for a change. No touching my diaper.”

“Good girl.”

Kimmy took her hands away from her face and swung herself down from the table. Her gait was spread wide; as always, the Pampers felt absurdly thick between her legs – big enough to hold a full day’s worth of a grown woman’s pee.

“Mama,” Kimmy said hesitantly, “maybe I could just use them for number one, and then when I need to-”

“You’ll poop in them too, Kimmy,” her mother said firmly. “A full nappy will help you appreciate how immature you acted.”

Kimmy screwed up her face and tried not to cry. Wetting herself was one thing, but dirtying her diaper always transported her back to those awful days of her childhood when she still had poopy accidents. She wanted more than anything to leave that phase of her life behind forever. “Yes, Mama…” she mumbled.

“Now, brush teeth and straight to bed young lady!” her mother ordered, delivering a firm smack to her bottom to send her on her way. “No dawdling, or you’ll have a red bottom under your nappy by the time I tuck you in!”

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The full story can be found on Patreon for those who want to read more.

Karen’s stepmom had packed her away to some weird summer camp, despite Karen being almost finished college. It was obvious that the stepmother just wanted more time alone with Karen’s father, and his massive fortune. Karen was open minded, though, so she tried to make the most of the camp. However, that was harder than it seemed.

From day 1, the counselors all insisted the campers wear diapers. Thick, crinkly diapers. Karen was weirded out, but the counselors insisted this was the latest practice in mindfulness, and besides, the campers didn’t have to use their diapers. Only if they wanted to use them. Karen was skeptical, but some of her fellow campers tried wetting or even messing themselves and said it wasn’t that bad. 

It got to the point where most of the campers were happily using their diapers for everything, everyday. Karen woke up to the smell of soaked diapers and went to bed hearing the farts of her fellow campers loading up their thick overnight diapers. It was all too much.

Karen decided that if she couldn’t beat them, she would join them. She let go totally, giving in body and soul to her diapers. She knew she might leak or cause a mess, but Karen also knew that diaper girls didn’t worry about those types of things. It felt so good. Karen knew right away why her fellow campers had given in to diapers, and she knew that she would be wetting and messing her thick diapers for a long time to come. Karen made a mental note to thank her stepmother for signing her up for this wonderful diaper camp!

First day in diapers ever! Thanks to @lolitafromictlan to change me and play with me!

Fertility rates had been plummetting for decades. It wasn't only because people wanted fewer children, it was also because sperm quality had reached a critical low point. Children were still born here and there, but nothing approaching a global replacement rate. Fortunately, we'd fixed aging. Bodily and mental decline were things of the past which prevented society from collapsing.

Of course, in a society of only adults, having children became highly prized. To fix that issue, every year the people turning 21 were offered to go through state-sponsored regression. Using the same technology used to keep the rest of the population young and able, the minds of the volunteers were youthened to that of a two-year-old while keeping all their personality and memories intact.

Maggie had always wanted to be a princess ever since she'd been a little girl. Growing up, she didn't mind telling people that she wanted to be regressed once she turned 21. But then came beer and boys and various interests like painting and reading and psychology and suddenly getting regressed seemed a lot less interesting. By the time she turned 21, she was in a serious relationship. The boy in question was very open to her ABDL tendencies and babying her. They had talked at great lenghts about the possibility of Maggie being adopted by him. But, they agreed, they needed someone to be the mommy. Maggie was anxious about how enthusiastically her boyfriend seemed to search for a romantic partner that wasn't her and how quickly she came into the picture. She was a long-time friend of both of them and very soon the dynamic was put in place and an appointment for Maggie's regression was scheduled.

It was quick and painless, a few injections here and there that would only need upkeep every week until her situation became stable.

Losing her continence was wonderful, but slowly getting dumber felt a lot scarier. Thankfully, Mommy and Daddy were there to take care of her. They loved each other very much, but most of all, they loved her. Nothing can be scary when Mommy blows raspberries on your tummy! Getting picked up and carried everywhere, wearing pretty dresses and pink all the time, Maggie definitely felt like a princess.

Photo credit: @sophiexxlittle

For more stories by me: https://reamstories.com/babywriter

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.

If you'd like to find my on other sites, here's All My Links

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.”

El otro día pasé más de 20 horas en este pañal y fue realmente increíble (después de pasar más de 3 días en pañales).

Ya quiero hacer un buen rato en 24/7. En serio fue increíble