Advanced Dungeons & Diapers: Chapter 1
Advanced Dungeons & Diapers: Chapter 1
This is the start of a sequel to one of my longest commissions, "Dungeons & Diapers". It's written to work effectively as a standalone novel, but follows directly on the plot of the original work, which you can read here.
Also it's set in the Pathfinder 1e universe, not any DnD plane. Nyeh. You can't tell me what to do. ...
The smell of the Wizard’s destruction carried on the wind far past the edge of Verity, the eastern capital, long before the damage could be seen.
Sandra knew they were walking into trouble and danger of their greatest enemy’s doing. Her whole party knew it. The Wizard had caused them untold humiliations as an afterthought, and prolonged exposure to his magic had taught them the telltale signs. With one sniff of the air, they knew it was him.
The distinctive, sharp smell of baby powder left little room for misidentification.
Turning back in the saddle to look at her party, Sandra swished her tail, trying not to show any uncertainty. “If anyone wants to turn back, I understand. There’s no reason to throw ourselves into danger without cause.”
Quinn didn’t need to answer. The brawny half orc feared little, and even when he had trepidation, he kept it hidden for the others. His protective instinct didn’t break here, and he shook his head.
Tarja trembled on the horse next to Quinn, but not out of fear–rather, the curse that had degraded her fine motor control left her constantly shaking unless she could lie down, get on all fours, or briefly dispel the effects. Mounted on a saddle, she had to cling to the horn and let Quinn lead. She hardly looked like the most lethal Ranger Sandra had ever met, but when she was free of the curse, she could track, hunt, and aim a bow with legendary precision.
Even cursed as she was, she’d never back down from danger. Taking the effort to enunciate clearly, she said, “I’m no’ running.” Her words carried a slight lisp, like a toddler still struggling to make the letters come out right–another side effect of her curse.
Finally, Hadrian. The party’s own wizard, and their most thorough source of information on the Wizard’s magic. Clad in a latex bodysuit that bulged around his hips, and with a pacifier lodged between his lips that he couldn’t remove, he had the most visible curses of them all.
His gaze was on the horizon, hard and furious. He didn’t need to speak to communicate, not when his feelings were this clear.
They were going to Verity, no matter what had happened there, no matter the danger.
Sandra shifted in her seat again, noting a slight squelch beneath her pants. Her diaper was full–and now that she’d noticed, she picked up a slight foul stench mingling with the baby powder odor. The diaper would self clean before they got to the city, so it didn’t concern her much.
Still, it was a reminder of the Wizard’s lightest, least invasive curses–he’d stolen her potty training more than a year prior, and it had stayed stolen. If he led an assault against a city, she shuddered to think what he could have done to the populace.
It wasn’t long before they crested a rise and, finally, came into view of the city. Verity’s walls stood proud and unbreached, and most of the homes, businesses, and buildings seemed to be intact.
From one point, though, billowing clouds of white wafted up. Plumes of baby powder, shooting from a space where the great Temple of Calistria had once stood. Now, the structure seemed to be made of geometric pastels, twisted as a thousand child-safe squares of foam flooring had been frozen in the middle of an explosion.
Pulling up his mount next to Sandra, Hadrian gestured at his pacifier urgently. Reaching to the side, she pulled it free.
“Serendipity,” he said, “She’s–”
“In the temple,” Sandra finished. “I know.”
He didn’t wait for further words or confirmation, but spurred his horse onwards, galloping as fast as the mount would take him.
Sandra couldn’t blame him, even if she doubted there was much they could do. Hadrian had fallen head-over-high-heels with a priestess performer of the temple. He wouldn’t slow for anything while he knew she could be in danger.
The others followed soon after, matching Hadrian’s speed so they didn’t lose him on the road to Verity’s gates. As they grew closer, Sandra got a better look at the damage–she could make out distinct shapes, but the scale was all off. One side of a baby crib, bars painted pastel blue, seemed to be twenty feet long or more and hovered above the debris. An enormous mobile, so large that the plush toys dangling from it were to-scale with the animals those plushies resembled, spun slowly.
Contrasting with the openly juvenile elements, she also saw a large plug, tapered at the base, large enough that it could only be practically used by an elder dragon with a very particular set of kinks.
If Sandra had any doubts, that confirmed it. Only the Wizard of Paraphilia would mix infantile and erotic objects with such a tasteless disregard for dignity.
Hadrian was babbling at the gate–literally, his pacifier had returned in the fifteen minutes it’d taken to ride there–and Sandra had to pull up next to him and address the guards. “We’re working for the guild,” she said, leaning over to free her friend’s lips again. After removing the pacifier, she continued, “We have business with the Calistrians.”
“The temple’s…” one of the guards said, scratching his head as he looked them up and down, first at Hadrian’s pacifier and latex bodysuit, then at Quinn’s ample breasts, to Sandra, an elf with a dragon like tail that twitched to emphasize her impatience. At least they’d managed to clear up a couple of the more awkward things–Sandra could at least pull her clothes down to cover her diaper properly, hiding the perpetual peek she’d been stuck with for a while, and Quinn had managed to find a caster who could permanently revert his size back to normal. It could have been worse.
Shaking off his confusion, the guard explained, “Eh…the temple’s got wrecked like you all. Not sure you’ll be able to do any business there.”
“We can help,” Sandra insisted, sliding the guild seal from her pocket to show him. “Let us pass, quickly.”
Shrugging, the guard nodded and stood back, allowing the four of them to ride through the gates.
To Hadrian’s chagrin, they couldn’t just gallop up main street–Verity was a big enough city that, even with a crisis in plain view, life had to go on. Merchants had to sell their merchandise, beggars had to beg, scoundrels had to scound. Their horses helped them navigate up the streets more quickly, but she could see the frustration build on Hadrian’s face as they got closer and closer, stymied by the thick press of busy people in the streets.
Finally, they came into view of the temple, and Hadrian leapt free of the saddle. Stumbling on his heels for a moment, he ran across the cobblestone street, up to the place where the temple entrance had once stood.
The walls were replaced with the same pastel-painted slightly foam substance. Where there had once been grand doors decorated with symbols of Calistria, the Savored Sting, there was now a large flap, more akin to something an animal would use.
Sandra pulled up behind him, bringing her mount to a nickering stop, and said, “We need to use cauti–”
Hadrian ran in through the flap.
“Damn.” Sandra jumped down from her own horse, taking a moment to tie it off to the hitching post, dealing with Hadrian’s as well.
Quinn began to help Tarja down and deal with their own mounts as well, but Sandra stopped him.
“You stay out here.” Sandra said. “If this place has some effect on the people inside, we can’t all just rush in. If I’m not back in fifteen minutes, start finding a way to get Hadrian and I outside without any collateral damage.”
“Be safe, ‘Andwa,” Tarja lisped, before Sandra slipped under the flap, conjuring an umbral knife in her hands–she’d be ready for anything.
Inside, the grand hall of the temple had once been home to a massive stage, where scantily-dressed clerics would flaunt their goods in exchange for tithe. Calistria was a goddess of lust, after all, it made sense.
Now, where poles and stages had once been, cages and hard points floated in the air, trapping priests and worshipers alike. The sky could be seen above–the roof was floating far too high to fully shield from the elements, and the various bizarre structures Sandra had seen from afar loomed above them.
A foul smell hung in the air, the results of the curses and time that had warped the former holy place. Diapers were everywhere Sandra looked, wrapped around people of all genders and ancestries, most soiled to the point of leaking. Pacifiers, too, were a constant–held in place with leather and magic, so that the victims couldn’t spit them out, mumble, or even speak.
Some priests had their hands tied far above their heads, leaving them standing, desperate, unable to rest or relax. Sandra met their pleading eyes, though their words got distorted into helpless mumbling beneath their pacifiers.
She approached one. “Hold still,” she whispered, “Let me try…”
Reaching up, she touched the clasp holding the pacifier in place. She could plainly detect magic on it, and knew it had to be enchanted, but perhaps–
Her brain fogged for a moment, and she staggered back, falling to the ground. Her brain fuzzed, befuddled by magic. When she blinked and regained full control of her thoughts, she realized she’d begun suckling her thumb, and that her diaper–which had self cleaned not ten minutes prior–was suddenly sagging and full again, not that it could make the room smell any worse.
Shaking her head, Sanda stood, staggering for a moment before regaining her balance.
“I…” she said. “I’m sorry, I can’t help you.”
The priest’s eyes didn’t show understanding, just desperation to be free. Regretfully, Sandra looked around further, careful not to touch anyone.
Other priests were in their own predicament. Some, trapped in cages or cribs, were cuffed spread eagle. Still others sat on adult-sized rocking horses that never fell still, wrists tied to handles and feet to the base, forced to shift back and forth, squelching their diapers interminably. Going by the slight bzzz sound filling the air, Sandra guessed more than a few had toys inside their diaper, torturing them in other ways that couldn’t be seen as easily.
There were more restraints, too, in patterns and configurations she didn’t know. X-shaped crosses. Spanking benches–though, mercifully, she saw no enchanted paddles going to town. Two particularly unfortunate clerics were tied to each other, wrist-to-ankle, so that their faces were buried in each other’s diapers.
She counted dozens of people in the grand temple room, all bound, all unable to move or flee. Some were faces she recognized. Some were strangers. All were helpless.
“Hadrian?” Sandra called, picking her way through the helpless, whimpering victims.
“Back here!” he called, voice carrying from a rear door.
She followed the sound. In the former backstage, it was less populated, but the cribs and cursed people inside were just as helpless. Hadrian was there, but as she stepped in, he looked from face to face, crib to crib, then turned and ran out the room.
Sandra followed, urgently, chasing after him as he went to the once-and-no-longer rectory. Here, there were no people, only changing supplies and baby food stacked on shelves, piles and piles of each, a trove of necessities for anyone who’d been cursed into diaper dependence.
Hadrian continued to run, and Sandra chased after him. “Wait, Hadrian–”
“I have to find her,” he called back, moving down a back hall, to the priest’s quarters. More cribs, more faces, but not the face he wanted to see. Up, then, to the library–now a play room, with baby books and lewd folios, baby toys and vibrating wands all scattered around as though they belonged together. A few priests, glassy eyed, were going through the motions of stacking blocks or organizing rings onto a post, seemingly without any control over their actions.
More desperate than ever, Hadrian continued his flight. He checked the kitchen, now filled with high chairs, and the restrooms, now filled exclusively with changing tables.
Nothing.
“She’s…” Hadrian panted, leaning against a changing table for support. “She’s not here.”
“Maybe she was out on business,” Sandra suggested. “Gwyndomere relies on her for jobs.”
“Gwyndomere’s gone, too,” Hadrian said. “He took–The Wizard took them.”
Sandra looked back out the changing room door, to the open field of restrained worshippers. “Why?”
