“Relax. Have A Seat If You Like. Of Course, I Have Some Rules. Little Boys Must Wear Diapers If They

“Come sit next to me baby, I need to tell you something.

There’s a reason these things are happening to you. The wet pants, the premature cumming, the losing control...theyre all connected.

And it’s because of me. I’ve been doing it all. Don’t be upset, I think this is really what’s best for you. You’ve always been a bit of a submissive type, I’m just pushing you deeper into that well.

Now, I can completely take control. You can call me mommy, I can change your diapers and make sure you get plenty of sexual release. How does that sound?”

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

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

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

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

Na-na-na-na-na! You’re stuck in diapers! Hahaha! I love seeing you reduced to this. It’s amazing what the regression centers can do, isn’t it honey? I didn’t realise how powerful hypnosis could be. You’re basically just a big baby now!

Awww, you don’t think so? You think you’re still a man? You’re still a grown-up? That’s funny, because I didn’t realize grown men still sucked their thumbs. I didn’t realize they walked with a silly toddle wherever they went. I didn’t realize they spoke in an adowable baby voice all da time. And I definitely didn’t realize they squatted down and made stinkies in their diapers while their girlfriends talked to them!

Hahaha! You actually couldn’t tell, could you?! Oh my God, this is perfect. You were messing your diapee without even knowing it! Sorry honey, but your days as an adult are over. Sending you to the regression center was the best decision I ever made. Cry all you like stinky pants! These changes are permanent.

“Yeah, that’s right. This is exactly what it looks like, baby. It’s a diaper - a nice, big, thick diaper, especially made just for big girls like me. Bet you didn’t expect to come home and see this, now, did you?

“Oh, don’t try to deny anything, baby; I know all too well what you’ve been doing when I wasn’t looking. I found your search history…all those lovely little searches for “bitches in diapers” and “girl pissing her pants” and “diapered woman blow job”… You’re definitely a dirty-minded little boy, aren’t you? Yeah? Don’t lie to me, honey - you’ll only make things worse!

“Now, listen, honey. I don’t mind you being kinky, not one bit. I just don’t ever want you to be sneaking those kinky things around behind my back, okay? I’m willing to help satisfy you too; if a great big diaper wrapped around my butt is the way to do it, why then we’re in business! There’s just one little thing, baby… I don’t want you to be having all the fun, you see. We’re equals in this relationship, remember, and my pleasure is just as important as yours…

“Why don’t we put it like this, baby? If you want to see me, your sweet and sexy girlfriend, all dressed up in a diaper like those girls you saw online, tell me now, and I’ll put this on right now while you watch…and then I’ll give you a blow job, just like I know you love. Yep, I promise! Ooh, you like that idea, don’t you? Hah, I thought you would, you dirty boy! But there’s a catch, baby. There’s no free lunch, you see…

“It’s simple! Whenever I do that for you, you’re going to have to agree to reverse things for me the very next day, okay? So tomorrow you’ll be the one in the diaper, and you’ll be the one pleasuring me with that sweet little tongue of yours, and I’ll be the one cumming and moaning while you obediently please me, locked away in that great big diaper of yours… Yep, that’s how gender equality works for us, baby! And if you don’t like that idea, then there’s no problem. I can throw this silly thing away and we’ll never speak of it again - though of course I’ll put a child lock on your account to keep you from ever searching that kind of stuff online again…

“No? You don’t want that? You really want me to put this thing on right now? Hmm…such a dirty, kinky boy! Now I’m genuinely wondering - are you more turned on at the thought of me being all babied and humiliated just for you? Or are you maybe looking forward to being my little baby fuck toy tomorrow? Hah, well, never mind. Weird or not, I think I’m actually going to enjoy this either way!”

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“I really enjoyed going out with you tonight.” you said.

“Me too.” she replied. “And thanks for the lift.”

“You’re welcome.”

As the two of you stayed silent in the car, you were thinking of going for a kiss. Something to sweeten the evening and complete the perfect date.

“Would you like to come in?” she asked. A surprise to be sure, but a welcomed one. Suddenly, your hopes became a bit more ambitious than a kiss.

You two went inside. It was a sparsely decorated, but clean apartment. 

“Make yourself at home. I just need to feed the fish. Fishy! Fishy! Fishy!”

You thought it was cute how she would bend over and coo and talk to the fish as if they were kittens. As you looked at her, you saw that her shirt had pulled a bit. And that, because she was bending, her jeans had slipped a tiny bit. All that to say, you could see her underwear. Pristine white, surprisingly big… and Oh. My. God. That’s a diaper. You were dating a diaper girl. Now you were really getting your hopes up. It was such a thick diaper. Worst case scenario must be that she’s incontinent or something. 

