Morning Comforts (18+)

Written by @cradle-quill, feat. images courtesy of @starryprincxss

The first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, revealing bits of dust particles floating through the air. Tara, already awake, sat upright in bed with her legs crossed. Her boyfriend, Leo, slept soundly beside her, laying on his stomach with his head turned toward her. Tara studied every inch of his face. The ways his lips curled as he slept, the way his nose curved toward his brow, sculpting the most handsome man she’d ever laid eyes on. As she watched him breathing gently in his sleep, she wondered how she had gotten so lucky.

Their bedroom was quiet and still, and had been for several hours now. It was as if the whole room were asleep, now being gently stirred awake by the encroaching sun. Whereas the previous night had been cool enough for Tara to get all bundled up, the sun brought with it bits of warmth as it brushed against the little skin Tara left uncovered. The sensation was pleasant, but it wasn’t enough to draw her out of her pink hoodie just yet. She was far too cozy for that, and she wanted to cling to the last moments of early morning while she still could.

She wanted to watch the sunrise, but didn’t want to wake Leo up before he was ready, so she gently lifted herself off the bed and tiptoed out of the room, careful to open the door extra slowly, so as not to make any noise whatsoever. When she closed the door behind her, she was proud of her stealthiness and gave herself a little smirk. Satisfied, she went out to the kitchen, opened the curtains that faced the rising sun, and set to work fixing herself a morning cup of coffee.

It was an almost perfect morning, but there was one small… problem. Except she wouldn’t call it a problem, not exactly. It was more of an… inconvenience. Or really, it was just something new to her. Something she wasn’t quite sure how she felt about yet. With each step she took, each turn of her waist or adjustment of her hips, she felt the unusual sensation of extra padding hugging her body, and heard a light crinkle to match.

Falling asleep in her newfound “underwear” had been… interesting, to say the least. She tossed and turned for a bit, unable to get settled until Leo rubbed her back until she fell asleep. The pull-ups she was wearing, really just glorified diapers with a bit of extra dignity tacked on, had been his idea. Well, mostly. She’d worn them when she was younger, not having fully grown out of wetting the bed until she was in her early teens. But it had been years since then, as she was well into her twenties by now, and thought she had put that vestige of her old life behind her. But when Leo confessed he had a diaper fetish, she had to admit she found the idea intriguing.

She never really disliked the goodnites. She remembered them being form-fitting and soft, kind of like wearing a light pillow while she slept. When Leo told her she’d still fit in them, she didn’t believe him, but low and behold, here she was no, wearing glorified diapers for older kids who still haven’t quite gotten the hang of potty training at night. That was embarrassing enough on its own, without including the fact that her bedwetting had been making a return appearance as of late. It wasn’t anywhere near as often as it used to be, but having to wash the sheets a few times a month was still enough to be a recurring annoyance. So when Leo brought up the subject of trying goodnites again, Tara had to admit there was some practical benefit.

That practical benefit had come in handy overnight. As much as she didn’t want to acknowledge it, she couldn’t help but notice the slight wetness of her padding each time she moved. The pull-up wasn’t soaked; it had more room to wet, but anyone looking at her would immediately know she wasn’t dry. Knowing that not only did she feel like a little girl, but she looked like one, sent her synapses firing with all kinds of conflicted feelings.

Still, she wanted to give it all a fair shot, so she stuck it out and waited for Leo to wake up before she would change, as they had agreed. Which meant Tara had plenty of time to finish making her morning coffee. Once it was done, she poured two shots of creamer and let three sugar cubes dissolve in it, stirring her drink while she watched the sun crest over the canopy of trees on the horizon.

The sight absorbed her, taking in every inch of her being and soothing it as her thoughts melted away. She stirred her coffee, then took a gentle sip, careful not to burn her lips, before mindlessly going back to stirring once again. This continued for some time, until the sun had fully risen over the trees, and the morning dew glistened in its beaming rays.

A sense of fulfilling peace spread through her chest as she took a deep breath in through her nose, holding it there and letting it linger, as if all time around her stopped with it. The only other sense she noticed was a sudden twinge in her bladder, the same one she remembered learning to listen to all the way back when she was potty training.

Everything in her, every piece of who she was now as an adult, told her to go take the silly pull-up off and use the toilet like a big girl. But one small sliver of a dissenting voice whispered in the back of her mind, telling her not to move an inch. It told her to stay there, to bask in that wonderful moment she was experiencing, and to let all her worries wash away, to let go of them and release them into the void. Against her better judgment, Tara let that voice win.