“I don’t know,” Hadrian said, a growl building in his throat. “But we’re not going to let this sta–”
“Hey!”
A voice called from the grand hall. Someone who could speak, not bound up by the curses and restraints.
Sandra stepped out, looking for the source of the voice. A man in white and gold robes. Sandra recognized the colors, indicating a god or goddess of healing, but couldn’t remember the divinity’s name.
“We’re with the guild,” Sandra said. “I’m–”
“Sandra Cassidy,” the cleric replied, stepping closer. He was older, with a neatly trimmed grey beard and a weary expression. “I know who you are. My name is Barro, I’m a priest of Aesocar. You shouldn’t be in here.”
“These people need help,” Sanda gestured, while mentally snapping a proverbial finger. (Aesocar! That’s the god I was thinking of.)
“We’re finding ways to do that,” Barro said, “But it’s dangerous. The pacifiers provide food and water, keeping them alive, but we haven’t yet found a way to get them down safely. They could be like this for weeks, and unless you know how to dispel it, there’s nothing for you to do but fall into a trap or erase your own mind by mistake.”
“I know how to work around the Wizard’s cruelty,” Sandra said.
“And you know how dangerous he is,” the cleric replied. “But–”
“Wait,” Hadrian said. “How do you know it could be weeks? When was the temple hit?”
The cleric shifted, uncomfortably, looking back at the door. “We should step outside–”
“What happened?” Hadrian demanded, stalking forward. “How long has it been like this?”
“This temple was hit this morning,” Barro said. “Eight members of the clergy are still unaccounted for, but…”
Sandra understood. “This isn’t the only one.”
“Four temples in eight days. The Wizard has been busy. And…it could be much, much worse than this.” He looked down and to the side. “My order was hit. Aesocar’s great hospital–the wizard rendered most of the finest healers in the realm to sadistic torments, turning their healing magic into cruel sources of pain.”
“Let’s go outside,” Sandra finally said.
Careful and reluctant, they stepped around the helpless, moaning victims, out into the fresh air.
“Four temples,” Sandra repeated. “What’s he doing?”
“We think, trying to get something.” Barro hesitated. “He’s taken the high priest of each, and several of their highest ranked assistants.”
“Serendipity,” Hadrian whispered.
“Gwyndomere,” Sandra added, thinking of the high priest’s power. If the Wizard had taken Gwyndomere, rather than coming in and attacking the temple while Gwyndomere was gone, then that implied danger and power beyond what she’d already feared.
“What’s going on?” Quinn asked, seeing them walk out.
“Danger and trouble,” Sandra started. “We’re going to need to be careful and decide our next move cautiously, something big and complicated is coming, and–”
“No,” Hadrian cut in. “It’s not complicated at all. We’re going to find the wizard, and when we do, we’re going to kill him.”
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“It’s ok if you want to wear one. I was the same way. I’ll tell you a secret. Before I started wearing diapers again, I really wanted to, but I didn’t know how to ask. It would be so embarrassing to ask my Mom if she could put me back in diapers again. So I came up with a plan.”
“I started wetting myself on purpose. Pretty soon my Mom got tired of cleaning my sheets every night or mopping up the puddles I’d leave all over the house. She put me back in diapers. I acted like I hated it, but secretly I loved it. And now I wear them 24/7 and I’m basically incontinent again.”
“If you want to wear them, you should just let go. Pee your pants. It’s ok. My Mom won’t get mad. What she will do is put you in one of my diapers. They’re so cozy and secure. You’ll love them. Just let go and pee your pants and you can wear diapers too.”
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“Aww… you like that, don’t you? You silly little thing!”
A rustle. A quiet moan of agreement, muffled by the rubber nipple between the naked young woman’s lips. A pathetic little wriggle and nod as, with eyes screwed shut and face drawn in a silent transport of humiliated ecstasy, she assented to the amused words of her caretaker.
“Goodness, just look at you! All naked and helpless for me, like the sweetest little baby!” Rhoda continued, her warm voice dropping into a sexy purr of delight. Her hand was working gently, pressing the thick cotton booster suggestively into her partner’s freshly powdered groin. “Anyone else would be completely, utterly humiliated to be treated like this, you know. But you’re not just anyone else, honey, are you?”
Her voice was dripping with loving condescension as she leaned forward, elegantly mascaraed eyes alight with pleasure. “What are you then, sweetie? Go on, tell me. What are you?”
A muffled, barely audible response, between shy and shame-filled moans of ill-concealed pleasure. “I- I’m a ba- a baby– Jus’ a baby-” She was wriggling under Rhoda’s touch, her naked body tensing in irresistible pleasure at such a shameful admission. “Jus’ a siwwy- wih’ul- baybee…“
Rhoda laughed then: laughed over the quiet crinkle of the outspread diaper, laughed over the pathetic little mewlings of her Little partner. “Oh, honey, you’re more than a little baby now. You’re my little baby – mine, and no one else’s. And you know what? You’re going to be my baby for good: forever and ever.”
She bent down and cupped one of her partner’s petite breasts in her hand, smilingly weighing it as if mentally comparing it to her own voluptuous curves. “Just look at how sweet and cute you are without your clothes, baby! So naked and little and innocent, so very, very babyish…”
She giggled and gave the exposed nipple a tiny tweak, eliciting a muffled gasp of ill-suppressed surprise and pleasure from her partner. “Such cute little baby boobies, too – so small and adorable! You know, I think they look so much better like this. We’re gonna leave them nice and naked and free from now on, of course. No more of those silly padded bras. No more trying to pretend you’re a big girl when you’re so clearly not…”
“Yeh- yefh, Mommee-” came the groveling response, and Rhoda chuckled once more, a rush of dominant pleasure coursing through her at the sound of such helpless submission. “Aww, good baby!” she commended, her hand working with renewed vigor between her partner’s splayed legs. “And you’re gonna learn to love your diapers more and more every day, too. Believe me – you’re simply not going to have a choice! You may think sometimes that you do… but, oh, sweetie…”
She broke off, chuckling with dark pleasure as her partner squirmed and writhed under her relentless touch. “Sweetie,” she resumed, “There’s simply no way you can resist me – not even if you wanted! I’m your Mommy now, after all, and I know what’s best. I know exactly how to deal with you… how to make you do every little thing I want… how to train you and teach you and remind you that no matter how big you once were, you’re going to be nothing but an adorable, helpless, brainless little baby by the time I’m done with you…”
The red-faced, labored breathing and the tight-drawn muscles of her partner testified to the groveling pleasure and rising arousal within. She was close now, and with every suggestive thrust of those fingers pressing the soft booster against her shaven and powder-covered pussy – with every condescending word that left her partner’s lipstick-covered lips – she was edging ever closer to one of the most gloriously shameful climaxes she could imagine. Soon she would be cumming: not from penetration, nor even from a vibrator, but from the sheer humiliation and throbbing pleasure of her partner forcing her to become a helpless, laughable, infantilized little toy.
But then… just as she was teetering on the brink of bliss… Rhoda stopped. And oh, the stifled wail of disappointment that escaped her partner’s pacified lips sent fresh shivers of pleasure rippling through her.
“Aww, such an excitable baby!” she crooned, shaking her head at the young woman’s plaintive whines. “You’re getting way too excited for a baby girl as little and innocent as you. But don’t worry,” she added, with a sly little giggle that set her partner a-tremble . “I’m sure we’ll eventually find a way to scratch that silly little itch you seem to have between your pretty little legs. Maybe after you’ve shown me just how well you can fill your pampers… how soggy, and saggy, and smelly such a sweet little baby’s diaper ends up when Mommy takes control…”
And in that moment, the mortified little wail of disgust from her charge sounded in her ears as one of the most beautiful sounds in the entire world.
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THE PARK BENCH
It was a bright, sunny day, as the excited buzzing of the few families and couples filled the air of the zoo, mingling with the exotic smells of animals from every corner of the globe. Normally, I hated being strapped into my oversized stroller but this time I was at least grateful for the bit of shade the extendable cover provided. If the adult sized stroller loaded down with heavy diaper bag and every assortment of infantile paraphernalia wasn’t a dead giveaway of my condition, my pastel green t-shirt sporting smiling baby zoo animals and cargo shorts with the elastic waistband—concealing a very obvious diaper bulge—certainly was. I shrunk back as best as my restraints would allow, cringing every time a new zoo guest looked my way, but Mommy didn’t seem to pay any mind. Wearing a gorgeous yellow sundress, the one that flirted dangerously with the wind every time a light breeze blew by, mommy simply beamed and pushed me along from exhibit to exhibit all the while, asking me if I liked the “horsies” or the “pumba’s.” It’s not as if I could actually respond though, what with the suffocating pacifier gag stuffing my mouth. Today’s was a special gag, as it held a secret reservoir between the teat and the button, filled with god only knows what mommy had put in there this time. All I could do was grunt my approval, and point to any new exhibit I wanted her to wheel me towards.
When we got to the elephant enclosure towards the end of the park, I felt the stroller come to a halt and heard mommy come around and into view. She bent down towards me, giving me an enticing view of her cleavage, pushed together in the sundress.
“Does baby want to see the elephants? They’re just like your stuffy at home! Only very very big.
I rolled my eyes but I was at least thankful to get out of the chair and stretch my legs. As she got to work undoing the restraints holding in my wrists, ankles, and the big buckle pushing against my crotch, a sudden gust blew past, flipping her sundress up, exposing her no doubt delicate lace panties and gorgeously heart-shaped ass to a lucky couple passing by. The guy blushed and quickly looked away and I stewed in envy of him for even that little glimpse. Suddenly I felt my lower half begin to stir and grow just from my own imagination and grimaced in pain as the cage mommy had put me in during my morning change went to work, clamping down on my poor encased cock.
After a short moment I was finally free and allowed to waddle up to the railing to look down into the massive elephant enclosure. For a brief moment I forgot that I must look like an overgrown toddler any onlooker and just enjoyed, ironically, feeling like a kid at the zoo. But as I got up on my tiptoes to lean over the railing for a better look, I got a sudden reminder that snapped me out of my reverie, as I felt mommy’s hand firmly cup the seat of my shorts, giving my diaper a big squeeze, pressing the wet padding up tightly against my skin.
“Pee-yew! Someone’s stinky! Is that the elephants or you?” She then pulled back the stretchy elastic waistband of my shorts and diaper to get a good look down my backside. I felt the cool air on my behind and wilted in the sheer humiliation of the moment but felt confident in the knowledge that I was not the odorous offender… right? I mean, I would’ve felt it… right? My control had been waning of late and now even I wasn’t so sure. I cringed in anticipation.
“Nope, all clean! That’s a good boy.” I breathed a huge sigh of relief around my pacifier gag, only to inhale sharply once I felt her prodding hand move down to the leg of my shorts, where her finger could easily slip through the elastic leg gathers of my diaper for a closer feel.