You were so busy trying to calm yourself down and reel yourself from the discovery that you hadn’t realized that she’d gone quiet. She wasn’t cooing at the fish anymore, she was straining to relieve herself. Letting out, every so often, a low-pitched moan that meant the was putting in some effort. No need to worry, you were going to find out her present for you soon enough.

Photo credit: Alyssa from DiaperedOnline.com

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Anime & Manga

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

Boku no Hero Academia

Jujutsu Kaisen

Haikyuu!! -1

SK8 the Infinity

Attack on Titan +8

Naruto -1

One Piece +1

Mo Dao Zu Shi -2

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure -6

Tokyo Revengers

19 Days -1

Hetalia +5

Sailor Moon -2

Tian Guan Ci Fu +24

Fruits Basket -6

Death Note +2

Fullmetal Alchemist -3

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba -3

Inuyasha -7

Yuri!!! on Ice +9

Mob Psycho 100 -5

Bungou Stray Dogs -7

Hanyō no Yashahime

Chainsaw Man

Yu-Gi-Oh! +5

Hunter X Hunter -6

Wonder Egg Priority

Beastars -24

Bleach -6

Fairy Tail -11

Osomatsu San +18

Black Clover -4

Neon Genesis Evangelion +14

Vanitas No Carte

The Promised Neverland +11

Banana Fish +3

Horimiya

Soul Eater +5

Boruto: Naruto Next Generations -15

Digimon Adventure -15

Berserk

The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System

Dorohedoro -21

Diabolik Lovers -8

Given -13

Kuroshitsuji -11

Noragami -20

Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun

Higurashi

Painter of the Night

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

“Hehe, you didn’t know what you were getting…ugh…yourself…ugh…into…prfff…did you?”

Jacklyn was giddy with excitement. She had raised her dress to show you her diaper. You were stunned when you saw the bulge appear and the diaper grow yellow. How could you have thought that this cute girl was a grown and sexy woman? Something evidently not the case. The date had gone extremely well. She did invite you back to her house, didn’t she? That her parents were there was the first sign that something was wrong. The second was when she immediately, and publicly, changed out of her big girl clothes upon arrival into a little girl’s dress. Meanwhile, “Mommy” checked her and decided Jacklyn needed a change. Then, Mommy decided that you needed a change, because:

“Little boys should be in diapers" and that she “didn’t want any accidents.” It didn’t matter that both you and Jacklyn were in your twenties.

So there you were, in just a diaper and a t-shirt, in Jacklyn’s nursery. 

“Give it a try.” Jacklyn said. “I like you and if you want, you can stay. You won’t have to work, my parents will take care of everything. We can still go out and do grown-up things whenever we want…or stay in and do grown-up things whenever we want. What do you say? Wanna be a baby?”

She’d never been put in a diaper so thick, before. It was simultaneously fascinating and mortifying.

She just couldn’t control her curiosity, rubbing her hands over the outside. It never had occurred to her that a diaper could force her thighs so far apart that she couldn’t help but waddle like an oversized toddler. Or that a diaper could so effectively prevent her from feeling anything through it, despite her burning bottom and her (surprisingly) wet and wanting princess parts.

As fascinating as her new diaper was, the threats her Daddy made as he prepared, powdered and applied her new diaper, while she could only sniffle, made her far more fearful than curious. Would he really make her stay in them until they were completely soaked, through and through, even if it took a whole day? Was he really going to make her go out to a movie with just this outfit and diaper on under her coat? There’s no way he would actually take her to their favorite restaurant, the one where the waitstaff knew their names, and make her sit at the bar, right?

While she knew she hadn’t been supposed to play her toy, much less make cummies in her diaper last night, surely this was far too severe a punishment, wasn’t it? Even if she had also played and made cummies in her diapers earlier in the week, a few times, when her Daddy was either out or busy, she had already gotten spanked for those (though he hadn’t used that damned hairbrush like he did this time…) and had her toy taken away, so she can’t be punished for them again; that just isn’t fair!

She did supposed that lying to Daddy about last night was extra naughty, and demanding that he leave her be while calling him a monster wasn’t really the most appropriate way to handle her upcoming punishment, but did that invite such harsh discipline? Still, she realizes that, as naughty as she has been, Daddy probably hadn’t intended to make her do those things.

That is until she uttered those rather foolish last words: ”You wouldn’t dare!”