As she exhaled, letting go of that long-held breath, she let go of something else, too. She relaxed all her muscles, letting go of all the tension she’d been holding onto, all the stress and worries of adult life. The fear of being judged, the illusion that she had to live up to the invisible expectations of an ever-judging society, one that she knew couldn’t even see her in that moment. She gave it all up, and let it wash away, just like the voice had told her. And as she did, it all flowed right between her legs and into her diaper.

As she felt the warmth spreading all around her, cutting through the stillness of the cool morning air, she recognized that voice from before. One that had been lost to her for so long, one that she had forced down into a place she would not allow herself to hear. It was her, her truest, most innocent and pure self. A child with no cares, no worries about living up to a version of herself she didn’t even have in her head back then. For the first time in years, she let it come free, and against the backdrop of that beautiful morning, she was at true peace.

That’s when she heard another voice come from behind her, though this one was far more familiar. It was Leo’s, asking her what she was doing. And right as he said those words, all the fear and tension welled back up inside her again, like a ball of flames that she had to force back with her own hands.

“N-nothing,” she said as she placed her coffee mug on the counter and quickly covered herself with her hands, pulling her hoodie down to hide the obviously wet diaper.

Leo looked back at her and just smiled. He approached her gently, like a man offering his hand out to a doe, and when she didn’t startle, he reached out and stroked his hand across her hair. “It’s alright, honey. You don’t have to hide anything from me.”

Her breath had caught in her throat, but with those words, she breathed again, tentatively. But with each stroke of her hair, the panic that had risen inside her melted away once more.

“Are you absolutely sure? We can just... pretend this never happened. Like we never had the idea, and we can just go about our normal lives.”

Leo’s smile further softened, and he reached his hand down to the bottom of her hoodie, where it hid her diapered state. A little jolt flew through her body, and she clutched her hands tighter against her one piece of clothing, to her one piece of dignity. Leo loosened his grip.

“I won’t you to do anything, my love. If you want me to let go, and you want to head upstairs and change out of it, and never acknowledge it again, then that’s what we’ll do. You get to set the pace here, and there’s no wrong answer. I will respect your wishes either way, and I won’t be upset with you if that’s what you decide. But just know that I’m okay. We’re okay. I’m not ashamed of you, or embarrassed to be with you. You aren’t disgusting, and there’s nothing wrong with you. I’m right here with you, every step of the way. So whatever you want to do, I’ll be right here, with a hand ready to hold and a shoulder ready to lean on.”

Tara thought about it for some time. She trusted him. She knew he was being honest with her, that he would never shame her or make her feel like a poor excuse for a partner for whichever decision she made. But despite knowing that, it was still so embarrassing to be seen the way she stood there before him. What if there was no going back? What if he never saw her as an actual adult ever again? But worse than those things, what if she liked it? What if she wanted him to see her this way? Like a helpless child who’d had an accident, and who needed to be cleaned up and taken care of. She had to decide one way or the other. But as she looked into Leo’s eyes, his gentle, loving face smiling back at her, she knew it would be okay. That no matter what she picked at this time, he wouldn’t hold her to it. She could always change her mind later, and he would be there for her, to love and support her no matter what.

Tara took one final deep breath, and then slowly lifted her hoodie up to reveal her now soaking wet pull-up. Her pee had stained it all up the front and the back, and while it wasn’t leaking, drops of condensation dripped from the front of the cloth-backed material. Her heart pounded, and her face burned with a blazing heat.

Leo just kept smiling. He moved his hand forward, gesturing at her diaper, and Tara gave an embarrassed little nod. When he felt the front of her diaper with a squish, Tara couldn’t help but let out a small moan. He pressed his hand harder between her legs, and felt the padding give way as trickles of pee fell down her legs, running across his fingers and palm.

“It looks like somebody had quite the accident, isn’t that right, sweetie?”

Tara nodded once more, unable to find any words.

“That’s alright honey, you don’t need to speak,” Leo said, as if reading her thoughts. “You can just stand there and be my pretty little girl while Daddy checks your diaper. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Tara offered a little whine of approval, and Leo’s smile grew into a condescending but sweet smirk. “That’s what I thought, kiddo. Now, do me one favor before Daddy takes you upstairs to change you.”