“But you are soaked. Best to change you now anyway.” Oh no! Please no. I balked in horror. I quickly looked around hoping to see a family restroom in the immediate area but there was nothing in sight. Nothing but a green park bench a few feet back. I tried to voice my muffled protest but it was too late. Before I could react, mommy was pulling me by the wrist over to the bench, stroller in tow. I stumbled to keep up, the stupid fat diaper forcing my legs apart and turning my normal gait into a bow-legged waddle.
On the bench, mommy laid down my Sesame Street blankie and gently guided me on top. I felt my diaper give a big squish as I sat. She pushed me by the chest until I was flat on my back. Wishing to get this over as soon as possible, I covered my eyes and lifted my hips as she slowly unbuttoned and slid my shorts down and off my legs. Next I heard her heave out the diaper bag and rifle around for essentials. I opened my eyes again when I heard a young woman’s giggle. I quickly glanced up just as a young couple passed by clearly on a date, the woman obviously whispering and laughing to her boyfriend about the big baby she just saw. My cheeks burned with embarrassment.
It was business as usual for mommy, though, as she quickly got to undoing the front tapes of my diaper and peeling back the wet front panel to expose my smooth, hairless crotch to the cold breeze. I shivered and sucked delicately on my paci, careful not to pull too hard and activate mommy’s secret weapon.
Quick as a flash mommy had my ankles together in one hand, pushing them high into the air as she wiped down my bottom with the other, blissfully whistling the “sunny day, chasing the clouds away” refrain from the Sesame Street theme. I felt her run the cold wipe up and down my crack and gave an exasperated wince as I felt the usual wipe covered finger plunge deep into my most private region, exploring each crevice in the name of cleanliness. As soon as my cavity was clear I quickly felt another finger deep inside, no doubt inserting a suppository to keep me regular. Just as I was getting over this current indignation, let alone the humiliation of my naked backside exposed for all the world to see over an open, and clearly soaked diaper, a man rounded the corner.
While normally the thought of any man seeing me in such a compromised and emasculated position would be a nightmare, this particular man presented a new an unexpected sensation: hope. It was a police officer! Finally, someone I could cry out to, someone to whom I could beg for help. Please, officer, she’s keeping me like this against my will! But mommy was quicker. She always is. Without breaking her practiced diaper changing stride, my legs still hoisted aloft, she reached for my face and pressed the button of my pacifier, releasing a sudden spurt of castor oil into my mouth. No longer thinking of freedom, I squinted my eyes shut and swallowed with all my might, tears bursting to the surface as I choked down the foul liquid.
“Aw, now who’s this little fellow?” I heard the man say as I grunted and swallowed, hoping to fight my way through the bitter, oily taste. Mommy told the officer that I was just her little Baby Beluga but as for myself I was enduring sensory overload and couldn’t respond.
“He’s just a little fussy right now, normally he’s so polite! Here baby, you must be gunked up. Blow!” She held a tissue to my nose and forced me to blow my nose into it, just like a real baby. The officer just laughed and moved on with his day, and any hope of freedom sauntered off with him. Mommy then got to pulling the open wet diaper out from underneath me and rolling it into a ball before producing a fresh new diaper from her bag. Just as she was unfolding the new diaper out beneath me, I heard another voice that stole my attention.
“Oh, how cute, what’s his name?” Said a young woman in her early-20s. From her short plaid skirt and college sweater, it was clear she was here as some sort of assignment for school.
“Oh this is just my little Baby Beluga! He wanted to see all the ‘aminals’ today so I took him out for some fun mommy-baby time. Normally he’s not this shy but he always gets fussy during changes.” I blushed deeply at that but that paled in comparison to the humiliation I felt as mommy began to lower my legs onto the waiting padding, revealing my shame to the world, caged in baby blue plastic, resting limply at the base of my bare crotch.
“He’s adorable” the girl cooed while mommy dusted me with powder. “If you ever need a babysitter, I’m working on my graduate degree at the university in town and am always looking to earn a little on the side! And from the looks of it, you’ve got a well behaved sweetheart on your hands.” She leaned in and gave me a little pinch on the cheek just as mommy pulled the front of the diaper up into place and I felt my cock stir again only to press futilely against the wall of its cage. The events of the afternoon combined with the sudden reminder of my emasculated state in front of these two beautiful women talking about me like I wasn’t even there this time evoked real tears as I soon found myself experiencing an honest to goodness tantrum. Mommy simply pressed the button on my pacifier once more and my wailing only increased as I fought to swallow the mouthful of terrible liquid.
“That’s so sweet of you! As you can see he can be quite a handful and I can use all the help I can get. Give me your number and I’ll give you a call sometime!” And just like that the woman was walking back to her group and mommy was sticking the last of the tapes into place and pulling my cargo shorts back up over my fat diaper, telling me all about the otters and polar bears we were about to meet.
Nursery School Graduation - Complete Story!
Author's Note: This story is for readers 18+ only. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
I eyed the plastic potty for the hundredth time since waking from my nap.
Set off in a corner by one of the old diaper genies they didn’t use anymore. Unused except for Friday afternoons. It was white and aquamarine with a comfy foam seat. At least Ruby told me it was comfy when she graduated last year. Stickers were plastered all over it: princesses, Transformers, Pokemon. Even a few Diaper Dan stickers. I was gonna add mine today. I’d already decided on a castle.
I looked around the room. There were a bunch of us here in Back to Basics Nursery School. Some crawling around, some toddling, some sitting together with their favorite toys, lost in their own little worlds. The teachers moved from one student to the next, checking diapers, adjusting clothing, offering gentle words of encouragement. One of the teachers, Miss Becca, was bent down, her hands hovering near the waistband of a diaper. She leaned back and waved a hand in front of her nose.
I smirked. Craig wouldn’t clog up the potty line today. And he wasn’t the only one. I spotted more than one saggy, soggy diaper.
I sat at one of the little wooden tables, crayons in hand, sketching a picture. I’d asked for colored pencils—more precise, better for details—two years ago. Miss Susie gave me some. Then Hansen swiped a handful and dropped them in the fish tank. Mr. Goldy almost died cuz his filter got messed up or something. They took the colored pencils away after that. So, back to crayons I went.
I set down the blue crayon and picked up the forest green. I was sketching the block tower that Rosie and I had been trying to build all year. The tower in my drawing soared to the ceiling, little people below smiling up at it. Each block was neatly stacked. Stable. I knew it was possible. The blunt tips of the crayons made it hard to tell, but each block in my sketch matched one in the big box of blocks.
Rosie sat by herself, a concentrated look on her face as she stacked a few blocks at the base of the tower. She was always so eager, so determined, and yet… something always got in the way. Today, it looked like she’d reached that moment again—she’d built a decent base, but the tower’s height had stalled out. I could see her eyes flitting between the blocks and the taller stacks around her, frustration starting to cloud her face.
She glanced over at me and, after a second of hesitation, got up and wandered over. Her diaper crinkled louder with each step. “Pete,” she said, her voice soft and hopeful. “I can’t make it go higher... Could you help?” She smiled hesitantly. Hopeful. The kind of smile she gave me when she wanted to remind me of the fun we had building together. “You always make it work, and it’s more fun when you help.”
I scanned the room again. I wasn’t scoping out the potty competition this time. I was looking for him.
Hansen. If I so much as thought the words that came to mind when I saw his piggy little face Miss Roberta would soap my mouth and then spank me till bubbles popped out. He was making a show of building something of his own—a half-hearted effort at a block tower, probably. He didn’t have any ideas of his own. His hands were all over it, awkward and flailing, like he was making a mess on purpose. As always, he was loud and disruptive, knocking into anyone who got too close.
“I’d like to, but…” I glanced over at Hansen again, feeling a tightness in my chest. “You know how it is with Hansen. He’ll just wreck it like he always does.” I shook my head, giving Rosie a half-hearted smile. “Sorry.”
My stomach grumbled, a deep, low sound. It had been like this since lunch, a gnawing reminder that I hadn’t been able to hold my stinkies all the way from nap time until the end of the day since…well, ever. My attention flicked back to the picture I was drawing, focusing on the tower I could never build.
“Besides, I’ve got other things to focus on,” I muttered quietly, my hands gripping the crayon tighter, trying to ignore the discomfort.
“You’re going to remember me when you graduate and go to preschool, right?” Rosie asked. Her gaze flicked to my diaper, still clean and dry for the moment.
“Of course,” I said. “I’m dry, see?” I looked around the room, glancing at the other students who were playing, some of them rolling around in their diapers, others chatting with the teachers or distracted by toys. Most of them seemed so carefree, so comfortable. None of them had been stuck here as long as I had. Hansen’s eyes met mine.
Dangit.
He sauntered over. He also looked dry, I noted. “Oh, look,” he sneered, making sure the room heard him. “Petey Pampers. I’m surprised they haven’t named the nursery after you yet.”
“You’re in diapers, too!” Rosie shot at him. Hansen ignored her. “How long’s it been? Two years? Three?” He let out a mock laugh. He leaned close, his breath smelling like apple juice and Cheerios. “I’ll send you a postcard from preschool. They let you use markers there.”
Miss Maryam looked up from putting away the tubs of playdough. Her face scrunched in disapproval. “Hansen, that’s enough. Don’t be mean.”
“But it’s true!” Hansen said. “He’s been here longer than anyone ever. He’s never getting out of diapers.”
Miss Maryam chuckled. “Every little diaperboy and diapergirl graduates when they are ready. I’m sure Peter will too, someday.”
My heart dropped into my stomach.
Hansen rolled his eyes at me and wandered off.
The other students in the coloring area had quieted. A few looked my way. I wanted to defend myself, to shout, to lash out and tell them I’d seen their saggy, stinking diapers too. But I swallowed my words. I didn’t have to justify myself to them. After today, I’d never see any of them again.
Rosie smiled softly at me, brushing a strand of black hair from her face. “I don’t care if we build the tower or not. We can just hang out. Wanna play cars instead, Pete? We can make a loop and a jump this time. Or something else?”
I sighed. Set down my crayon. “Maybe we can work on the tower for a few minutes. I have an idea for—” I stopped.
Hansen had sidled up behind Rosie’s tower, that grin of his stretched wide. He nudged the base with his foot, sending the blocks tumbling in one swift, careless motion.
Rosie gasped, her hands going to her mouth as she stared at the collapsed structure. “No!”
I opened my mouth to say something, to defend her. Before I could, Miss Susie called out to the whole nursery. “Everyone, line up. It’s diaper check time.”
My eyes were on Miss Maryam. They were always on Miss Maryam during the Friday afternoon diaper check. She picked up the training potty and carried it into the middle of the open play space.
Students started to shuffle into the play space, looking expectantly at the plastic training potty in the middle of the room. The excitement in the air shifted, the playful atmosphere transforming into something more serious, more pressing.
I got in line next to Rosie. She was still looking at the remains of her tower. Tears welled in the corners of her big brown eyes.
I squeezed her hand. “You’ll get it next time.”
She didn’t respond.
The teachers worked their way down the line. Pulling back waistbands. Squeezing. Poking. Sniffing. Making their little remarks.
“Looks like someone got a visit from the sog-monster.”
“That’s one saggy diaper there, sweetie.”
“Pee-yeew!”
The ones who weren’t clean and dry—most of them, I was encouraged to see—were led away by teachers. Some cried. Most didn’t care. They were shuffled over to the row of changing tables with soft reassurances about how ‘they could try again next year’ and how ‘a fresh, dry diaper would make them feel right as rain.’
I wouldn’t miss this one bit. Checks and changes. Sitting in soggy diapers—or worse. Smelling like baby powder and pee. Preschool had pull-ups, and pull-ups were practically big boy underwear.
Just a little longer.
Miss Susie stepped in front of the few of us who remained. “Does everyone remember what today is?”
“Bromsday!” Lily shouted. She had a big, dopey grin on her face.
I rolled my eyes.
Susie chuckled. “Good try, sweetie. Today is Friday, which means you get a chance to prove you’re ready to graduate and move on to preschool. But this Friday is extra special. It’s the last Friday of the session. Your mommies and daddies need to renew tonight or sign you up for preschool. So if you haven’t proven you’re ready to use the potty, you’ll get to spend another year with us. Yay!”
I could feel the weight of her words. I knew how important today was. I didn’t need any reminders. I just needed to hold my stinkies a little longer. The discomfort in my tummy was
growing harder to ignore, though.
Miss Susie held the list of names on a clipboard. They assigned the order randomly. At least that’s what they said. I was always at the back. Well, nearly always. It’s why I hadn’t graduated.
“Lily,” Miss Susie called.
Lily jumped up, brown braids flopping around like she’d won the lottery. Which she basically had. She stood so close to the plastic potty her bare toes touched it.
“Derek,” Miss Susie said.
With each voice she called out, my hopes sank.
Finally, they called Rosie. Then me. And then, at the very back of the line, there was Hansen. He was fidgeting, clearly impatient, his hands on his hips as he muttered to no one in particular. “This is so unfair,” he complained. “I should’ve gone first! Why do I have to wait behind all these losers?” His words drew a few eyes, but the teachers only smiled politely and ignored him, focusing instead on the rest of the students.
I wished I could be happy Hansen was last, but all I could think about was the number of people in front of me in line. I’d never make it. Never. Rosie was beside me, her eyes bright with optimism, her hand brushing against mine just briefly.
“Alright, get ready to start the timer for five minutes,” Miss Susie said to Miss Quin. Miss Quin nodded and held up the stopwatch so everyone could see it.
I groaned quietly. “We know, we know. It’s always five minutes.”
Hansen leaned close. “Not everyone has been here a million years, Petey Pampers.”
I stared straight ahead, doing my best to ignore him.
“Lily,” Miss Susie said.
Lily stepped forward, her face bright with excitement. Miss Susie pulled the tapes off her diaper and removed it. The room was silent as she gave the diaper one last check, then nodded. Lily plopped down on the potty, and everyone cheered. Everyone except me and Hansen.
Lily leaped up when the timer dinged five agonizing minutes later. She beamed with pride, pointing at the potty. “I peed like a big girl!”
Miss Susie peered down into the potty and nodded appreciatively. “Good job, Lily! Preschool is gonna be so lucky to have such a sweet, clever girl. Now pick out your sticker and show the class. That way, they can all remember what a big girl you were every time they see it.”
Lily plucked a sticker from the sheet and showed it to the classroom. “A Zoonicorn!”
Hansen snickered.
“That’s a very cute unicorn,’ Lily,” Miss Susie said. “Now run on over to Miss Peggy for your very first pull-up.”
Lily scuttled off, half running, half skipping. Her proud daddy greeted her, gushing over her new, pull-on undies.
Come on, let’s keep it going. No one liked Lily, anyway. She ate the playdough.
Next came a diaperboy named Derek. He was tall. Tall enough I thought if we ever got our tower almost to the ceiling, we could ask him to reach up and put the last few pieces on. He had been in the nursery school for a while. Always quiet. But nice enough.
He froze halfway to the potty.
“Derek?” Miss Susie asked. “Did you just wet your diaper?”
He shook his head vigorously, his messy blonde hair flopping all around and covering his face.
Miss Susie approached and gave the front of his diaper a squeeze. His face turned red, tears welling up in his eyes as he hunched over. “I—I couldn’t hold it,” he stammered through his sobs, his hands shaking. Miss Susie hugged him. “Aww, that’s alright. Run along to your daddy. He’ll help you get your pants on.”
Derek ran off crying.
At least it was only pee, I thought. At least he hadn’t pooped. That was something, right? The tension in my gut was still building, gnawing at me as I watched the boy being led away, tears still falling.
Hansen, of course, couldn’t resist a jab. “Pathetic,” he sneered loudly. “Can’t even make it five minutes. Maybe you should just go back to nursery school.”
I turned around to give him a dirty look and stopped. His face was all screwed up. His jaw clenched. Fists balled.
He has to go, too, I realized.
I turned around and smiled to myself. I was going to make it. Not only that, I was going to make it and Hansen was not. Maybe Mommy would get ice cream tonight to celebrate. Cookie dough!
They let Derek’s timer run the full five minutes. Those were the rules. They were dumb rules, but I’d stopped sharing that opinion a couple of spankings ago. Besides, every second longer was a second Hansen would have to squirm, too. I was going to watch him when they sat me on the potty. Make sure he saw me relaxing and doing my business like a big boy. Comfy. Confident. On the way to preschool.
Marta was next. A petite girl with a shy smile. Her diaper was clean and dry, and there was a momentary hush in the room as Miss Susie planted her on the potty. She looked back at the rest of us, ready to prove she could do it.
Rosie would be next after Marta, her usual chipper energy still intact despite the failed tower. She leaned toward me, her voice soft. “It’s okay, Pete,” she said, giving me a warm smile. “You’ve got this. I know you do.”
Appreciation washed over me even as the pressure in my stomach was growing unbearable. My mind kept returning to the tower, to the fun we could have, but the thought of the potty made everything feel more pressing. I shuffled a little closer to her, feeling a connection between us. “You too. We’re gonna have so much fun in preschool together. I bet they have even better blocks there. Legos!”
As the timer continued ticking, the tension in the room grew thicker. My stomach churned again, and I let out a toot. It was louder than I thought it would be. Hansen snickered.
I shifted, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. Not that I didn’t toot in my diapers all the time, but not when the room was quiet and we were all lined up. Not when Rosie was right next to me.
Rosie turned to me.
“Sorry,” I winced.
She waved it away. “I pooped my diaper this morning, right before snack time. Remember?”
I giggled. I did remember. It was really stinky, too.
“Can I see your sketchbook,” she asked.
“Why?”
“I wanna see your tower drawing. So I know what to do after you’re gone.”
I hadn’t shown it to anyone yet, not really, but I didn’t hesitate. I handed her my sketchbook, and it flopped open to a different page with a picture of a sailboat.
She started flipping through the pages the smile on her face growing. “These are amazing, Pete. You’re so talented!”
My face flushed with heat. “Just go to the tower one. It’s on the last page.”
She stopped, her fingers hovering over a page with a different tower drawing. This one was the two of us building a tower that stretched all the way to the ceiling. Her eyes widened in surprise. “Is that… me?” she asked, her voice small, almost a whisper. “You made me look really pretty.”
My face flushed. I snatched the book back, a wave of embarrassment flooding over me. “It’s nothing.”
Rosie opened her mouth to say something.
Tiinnggg
I heard the gentle ding of the door chime. Mommy. She was still in her work clothes: a long brown coat and a blue skirt, her long blonde hair flowing behind her. Her heels clicked on the tile as she walked over to the other parents and the teachers. She exchanged a few words with Miss Becca, their voices low and friendly.
Our eyes met, and she gave me a wave. Miss Becca said something to her. I could barely make it out. “...really trying…another year...potty dance.” They both chuckled.
I realized I’d crossed my legs at some point and was holding my tummy. My stinky-diaper dance, as my Mommy called it. I felt a pang in my chest, hearing them talk about me like that, as if my failure was inevitable.
Hansen’s potty dance was worse than mine, at least. He clutched the back of his diaper, his forehead all scrunched up. He was getting desperate. He was on the verge of messing himself. Hansen didn’t say anything now; for once, his arrogance had faltered.
Marta’s timer dinged.
I nudged Rosie. “It’s almost your turn.”
She looked up at me, sad.
“What’s the…oh.” I saw the sagging, yellow front of her diaper.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. Her eyes shimmered with the threat of tears. “I—I tried. I really did.”
“It’s alright. You’ll get it next year. You won’t be stuck here in diapers forever.”
Rosie shrugged. “I like it here. Teachers are nice. There’s loads of fun toys and activities. I like feeding Mr. Goldy.”
“So…what’s the matter?” I asked.
“I really thought we could get the tower all the way to the ceilin’.”
“Come on up, Rosie,” Miss Susie called out.
Rosie suddenly wrapped her arms around me and squeezed tight, her head pressed against my chest. “Have fun at preschool,” she whispered.
She thinks you’re going to make it. She’s certain of it.
She let me go and walked up to Miss Susie, who checked her diaper and found it wet. She consoled her, offering the usual assurance of ‘that’s what diapers are for,’ not realizing the real reason she was so sad. Then Rosie shuffled over to her daddy as her five minutes ticked away.
I was sweating now. My stomach a hurricane of cramping pains. Time crawled.
Finally, a light ding.
“Come on up, Peter,” Miss Susie called.
I shuffled forward slowly. Carefully. Hands on my aching tummy.
The teachers and remaining parents gave a half-hearted cheer, their voices soft, polite, but without the energy I’d seen them give to the others.
A few of the students chuckled, including Hansen, who made no effort to hide the amusement on his face. “Look at Petey doing his little potty dance,” he teased, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear. “Bet he won’t make it.”
Mommy didn’t laugh. At least, I didn’t think so. But some of the other mommies and daddies did.
My eyes met Rosie’s. She dabbed away the tears in them and was smiling. Hopeful. Happy for me, even though she knew it meant we wouldn’t hang out anymore. Wouldn’t finish our tower together.
I glanced over at the jumbled pile of blocks. I wanted to finish that tower together. Desperately. And maybe, if Hansen were gone, we finally could.
We didn’t get to make many choices in nursery school. Not like preschool. They told us when to have snacks and when to take naps and how long to wash our hands after we fed Mr. Goldy. But I could make this decision.