“Wh-what’s that, Daddy?”

Leo lifted her almost finished mug of coffee and handed it back to her. “Hold this and turn around again. I want to see that perfect image one more time.”

She did as she was told, half-turning her body and popping her hip for him while she looked back toward the man she loved, her eyes inviting him to continue. That feeling of serenity and calm was gone now, but a burning desire deep within her had replaced it. It longed for him; it needed him, every bit of him, to be with her.

As he smiled at his beautiful little diaper model, he smiled even wider than before and said, “There we go. That’s my good little girl.”

And from then on, she was.

25 Going on 2 (NSFW 18+)

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

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

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

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

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

She blushed furiously and wished it weren’t true.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“You still haven’t showered?” April asked. “They’ll be here in half an hour!”

I never understood why she felt the need to throw an ‘Easter’ party. That’s something done for families, not a bunch of her girlfriends. I refused to ask her about it, though. After all, it was she who made the rules around here.

“I’m sorry,” I said, hanging my head. “Got a little distracted.”

“Just hurry,” she sighed, frustrated, but still managing a smile. “How’s your diaper?”

“A little wet,” I shrugged, “seems a shame to waste…”

“It’s okay,” April giggled, “I got you some more yesterday. Pants down.”

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She squeezed the front of my soggy diaper, laughing a bit. “A ‘little’ wet,” she scoffed mockingly, quickly pulling the tapes off one by one until the diaper plopped to the floor with a dull, crinkly thump!

Her nails wrapped around my purple, swollen balls, jiggling my cage back and forth so that it clanked and rattled. “D’aww!! Poor wittle purple pee pee!” she cooed.

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She picked the yellowy pink diaper up off the floor, balling it up and taping it into a compact orb.

“Shower. Now.” She told me in her stern voice, “No funny business. I need you in and out pronto!” She gave me a sharp smack on the ass to get me moving. I yelped, scampering down the hallway. But she didn’t give me the diaper. She usually always makes me handle the diaper. Come to think of it, she hadn’t made me throw my own diaper away in quite some time.

As I made my way down the hall, a wall of stench practically smacked me in the face. The laundry room just so happened to be where we kept my used, soiled diapers. A quick glance inside showed the diaper bin absolutely overflowing. No wonder it stunk so bad. My little creations were starting to become quite ripe outside of the plastic of the diaper genie. I pinched my nose, leaning over to get them back in the bag so they could stop smelling up the house, I didn’t exactly want April’s friends getting a whiff of my–

“I’ll handle that.” April said, scaring the bejeezus out of me. I jumped, startled. She stood behind me in the doorway, arms crossed. “Let it get a bit full, did we?”

I knew she was talking about me letting it become overflowing. It is my job to take it out when it gets bad, but I honestly didn’t realize it had gotten this far.

“I’m sorry!” I apologized again. Usually this kind of thing led to a firm spanking, which I wasn’t exactly in the mood for right now, but she just shrugged nonchalantly.

“It’s okay, silly babies can’t always remember their responsibilities. I’ll take care of it. Now. Get. In. The. Shower!”

I bustled off before she could change her mind. What has gotten into her? I could hear her fussing with the crinkles of the diapers and plastic before I flicked on the water. I kept it cold to ease my aching balls, but soon turned it back to hot to relax my nerves. I always get a little anxious when April’s friends are coming over. All of them are so bright and beautiful. It’s hard to be in their presence without getting a little…flustered. April knows it too, that’s why she invites them over as much as she can.

I found myself getting a little worked up again. This fucking itch throbbing inside my cage that was impossible to scratch. I squirted a little body soap into my hand, making sure to keep the water from washing it away. I reached behind me and coated my crack with it, gently pressing my finger into my little button. Putting something up my ass would not have been my first choice at the moment, but since I didn’t have another option, I figured this had to be the next best thing. The soap made it burn a bit, but I didn’t care, this was the only way I could get a bit of relief...or maybe it was just working me up more. I quickly worked a second finger in and was pumping them in and out of my ass when the shower curtain ripped back.

“Whatcha doin?” April grinned. I quickly straightened and popped my fingers out, but it was obvious I was caught in the act. “I told you: no funny business!”

I stuttered as I grasped for an excuse, but none came. I was in big trouble.

But once again, she didn’t seem to mind. “Get out and dry off.” she said, tossing me a towel. “Your clothes are on the bed.”