I stopped right in front of the potty. “Sorry, Miss Susie,” I said.
“What for…?”
I dropped into a squat and let the stinky mess push out into my diaper like I had a million times before. Like I probably would a million times again.
“Oh, sweetie,” Miss Susie said. She sighed.
I stood up when I was done. Everyone was silent. Even Hansen.
Miss Susie put her arm around me. “It’s alright, Peter. We will love to have you for another year. Run along, now.” She gave the back of my diaper a light swat, smooshing the stinky mess I’d deposited there.
I didn’t care. Not really.
Mommy’s smile tugged at the corners of her mouth like it did when I spilled juice on the floor or forgot to empty out my diaper pail. Soft, patient love mixed with exasperation. She didn’t look surprised, though. She pulled me tight against her and kissed the top of my head. “It’s alright, sweetie. There’s always next year.”
I nodded.
“Ice cream?” she said.
I smiled. “Can I get cookie dough?”
“Of course.”
I looked over at Rosie, whose daddy was helping get her coat on.
“What’s the matter, babycakes?” Mommy asked.
“Can I have a bit more time?”
She patted my diaper. “I’m sure they’ll let me change your stinky britches before we go. Let me just get your diaper bag from the car.”
I shook my head. Glanced at Rosie, who was almost out the door now. “Somethin’ else.”
Mommy looked at Rosie. Nodded. “Of course. Take your time. I’ll talk to Miss Susie about getting you signed up for another year.”
I ran over to Rosie.
She stared at me, her eyes wide in shock for a moment. Then, as realization dawned on her, she smiled softly, the corners of her lips curling in understanding. She didn’t say anything, but I saw it in the way she looked at me—there was no judgment, just quiet support.
“Do you want to finish our tower?” I asked her.
She looked up at her daddy, who nodded. “Of course, darlin’. I’ll catch up with the other mommies and daddies for a bit. Have fun.”
I took Rosie’s hand in mine, and we crossed the room.
“Sorry I’m stinky,” I whispered.
She squeezed my hand. “I don’t care.”
We’d just started the third level of the tower when Hansen screamed. “Yes! I’m going to preschool!” he shouted, the noise grating in my ears. “You see that, Petey? That’s how you do it!”
I ignored him, slotting a big blue block into place. He could have his pull-ups and his Lego blocks.
I had my friend.
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Safe and Sound, an ABDL Story by CradleQuill (Reupload)
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You woke up in a wet bed next to your partner. You were so ashamed. You hadn't wet the bed since you were a little kid. Your cheeks burned hot as you shook your partner awake, and he looked at you with sleepy, confused eyes.
"What is it, baby?" He asked.
You couldn't meet his gaze. Each time you glanced at him for more than a millisecond, your eyes darted away and looked toward the bed in shame. He placed his hand gently beneath your chin and drew your eyes to meet his. "Baby, whatever it is, you can tell me."
That was when he noticed the wetness. You'd soaked the sheets completely, his side of the bed included. He patted the bed, feeling the dampness left by your little accident. He offered a half-smile.
"It's okay, honey," he told you. "These things happen. There's no need to be embarrassed; it's really not a big deal." You leaned into his shoulder, and he pulled you into an embrace. He was so kind, so understanding. He was always such a prince.
You both undressed the sheets together, and he threw them in the wash while you tended to the stain. You knew he was right. It was just a one-off occurrence, and these things happened sometimes. You probably had too much to drink the night before. It wasn't like it was going to happen again.
And it didn't, at least not at first. But a week went by, and then another, before you woke up with wet sheets once again. He was just as understanding as the first time, but you were even more embarrassed. And you swore you could hear a hint of concern in his voice. He probably thought there was something wrong with you. He even asked if you were having nightmares, to which you responded no, you hadn't been.
Over the following month, the bedwetting became a more and more common occurrence. At first, it was just once or twice a week. But then, slowly, it progressed to three or four times. You were waking up wet more than half the week. One day, you came home from work and found a mattress protector on the bed. Your boyfriend was kind, he didn't mention it. And you didn't either because you knew it was for the best. You really did need it.
But the bedwetting didn't stop, and the mattress protector could only help so much. You could see it on your boyfriend's face; he was growing tired of waking up to a soggy bed and a sobbing girlfriend. If he even saw you that way anymore. Lately, he hadn't wanted to be sexual with you, and you couldn't blame him. Who would want to sleep with a bedwetter?
Each night, you grew more and more depressed, knowing you'd wake up with wet sheets once again. Until one night, your boyfriend stopped you as you were getting ready for bed. "Honey, we need to talk," he said. Those words struck fear in your heart and sent a sinking feeling through your chest.
You immediately began apologizing. "I'm sorry," you said. "Please, I know the bedwetting has been a huge problem. I'm sorry. I'll get it under control, I promise! Please just don't break up with me…"
He looked stunned at your sudden outburst. "Honey, nobody's breaking up with anyone, I promise." He guided you to the bed and sat you down next to him. "You're right that the bedwetting has been a problem, baby girl, but I won't leave you over it. I just need you to trust me. Can you do that for me, love?"
With tears fighting to escape your eyes, you simply nodded. He entered the closet and returned with a bright pink package of something you didn't initially recognize. Until he tore open the back and pulled out what was unmistakably a pull-up, like the ones for potty training. You couldn't keep the tears from flowing.
"I know, baby," he said. "I know it's embarrassing, but I think you need them. They'll help keep you dry. And look, these ones aren't for little kids; they're for bedwetters just like you. I promise this doesn't change how I feel about you. You just need some protection at night."
It took several minutes for the tears to subside, but you knew he was right. You needed this, and you did trust him, now more than ever. You stood up and slid down your pants and panties while he held the pull-up open at the sides. You stepped into the childish undergarment, and your boyfriend pulled it up nice and snug around your hips. At first, you felt a hot pang of shame hit your cheeks, but that sensation soon faded into something else. You felt… safe.
That evening, your boyfriend tucked you into bed and held you all throughout the night. You were the little spoon, and you felt his crotch rub up against your padded bottom. Each time it did, you felt that same pang of embarrassment wash over you as chills ran down your spine, but he didn't seem to notice. Eventually, you fell asleep.
When you woke, you immediately felt the back of your pajamas and all around your sides, but there was no wetness to be found. The pull-ups, or "Goodnites" as they were called, worked perfectly. You slipped your hand down the front of your pajamas and felt the soaked padding beneath your private parts. When you felt the padding, a jolt of electricity hit you, and your legs quivered. You were… turned on by this. There was no way you could ever admit it, but you knew it was true, no matter how much you didn't want it to be.
Quietly and slowly, so as not to wake your boyfriend, you began rubbing the padding between your legs. Little sparks of pure bliss tickled along your spine, and your mouth fell agape as you breathlessly wanted to moan. You didn't want to wake your boyfriend, but you couldn't stop. You just kept rubbing, and soon enough, you began arching your back and tensing your legs.
As you finished in your soaking wet pull-up, you looked over at him, still sleeping, unaware of how naughty and pathetic his girlfriend was behaving right next to him, all while sharing his bed, no less. He stumbled awake a few minutes later while you sat there in your shame. He found you there, still in bed, still in a puddle that was at least contained to your diaper this time.
"How did it go, sweetheart?" He asked. You looked at him with sad eyes but didn't answer. He felt around your butt and found no wetness, so without even asking, he checked the front of your pull-up with his large, stern hands. The moment he gripped the front of your diaper and gave it a good squeeze, you let out a little gasp as you heard the padding squish in his grip.
"It looks like these held up well," he said while rubbing the front of your padding. He had no idea what he was doing to you, but he was turning your brain into absolute mush. You wanted to say something, anything to make him stop. But then, when he finally did, you found yourself desperate for more. You'd already made yourself cum in your soaked pull-ups, but something ached within you to have him rub you until you arrived once again.
That was the beginning of your new, babyish routine. The few dry nights a week you had dwindled into nothing until you were soaking yourself every day. Each night, he'd help you into your pull-ups. And each morning, you'd wake before him, giving you just enough time to rub yourself in your squishy diapers. The danger of having him catch you and seeing how pathetic you truly were only turned you on more. You were losing yourself in your padding, and the worst part was you didn't want it to stop. It was consuming you, and all you wanted was to sink deeper.
The longer this went on, the more you'd wet, until your pull-ups couldn't hold all your pee anymore. Waking up in a soaked diaper and a wet bed made you feel even more like a helpless baby. And your boyfriend didn't stand for it long. Over the weeks, he'd started talking down to you like a child. So when he showed you your new thick, tape-on diapers with a silly design all over them, you couldn't even act surprised.
The thicker padding kept your sheets dry, even with your larger accidents. But they posed their own problems. Your boyfriend wasn't just helping you step into them anymore. Now, he was laying you on the bed, pulling the padding up between your legs, and taping you into your glorified baby diapers. And every time he changed you into one, you couldn't help but get wet in a different way. You knew he noticed it, but he never said anything, which confused you even more.
And with how thick these diapers were, you couldn't make yourself cum in them just by rubbing the front anymore. You would have had to slip your hand down the front. But your boyfriend taped them up so tight, and they were so crinkly, you were too afraid to try it. So each morning, you'd just sit in bed humping against your hands and not even finishing before he began stirring awake.
One day, while he was changing you into your diaper, your boyfriend stopped with your diaper still untapped. He looked at you, gazing lovingly into your eyes, and you could tell he wanted to say something. "What is it?" You asked.
"Honey," he said, taking a second to pause, as if to carefully consider his words. "I've noticed that your diapers… turn you on." There was no hint of judgment in his eyes, but the shame washed over you all the same. You hid your face in your hands and started crying as he hushed you and cooed at you.
"Baby, baby, it's okay. I don't mind it. I think it's kind of cute, honestly."
"Y-you do?" You managed to squeak out between sobs and sniffles.
He nodded. "Don't get me wrong, I didn't know what to make of it at first. I caught you rubbing them a few times, but I pretended to sleep through it. But lately, I've seen the way you hump your diapers in the mornings, and it's been turning me on, too, seeing you look so desperate like that. I never thought this would be something I was into… or that you'd be into. But here we are."
You couldn't speak. You kept asking yourself if you were in a dream as the world around you began to bob as if stuck in the current of a river. It was like you were a part of the world but distinctly separate from it at the same time. He smiled at you, seeing how desperate you were for him, how every inch of you begged him to come closer.
He left your diaper untapped and crawled into the bed and on top of you. He took the opportunity to slip inside you, and as he did, a burst of pee escaped your bladder and squirted all over him. He didn't turn away. He began thrusting repeatedly into you, and your eyes rolled almost into the back of your head. It was the best sex you'd ever had, and when he was done, he finished inside you and taped you up into your diaper. You could feel the mess he left there leaking out into the padding, along with a few more dribbles of pee.
He laid down next to you and pulled you into his arms. Every sensation in your body was euphoric. And as you stared into his eyes, they looked more soft and tender than they ever had before. "There there, baby girl. You did such a good job for Daddy, little one." The moment the words left his lips, that familiar static shock ran throughout your body, and you slipped further into a place that had been long lost to you, a headspace of complete comfort and quieted thoughts. You knew you wanted to be his little girl forever if you could, and as Daddy held you that night, you knew that the dynamic of your relationship had changed forever, but also for the better. _
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My Strange New Job, an ABDL story, chapters 4-6
Chapter 4
After arriving back to your meager apartment, stripping your pants off and feasting on your well deserved leftovers in just a shirt and diaper, you went to your room to decompress in the most appropriate manner possible…
Dinosaur fights!
Dinosaurs had become the obsession of your little side. A step into your room revealed a setting fit for an overgrown 4 year old boy. You had a shelf stuffed full of plastic dinosaur toys, and another shelf proudly displaying multiple stacks of the same Stone Age diapers by Poof Pants that Mommy changed you into earlier. You had a few stacks of other diaper designs as well, sure, but the majority were Stone Age diapers. In one corner sat a giant orange t-rex stuffie that was multiple feet tall, who you had affectionately named Terrisaurus Rex. (Terri was great for other purposes, too, but not tonight. Mommy had taken care of that earlier with her buzzy wand). You also may or may not sleep with a small green stuffed dinosaur every night.
After an hour or so filled with exhilarating dino battles on the floor of your room, you climbed into bed, feeling quite tuckered out. Sleeping came easy that night, as the diaper that Mommy changed you into seemed to be taped on perfectly, allowing you to easily drift off to sleep once you popped a pacifier into your mouth. That’s one thing you noticed right away today: Mommy J was an expert at changing diapers. You had never been able to get a diaper to fit as snugly on yourself as she had, despite years of regular diaper wearing.
Upon waking up the next morning, your bladder screamed for relief. You emptied into your diaper without a second thought, relishing in the warming sensation. You instinctively stretched and yawned, during which your paci slipped out of your mouth, off the bed and onto the floor.
Ugh, how unfortunate. You begrudgingly arose from your bed, and upon bending over to pick it up, you became aware of how heavy your diaper was. Between the beverages you drank with dinner after work, and the morning pee that was still settling, your diaper was clearly at risk of leaking if you were to wet any more.
You looked at the clock. 9:25 AM. May as well shower, work was soon. In the bathroom, you untaped your diaper and let it fall to the floor with a loud and heavy thump. You balled it up and deposited it into the tiny trash bin by the toilet, which it almost didn’t even fit into. You made a personal vow to take home one of the full-size, odor proof diaper pails that were stocked at work, but the asking price of those would require some saving up.
After showering, you debated diapering up again, but decided against that, as showing up to the store already padded could mean missing out on a masterful diaper change from Mommy before work.
After breakfast, you caught the bus and soon arrived at work. As you approached the store, you noticed that one of the windows had its security bars removed. You could see two full body mannequins laying on the floor behind said window. Inside, you greeted Mommy good morning and were promptly brought to the office to begin the uniform process. Today’s diaper was a Little Learners by Poof Pants, a popular cloth backed option that sported a colorful pattern of ABCs and 123s.
As you watched Mommy J sprinkle powder onto your open diaper, you asked, “Mommy, what’s with the mannequins?”
Mommy J lifted the front of the diaper into place, and taped it closed as she answered, “I'll explain once Ava gets here.” Once again, you were dressed into the Duckie clothing line, as modeling it for customers seemed to drive up sales. You still couldn’t fathom how the denim shorts seemed to make your diaper feel even more exposed than wearing no shorts at all.
As you and Mommy walked back out to the main area of the store, the door beeped and Ava skipped in. “Good morning everyone! What’s with the naked people?” Ava pointed to the pure white mannequins. Mommy J led her to the office to get changed, explaining to Ava that all would be revealed after her uniform was on.
Ava soon emerged, dressed in the same arm warmers, pigtails, thigh highs, pink top and diaper-revealing purple skirt as yesterday. Mommy J also emerged from the office holding a stack of something. “Listen up, little ones! You’ll notice that some mannequins have arrived. They were delivered here this morning. I went through the trouble of unboxing and assembling them, but I would like you two to help out by playing dress up!” Mommy J handed you a folded set of the same Duckie clothes you wore currently, followed by a plain white diaper. She handed Ava her own matching outfit and diaper.
Mommy J continued, “Once you’re done, could you place them so that they’re visible from the outside window? Don’t worry, they’re surprisingly light. Tell you what, do this for me and I’ll worry about the stocking this morning. Finish that before we open, would you please?” You and Ava responded with a collective ‘yes, Mommy’. She smiled a warm smile and left you and Ava to it.
Ava turned to you. “I’m practically an expert at this. I dress up my dollies at home all the time!”
“Oh really? Are any of your dollies 6 feet tall?” You asked, putting extra emphasis on ‘dollies’.
Ava sighed. “If only. I do have a bunny stuffie who’s big enough to fit into a pull-up, but no plastic dolls taller than a foot seem to exist. Still, I bet you don't have any experience putting clothes on plastic bodies, so PTTT!” Ava blew a raspberry at you.
You turned back to Ava. “For your information, I play with dinosaurs, who don’t need any clothes unlike your lame dollies!” You blew a raspberry back at Ava.
Ava chuckled. “Whatever, Dino Dork. Let’s get these mannequins diapered.”
There were two blank faced mannequins, one with a male figure and another with a female figure. Both were laying on their backs, seemingly in preparation to be diapered. You and Ava both began the diapering process by fluffing your respective diapers. You got on your knees and, with some lifting effort, slid the diaper underneath the figure’s butt. His legs were a bit close together, making it difficult to get the diaper pulled up into taping position.
“Stupid legs!” Ava said as she struggled with the female mannequin, “they’re scrunching up the padding!”
“Mine too,” you agreed, “it’s not gonna be easy to make this fit well.”
“Have you ever changed another person’s diaper before?” Ava asked, “because this is much more difficult.”
You thought for a second. “Hmm, come to think of it, no I haven’t. I’ve only changed myself.” You definitely didn’t imagine your first time as a changer would be with a mannequin. “I take it that you have?”
“Yeah,” Ava answered as she finally got around to taping her mannequin’s diaper. “Me and my roommate Randy change each other sometimes. She’s not an adult baby at all, but she’s absolutely obsessed with diapers. She even owns her own changing table and diaper pail!”
You smiled. “Heh, perks of finding a roommate on Fetlife.”
Ava nodded, now putting the clothes onto the mannequin, “Oh absolutely! I was beyond stoked about that when we moved in together. I was admittedly less stoked about her smoking habit. I can’t figure out what stinks more, her cigarettes or her diapers! But hey, I think the table and live-in changing partner make up for it.” She turned to you. “Hey can you help me lift my dollie onto the stand? She’s all dressed.” You helped Ava lift the mannequin and place it onto the stand, displaying it in the front window.
“Looks great! Now, can you help me with these shorts, Ava?” After the two of you practically wrestled with your mannequin to get the denim shorts on, you and Ava mounted and displayed the male figure next to his female counterpart. Even when worn by fake bodies, the Duckie clothes proved to accentuate thick diapers.
Ava pointed at the male mannequin. “I think I found a bigger dork than you!”
You pointed at the female mannequin. “Oh yeah? I bet that her diaper will be cleaner than yours by the end of the day!”
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Mommy J eventually came to the front to activate the sliding door, and praised the two of you for doing such a good job ‘playing dress-up’, which involved a pinch on the cheek to both of you.
Within an hour of opening, there was a steady flow of customers. Some knew exactly where to go, whether it be the Duckie clothing or restocking on changing supplies. Some people, though, asked for directions or your recommendations for products. You even used your experience from yesterday’s ‘buzzy time’ to help recommend a magic wand to some guy!
“Does it work on folks with, you know, guy parts?” He asked rather meekly.
You raised your eyebrows, “Speaking from experience, sir, I can assure you that this pairs VERY well with a wet diaper. You won’t be disappointed.”
The man picked up the box and went over to the checkout. “Uhh, thanks, dude, if you say so.”
You added ‘talked with a stranger about cumming in diapers’ to your brain’s list of things you never pictured yourself doing, right after ‘giving a mannequin a diaper change’.
The most notable visitor today was a woman wearing green running shorts and a sports bra. She was a proclaimed yoga instructor who was looking for the optimal diaper to wear during long yoga sessions. She claimed to be starting a section of themed yoga classes in response to the recent surge of ABDLs popularity. An odd request to be sure, but you and Ava were up to the challenge. You both recommend a cloth backed diaper.
“What does cloth backed mean?” The yoga instructor asked. “I’m new to all this stuff.”
“Allow me to explain!” Ava beamed. She turned to you and pointed at your diaper. “That’s a Little Learners, right?”
You tilted your head. “Yeah, why?”
“Ok, pull your pants down.” Ava said.
“What? Why?” You got nervous.
“Just go with it.” Ava said. You complied and pulled your shorts down to fully reveal your diaper, albeit with the reddest face you’ve ever had.
Ava gave you a thumbs up and turned back to the woman. “So, there are two types of diapers.” Ava lifted her skirt revealing a diaper with fairies printed all over, “mine is plastic backed, meaning the outer shell is plastic. His is cloth backed,” Ava gestured to your diaper, “which is a lot more breathable. Better for an athletic woman such as yourself.”
The woman’s next request took you by surprise. “May I feel them?”
Ava nodded, skirt still lifted. “It’s fine by me!”
You certainly had no objections to a pretty woman feeling your diaper. “Fine by me, too.” The woman reached down and felt your diaper with one hand and Ava’s with the other. You felt her fingers glide across the padded surface. How embarrassing and exciting it was!
“Ohh yeah, I’ll definitely need a cloth backed diaper! I would burn up in the plastic ones!” The yoga lady selected some cloth backed diapers from a medical brand and went to checkout.
Like the engaged woman from yesterday, the yoga lady took up Mommy J’s offer for a ‘private diaper application tutorial’. She later waddled out from Mommy’s office, her neon shorts doing her no favors in regards to hiding her diaper. She expressed her approval and gave the three of you her business card, with the promise of discounted yoga lessons. (She also bought a pacifier that she clipped to her sports bra prior to leaving.)
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All in all, with the addition of a midday diaper change and nap, it was a pretty eventful day!
Much like yesterday, you and Ava were leaning on the conveyor checkout line upon the last customer’s departure. You were desperate for release by this point, and as soon as the last customer walked out you squatted down and released a monster fart, followed by a sizable mess that caked the inside of your diaper.