She left without another word.

I was waiting for her to reappear around the corner with her hairbrush or a paddle. Perhaps this was a late April Fool’s joke (again, no pun intended). She was lulling me into a false sense of security only to really bring it on later. But nope, nothing. I tiptoed through the house with trepidation. Turning into the bedroom, I immediately stopped in my tracks.

Laid across the bedspread was a frilly little dress. It was canary yellow with accents of pink and white fringe.

Next to it was a diaper I’d never seen. It was, admittedly, quite cute, with pink and purple accents and stars around a little bunny on the front.

“Do you like it?” April asked, startling me once again.

“I…yes.” I confessed. I really did. “But not for today.”

“Why not? It’s Easter!” she proclaimed.

“But your friends are coming over.”

“So what? They know you wear diapers and dresses.”

I gulped at that, flushing in shame. I wasn’t particularly proud of the fact that her friends were in on my little secret, but it was one of the stipulations for April to agree to the whole ‘diaper’ thing.

“Ok, fine.” I sighed, changing tactics, “But they’ve never seen me in diapers and dresses.”

“Sure they have.” April said simply.

My stomach dropped again. “What??”

April laughed and rubbed my naked shoulder affectionately. “Honey…you don’t think I could tell them something like that and not show them a few pictures, do you?”

I shivered in shame, or was that just a very violent cringe? I decided not to ask her which ones she showed them. I was better off not knowing.

“They thought the video of you twirling in your sundress was adorable!” she told me with a smile. “They also think you’re cuter than Ella.”

Oh god.

Ella was what April liked to call my sissy ‘gurlfriend’. We have gotten together for quite a few…playdates. Oh fuck! I hope she didn’t show them videos of me and Ella–

“On the bed, sweetheart.” April said, patting the mattress and picking up the diaper. “We need to get you ready!”

******

“Aren’t you the cutest!!” Daisy cooed, pinching my cheeks.

“The pigtails are just adorbs!!” Brooke admired, curling them in her fingers.

Lily laughed, “Is his diaper wet? I wanna see his diaper!!”

They all turned to April expectantly, who just smiled like a proud mother. “Show them, sweetheart.”

It seemed like a pointless endeavor, the bottom of my diaper could easily be seen beneath my dress, but the girls–including April–relished in my humiliation. So I obliged them, lifting the hem of my skirt and exposing my diaper to their ooo’s and aaahhh’s.

“Is he wet?”

“I think so!!”

“Already?” April asked, aghast, “I just changed him!”

Like 30 minutes ago. I thought, as if that would save my dignity. I had plenty of room left though, there was no need to change me.

“There’s no need to change him right now,” April said to my relief. Having my diaper open and exposed in front of four beautiful women would be quite humiliating. If only I knew what was to come…

“Is it time for the Egg Hunt yet?” Daisy asked impatiently.

April’s smile looked a little too mischievous for my taste. “It sure is!”

They made me get down on my hands and knees, shepherding me along until I made it to the backdoor. The light burned my eyes as the sunlight peeked through the open door. If it weren’t for my thigh-high stockings, the concrete of the patio would have scraped up my knees.

“Today is a special day for you, sweetheart!” April said, “You get the chance to have your cage unlocked!!”

My ears perked up, suddenly I became much more attentive.

Lily brandished a woven Easter basket—a rather large Easter basket—setting it down in front of me.

“I have hidden the key in one of your used diapers.” April explained, “and have hidden those diapers around the yard.”

Scanning the landscape, I started to notice hints of white, colorful, taped-up diapers scattered around. I didn’t have long to look though, my attention was quickly drawn to Brooke and Daisy pulling my arms behind my back. There was a clinking of chains, and soon my wrists were cuffed together. To make matters worse, I felt my hands being stuffed inside of what I recognized to be locking mittens.

“You have 10 minutes to gather as many ‘eggs’ as you can.” April explained. “Any eggs you fail to retrieve after the allotted time will be forfeited.”

I wanted to protest, to say something clever or ask questions that would get me an advantage, but before I could even utter a word, April had her phone out.

“Your time starts…now!”

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Thank you to @misterwitts for providing such an awesome diaper pail photo, and for everyone who was kind enough to submit a photo. If you'd like to read the rest of this story, you can find it on my Patreon. Happy Easter, Ramadan, or whatever it is you choose to celebrate! Cheers!

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kinkyberen

5 years ago

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

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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