“What, no toast this time?” Ava asked. “Oh well, I don’t have to poop right now anyway. No denying you’re the yucky one today!”
You shrugged, “Hey, all in a day’s work. Oh, by the way, I think I’ll check out that Boosters joint tonight. That is, if the direct deposit has gone through.” You got your phone out to check.
Ava checked her phone as well. “It should have, normally does by now… yep, I got mine.”
Your bank app opened to reveal that your deposit hit as well. Not a bad payout for only 2 days of work! Five days worth of that pay rate every week seemed to be the cherry on top of an already amazing job. “Yeah, I’ve got enough to go out. Why not, I’ll go!”
Ava clapped her hands in excitement, “Ooh! How fun! You can meet Randy and I can show you what’s good there! Let’s take the bus after our change and buzzy!”
“Buzzies? Is it that time already?” Mommy overheard the conversation and approached you two. “Smells like someone is going to have a messy buzzy today!” Mommy J pulled back your waistband. “Pee-yew! You know things are bad when a mannequin has a cleaner diaper than you!”
“I already made that joke, Mommy!”
Mommy took you by the hand into her office, “Regardless, I think you need to be taken care of first! Come, little one!”
You took one last look back at Ava. “Once I’m done, I’ll wait for you!”
“Sounds good,” Ava called, “we can take the bus there!”
Chapter 5
You were on the changing table getting the buzzy time you had earned after such a long work day. Mommy J stroked the side of your head as she pressed the magic wand into your padded crotch. “Who’s a good baby boy who earned his buzzy time?”
You couldn’t even say so much as ‘I am, Mommy’, as the buzzing throughout your full diaper proved to be too intense. All you were capable of vocally was a series of gasps and grunts.
“Aww, is the baby boy shy?” Mommy cooed. “Maybe this will get you talking.” She pressed a button on the wand and the vibration became even more intense. That adjustment certainly made you say a few things. Well, ‘say’ was a bit of a stretch. I was more like a series of moans. You could feel the climax building up rather quickly at this point. Between the mess caking your bottom, the wet and squishy diaper vibrating intensely against you, and Mommy’s hand stroking your head, you didn’t last much longer and could feel yourself shoot off multiple sticky strands into your already maxed out diaper, coating it and yourself in warm, ooey-gooey cum. With how loud you were, there was no way Ava didn't hear something from outside the nursery office.
Mommy J put the buzzy wand away, and went to a nearby mini fridge, retrieving an amber-nippled bottle full of water. “My, my, you worked up quite a sweat! Drink up while I take care of your diaper, little one,” Mommy placed the bottle in your mouth, which you held up and suckled as Mommy removed your shoes, stockings, and shorts. “I overheard that you and Ava were going to Boosters after this. You should hydrate a bit before having some drinks. I just want my little ones to be safe.” Mommy J placed the stockings and shorts into a nearby hamper, and pulled out a mint green diaper from the changing table. This looked to be the same diaper Ava wore yesterday. “Alcohol can cause accidents, you know, so I can change you into a Magnum as well, if you'd prefer to have some protection for tonight. I already have a pack open anyway.”
Magnum was the top diaper from DryCare, which despite being a medical diaper brand, was popular among ABDLs for having a wide range of solid color diapers with insane liquid capacity. Still drinking your bottle, you nodded at Mommy’s offer to change you into one. There was no way you could pass up the opportunity to experience such a premium diaper.
Mommy J smiled, pinned her nose, and got to work changing your exhausted diaper into a fresh one. Only a seasoned Mommy could make changing a diaper that well-used look so easy. The speed with which your boss was able to rip open your tapes and wipe away any and all yuckyness from your bottom was still impressive to you. Before you knew it, the old diaper was removed, and you could feel the luxurious softness of a Magnum diaper beneath you, followed by a dusting of vanilla scented baby powder on your most sensitive areas. Using the utmost precision, she expertly lifted the front of the diaper up to your belly button before tucking the sides down into place and taping it securely shut. She checked the leak guards on either side, the sensation of her manicured nails on your inner thighs was always a highlight of changing time. The finishing result was a fit that was undeniably secure, while still being comfortable.
By now, you had drained your bottle, which Mommy took from you in order to remove your Duckie shirt to begin dressing you back into your casual clothes. Your normal length shirt and drawstring shorts did a decent job of concealing your padding visually, however the rustling was still quite noticeable as you walked back into the main area of the store, where Ava was leaning on the nearest wall. Ava looked up from her phone at you and smiled mischievously. “Have fun in there?”
You looked away and scratched the back of your head. “Uh, it was alright. Looks like it's your turn, I’ll wait here for you. Mommy heard about our plans and offered me a DryCare Magnum, by the way.”
Ava lit up. “My favorite! BRB, Dork!” Ava took off into the office, and you waited where she stood before. For the record, Ava didn’t seem to be any quieter than you during her own buzzy time.
A short wait later and Ava emerged in her street clothes. Her peach Cinnamoroll shirt and purple lounge shorts proved to be more revealing in regards to her diaper, which was a matching pastel green to yours. “Ok, let's head out!”
The bus stop was luckily only a few hundred yards away, and to the surprise of you and Ava, the bus that arrived displayed a giant ad for the Floofums product line of wipes, powder, and of course, diapers. “See that?” You pointed to the bus, “We’re even getting advertised to now!”
“I love that we’re finally getting positive mainstream attention,” Ava said as the two of you crinkled onto the bus and sat next to each other, “The world is learning that being in touch with your little side isn’t so bad!”
You nodded, “It’s starting to feel like I can finally express myself. Maybe I can wear my more toddler-y outfits out and about.”
Ava turned to you. “What would you wear?”
“I have this one shirt with stars and swirls on it. It looks like it was drawn by crayon. I also have dinosaur shirts. What about you?”
“Lots of pink! And purple! And peach!” Ava gestured at her current outfit. “Bonus points if something has snaps!”
“What’s your little age, by the way?” You inquired.
“I’m definitely a baby. Twenty-one, going on one is how I would describe it. I’ve even been looking into buying a crib. You sound more like a toddler, would I be correct?”
You nodded again. “I’m twenty-four, going on four! I sleep in a big boy bed, and play with plastic big boy toys.”
Ava put her hand up to her open mouth to appear shocked. “For the record, my dollies are much more sophisticated than you might think. They’ve even crowned me as their princess, so it's legally official that I’m royalty. You must refer to me as Princess Ava.”
“Ok, Princess Ava,” you chuckled, “where's your tiara then?”
Ava raised a finger. “At home, actually. No, I’m not kidding either.”
You continued your teasing. “Well, until I see that tiara, I’ll still call you ‘Ava-lanche’. Don't think I forgot about that.”
Ava crossed her arms in protest. “Meanie.”
You gestured to yourself. “If you are the princess, then I am the mighty king, and therefore superior-er than you. King T-Rex if you don’t mind.”
“Well, until I see your crown, you’re still Dino Dork.”
You paused. “Er…Fair enough.” You slumped down in defeat.
Ava changed the subject. “Hey, when we get to Boosters, I recommend ordering the Toddler Tots. Great appetizer. I also get this drink called a Change on the Beach.”
You tilted your head. “Is it like a Sex on the Beach?”
“Yeah, but served in a sippy cup!” Ava pointed out the window, “This is the stop!”
You and Ava ventured off the bus, and a few blocks later you arrived at a black and blue building. The Boosters logo, which had two baby bottle nipples in place of the O’s, was clearly visible. You and Ava walked in to be greeted by the hostess at her podium: a short girl with long blonde hair and a black top that was rather exposing of her chest.
“Welcome to Boosters,” the hostess welcomed, “home of pad-packing portions and bladder-bursting beverages! Table for two?”
Ava waved her hand. “No, just the bar tonight.”
The girl gestured deeper into the restaurant. The bar was at the back wall. “Of course! Right over there!” The two of you waddled past the hostess and into the dining area. On the way, you passed a few members of the wait staff, who wore similar busty black tops with Boosters logos and tiny blue compression shorts. You initially did a double take, as upon closer inspection, the waitresses were all wearing thick diapers that their tight shorts did little to hide.
As you and Ava got close to the bar, Ava yelled out, “Yo, Randy! Time for your diaper check!” A girl in her late 20’s looked up from behind the bar. She had a pixie undercut that was dyed green, black lipstick and fingernails, and an assortment of piercings and tattoos on her face and arms respectively.
“Give me a diaper check, and I’ll return the favor with a gut check!” Randy sneered, before walking out from behind the bar. She was wearing the same outfit as the other waitresses, bulging diaper and all. “Wassup girl!” Randy gave Ava a quick hug, “How was work?”
“Exhausting, just like every Saturday. But hey, I brought the new guy! His name is Dork. Short for Dino Dork.” Ava pointed to you.
Randy looked over to you and gave an upwards nod. “Sup. I’m Randy,” she extended her hand, which you shook. “Short for Miranda. Ava mentioned that the baby store hired someone.”
You introduced yourself to Randy, including your actual name. “That would be me, yes.”
She eyed you up and down. “Don’t look like much of a baby to me. You're just dressed like some guy. For your sake I hope you're padded if you plan on ordering anything here.”
“Oh, don't worry, I got a Magnum on.” You lifted your shirt with one hand and pulled the front of your shorts down with the other, exposing the landing zone of your diaper.
Randy nodded and smiled. “Alriiiiight! Legit! We’re twinning! DryCare is my go-to, although I usually go black.” Randy pulled down the front of her own shorts and gave you an eyeful of her black padding.
Ava piped up, “Tripleting, actually!” She exposed her own diaper.
“OK, looks like we all got good taste.” Randy waved back to the bar. “Now let's get some drinks goin’!”
Chapter 6
“Yeah, I had a really rough time with toilet training. Fucking loathed it, actually. I had accidents well into elementary school. Took even longer for me to start wiping my ass properly.”
Randy was in the middle of explaining the history of her kink from behind the bar as you and Ava enjoyed your oversized, alcoholic sippy cups. An empty plate that once held a serving of loaded Toddler Tots sat between you. Even though it was only the first round of drinks, Ava was correct about Randy making them extra strong, as both you and Ava began sharing quite personal details due to your lowered inhibitions.
You set your first empty cup down. “Yeah, I remember getting in trouble for skid marks a lot as a kid,” you explained. “I think I always secretly liked getting my underwear checked.”
“I wore Goodnites for multiple years,” Ava said as she finished her drink, “I remember I also liked getting them checked every morning. I started wetting on purpose when I started, you know, getting funny feelings down there.”
Randy took the empty sippy cups and began preparing a second round of drinks. “I remember when puberty started, I got the recurring urge to wet my pants. I finally did it one day and that seemed to open Pandora's Box. I kept wanting to pee myself, again and again. Eventually, that led to pooping myself, then stuffing towels into my underwear.”
“I did that too!” You exclaimed. “Man, those were desperate times.”
Ava nodded. “I used up so many rolls of paper towels doing that. My mom somehow never figured out why she ran out of them so fast.”
“Did you ever make one with paper towels and garbage bags?” You asked. Most uncomfortable thing in existence.”
“Worse,” Ava explained, “I cling wrapped it over and over around myself. Removing that after it was wet was absolutely disgusting.”
“I used bath towels,” Randy said as she set down the next round of drinks, “It starts to get really hard to explain the spike in laundry to your mom after a while, especially if it smells like piss or shit. Soon, though, I got my license. I started off with drugstore diapers, yech!” Randy pretended to gag. “Lame ass excuses for diapers! Couldn’t even hold one bladder full! But yeah, by then I figured that whatever fixation I had wasn’t going away. I did some research and found out about omorashi from there.”
Ava giggled mid-sip, “I remember I searched for ‘boys peeing their pants’ online! I didn’t know how to delete my history, either! That was SO embarrassing!”
“My first porn was girls farting compilations,” you said.
“I offered to fart in my first boyfriend’s face.” Randy said, “Didn’t have a boyfriend after that.”
“That’s nothing,” You said, “I asked a girl if I could call her Mommy on the first date.”
“Ohhh!” Randy and Ava both cringed.
“Ok, but anyway,” Randy explained, “I made a profile on an omorashi website. Heard about FetLife there, and joined that, too. That’s when I found out about DL.”
“Are you an AB?” you asked.
Randy shook her head. “Not at all. Just DL. Really, I have a thing for any and all bodily functions. Diapers are just an extension of that.”
“I heard you met Ava through FetLife.”
“Yeah, I made a posting on there about having an extra room in my apartment available. Rent was getting too expensive alone.”
“Why ask on FetLife, though?” you asked.
“Because I didn’t want to hide my fetish at home. It’s the only website where I could reasonably expect to find someone who’s fine with a roommate who’s pants are always soiled in one way or another.”
Ava smiled and held up a peace sign. “That’s where I come in! I needed somewhere to stay after getting a job at an ABDL store that just opened, and Randy was in the same city! I even offered her to work with me!”
“I could never work at Julia’s store,” Randy sighed. She was the first person you knew of to refer to her as Julia instead of Mommy J. “I know all about diapers, but nothing about adult baby stuff. I do get my diapers from there, though. Julia is a wizard at changing diapers, by the way.” You and Ava agreed in unison at that last sentence. By now your second round of drinks were drained, and you half-mindedly let your bladder empty into your diaper.
Randy started a third round of drinks as she continued. “Besides, I found this gig on FetLife not long after. I love drinking, and I love diapers. They naturally complement each other. Oh, hold up,” Randy paused in the middle of mixing drinks and let loose a series of several short farts, “Give me one second, guys, I gotta shit. Here, I’ll let you sickos watch.” Randy faced away from you and squatted slightly, bracing herself on the back shelf that displayed the bottles of liquor. Another fart roared from her butt, however this one was multiple seconds long. The stink filled the bar area quickly. “Hmmmmm-AUGH!” Randy grunted as you got the perfect view of her diaper expanding under the blue spandex shorts. She grunted a few more times, her diaper expanding more and more with each push. Finally, she stood back up and, without missing a beat, continued mixing drinks. “But yeah,” Randy continued, “I like my job as a Boosters Girl. I noticed that I get bigger tips when I’m messy, so I basically get paid to fill my pants with shit and stay in it. Not that I mind.”
“Well, I think my job is cool, too!” Ava argued. “I have to play with pacifiers and cute clothes all day! Plus I have a dork to keep me company now.”
“Why do you keep calling him that?” Randy asked as the third round of sippy cups was served.
Ava stifled laughter. “Oh, well get this! This guy proposed a toast to celebrate loading his diaper.”
You felt yourself turning red, half from the alcohol and half from embarrassment. “Nu-UH! You’re exaggerating! All I did was say ‘cheers’ before I messed myself.”
“Sounds like a toast to me.” Ava teased. “And a dorky one at that.” You blew a raspberry in response.
“Well, hey. How about we raise a real toast?” Randy offered. She poured herself a shot and held it up. You and Ava held your sippy cups up.
“Ok, to what?” You asked.
“Uh… I don’t know. I just wanted an excuse to take a shot.” Randy shrugged.
“I know!” Ava exclaimed, visibly buzzed. “To your SUPER DUPER new job working with the local princess!”
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Later, after the evening had concluded, you and Ava said goodbye to Randy, and took the bus back to your respective apartments. Your stop was earlier than Ava’s, so you said goodbye to her after exchanging numbers. “Text me when you’re home safe” You said as you exited the bus.
Eventually Ava reached her stop, and immediately squatted down upon leaving the bus. Moderately intoxicated and lacking any shame, she filled her diaper, which was already soaked from the multiple rounds of drinks, in plain view of the other passengers exiting behind her. Ava stood back up. “Whew! I was lucky I could hold it for THAT long!” She fanned her nose. “Sorry, folks!” Ava announced with slurred speech, “I should have gone easy on the Toddler Tots! Those always make me potty!” Ava completed her messy walk home. Upon arriving at her apartment, she sent a text declaring her safety, and then promptly collapsed on the couch.
An unknown amount of time had passed before Ava was awoken by the lights in the apartment being turned on. “Oh, hello there!” Randy greeted, “Sorry to wake you. Just got out of work. Couldn't even make it to your bed this time, huh, you lightweight?”
“I know you make those drinks stronger on purpose!” Ava yelled. “You looove getting me drunk for some reason.”
“Well, I hope you’re not too drunk to help me change,” Randy slid her shorts off. “I’m still in the same diaper that I was wearing when you left. If you change me then I’ll change you, because I know the food at Boosters makes you shit yourself, and I can smell it.”
“Deal, hop on.” Ava groggily rose up and over to Randy's changing table, which was strategically set up in the living room next to a window and in view of the TV. Randy waddled over and opened the nearby window before climbing up to get changed. She reached into a side compartment and withdrew a cigarette and lighter.
Ava shook her head. “Why do you insist on smoking every time I change your diaper?”
“I know, I know, I should really quit,” Randy sighed as she lit her cigarette and took a drag while laying on her back. She held it between her index and middle finger, and blew a puff of smoke out the window. “But for your information, this helps to mask the stink of dirty diapers.”
Ava rolled her eyes. “Yeah, masking one stink with another.” She untaped Randy’s diaper and her eyes went wide. “Wow, Randy! You pottied a ton!”
“Pottied? Why do you never swear?” Randy asked before taking another drag. “The worst I’ve heard from you is ‘hell’. Just call it shit like everyone else.”
“Little girls do not swear, Randy! We’ve been over this,” Ava said as she wiped her roommate’s mess away. “As for you, you are both a pottymouth AND a potty pants!”
Randy took another drag. “Easy there, hotshot. The liquor’s gotten you riled up huh? Oh, by the way, blue DryCare Magnum, and extra powder, please.”
“Ok, lift up.” Randy lifted her bottom up, and Ava slid the sky blue diaper under her roommate’s lifted rear before rolling up and depositing the soiled black Magnum into the nearby diaper pail. “Ok, you can place your bum down now.”
Randy settled herself on the fresh diaper. “That’s another one, see!” She took another drag off her cigarette as Ava clouded her crotch with powder “I do not have a ‘bum’! I have an ASS!” She put extra emphasis on the swear.
Ava lifted the front of the diaper up to Randy’s bellybutton. “I know you’re trying to get a rise out of me, and I’ll tell you now that you’re not gonna get it.”
Randy took a long drag. Ava was correct, Randy liked playfully stirring up her roommate whenever she was under the influence. It was just too cute. If cursing wouldn’t get under skin, Randy would have to try something else. She blew another cloud of smoke out the window. “Say Ava, does that new little boyfriend of yours ever swear?”
Ava looked up from fastening the tapes of Randy’s diaper and made eye contact. “Nice try, meanie. He’s not my boyfriend. He’s a major Dork! He’s twenty four and plays with dinosaur toys!”
“Ava please, it’s BITCH, not ‘meanie’. And he likes dinosaurs, so what?” Randy smirked. “You’re twenty one and play with dolls. Seems like the perfect match.”
Ava stamped her foot. “Not the point! He’s not my boyfriend! And your diaper is done.”
“OK, if you say so, he’s not your boyfriend.” Randy took a final drag of her cigarette and looked down. “Hey, not a bad tape job from someone who’s hammered!” She put her cigarette out into a nearby ashtray and patted her fresh diaper. “Man, that was overdue. Ok, your turn!”
The two switched places, as now it was Randy’s turn to change Ava.
Randy pulled off Ava’s shorts. “Ok, but before I take your diaper off, humor me. Do you like him, though?” She asked.
Ava sighed and stared at the ceiling. “It’s that obvious, huh?”
“Yep.”
“OK, fine! I think that he’s adorable, Randy! I can tell that he's so in tune with his little side, and it’s fu- freaking adorable, OK? I just wanna pin him down and grind our diapers together!” Ava got up from the changing table and drunkenly waddled over to her room.
Randy called out, “Hey, where are you going? I haven't changed you yet.”
Ava closed her door. “I’m having too many big girl thoughts! I need to make stickies, and THEN you can change me!”
“Fine!” Randy answered. “But it’s called CUMMING, not making stickies!”
Omorashi/Desperation Stories & Captions
So I've heard recently that some of you would be interested in an index of the stories and captions I've written so far that have omorashi / desperation elements to them. I was actually surprised when I dug back through my archive and found that I haven't written quite as many in that vein as I first thought – a shortcoming that I'm really going to have to remedy!
Anyway, please just be aware that some of the stories on the list below have only a little bit of desperation, or have it mingled with hypnosis or messing or other adjacent kinky ideas. I hope the list is useful regardless. Enjoy!
P.S. A few folks have said they can't access links like those below, but I genuinely don't know why that might be or how to solve it. If anyone does know, feel free to drop some knowledge on me!
Stories:
A Hike with Daddy
When Duty Calls
When You Gotta Go
Decisions in the Dark
Three Good Reasons
Mile High Baby Part 1 | Part 2
Captions:
Aimee's Choice
Lucy in a Bind
Alysse's Padded Evening
Pretty Little Pull-Ups
Mrs. Stratford's New Babysitter Part V | Part VI | Part IX | Part X
Elsie's Thirsty
Bound Beauty
Competing with Naomi
Anya's New Maid
Daphne & Cara, Part XIV
Struggle, Baby, Struggle
Bedtime for Shana
Dirty Little Dolly
Wet for Charlie
Marisol's Big Mistake
Alyssa's Training, Part Two
Ellen's Initiation
Rosie the Pony Maid
A Weekend with Miss Sweeney
Welcome Home, Jared
Employee Training
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