Game Over

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.

Parker slapped his bedwetting rewards sheet on the glass countertop like he’d played a royal flush.

My stomach tightened into a knot.

The clerk glanced at the paper, then up at Parker, then through Parker and into the middle distance. “Reading rewards are redeemed at the pizza barn,” he said in a monotone. “One personal pan pizza with a single topping, excluding sausage and bacon. Not redeemable for anything from the prize counter. Not redeemable for cash. Not—” 

“Do I look like I’m in elementary school to you?" Parker interrupted. "I’m not in the reading program.” He turned around and shot a ‘can you believe this guy’ face at me because somehow being part of a diaper rewards program was less embarrassing than a reading program in his mind.

Parker jabbed his finger on the logo at the top of the sheet. A diaper with a crown on it. Then he pointed at a vinyl banner with the same logo on it that hung, half-obscured by poorly stitched elephant and zebra stuffies, on the wall behind the counter. “Royal Rumps Rewards,” it read in a blocky font. 

When I heard the words ‘Royal Rumps Rewards’ I wished my hoodie was the Big Daddy suit from Bioshock, insulating me from judgments and the sneering laughter of those in earshot. Or at least what I’d imagined they’d say. Not Parker. This was his superpower: he was fundamentally incapable of feeling shame or embarrassment. I suspected he’d done some arcane ritual that transplanted all his anxiety and self-consciousness into me at birth. 

I scanned the room, ears perked up for half-whispered laughter and pearl-clutching questions.

“Royal Rumps? Is that the diaper brand for adults?” 

“You must suck at games to wear diapers for prizes.”

“Is he wearing one now? I think I see some extra padding in his jeans.”

I didn’t hear anything like that. Not out loud, at least. Hearing them in my head was bad enough. 

The clerk turned and looked at the Royal Rumps banner as if seeing it for the first time. “Oh, right. Forgot about that.” He turned over his shoulder. “Clara, we have a couple of guys here for the weird diaper thing.” 

I drew my hoodie strings tight again. 

Clara was a senior citizen by Slice Shak staff standards. Early 30s with a smattering of 1990s pop culture buttons on her vest. She wore a strained smile. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail so tight it served as a facelift. She took a laminated sheet out of a drawer. “Diaper Partner Program,” it said simply at the top. 

“You’ll have to excuse Aden. It’s his first week. We’re proud of our partnership with Royal Rumps, aren’t we, Aden?” 

Aden grunted. I preferred Aden’s response to this whole thing. Wearing diapers when you didn’t have to, strictly speaking, was kinda weird. Dancing around it just felt patronizing. Condescending. 

“Show her your sheet, man,” Parker said. 

I slid my sheet onto the counter and stepped back. Parker could serve as the spokesman. I would’ve been happy—thrilled, even—to stay home and let him bring my sheet in with his, but that was against the rules. Or so Parker said. He was probably telling the truth; he didn’t hesitate to break a rule if he could get away with it. But he also hated doing anything alone. It was like he’d cease to exist if he didn’t have an audience. 

“Alrighty, let me look at these,” Clara said. She pulled out a calculator and ran her finger down Parker’s sheet, noting the unbroken rows of crescent-moon-with-a-raincloud stickers set against the night-sky background. She flipped the sheet over and continued to run her finger down that side, punching numbers into the calculator. “Wow. A perfect two months. That’s 500 points. Nice work, sweetie.” 

‘Sweetie.’ Was that part of the script as stipulated by Royal Rumps? Or was it impossible to look at someone who proudly admitted they woke up in a wet diaper every morning and not call them sweetie, cutie, or baby?

Parker snorted. 

“And do you solemnly swear, as a Knight of Castle Crinkle, that your account of your adventures in bedwetting is the truth?” Clara asked. 

‘Adventures in bedwetting.’ Royal Rumps loved that phrase. They plastered it all over their website and marketing materials. They even had an app—a mobile game of sorts—with that title. You filled in this cartoony map of a medieval fantasy land, accruing XP as you used your diapers. 

Parker stared at Clara, then he looked behind himself meaningfully. The line of impatient patrons grew by the minute. I could sense annoyance that we were taking so long. “Of course we did. I’m not a liar.”

Clara peeled a sticker off the Diaper Partner Program sheet and pressed it against Parker’s chest. A stylized diaper with a golden crown and “Nappied Knights,” with the ‘k’ tilted off at an angle. “Thanks for sharing your journey back into bedwetting with us.” 

She turned to me. “Now, let’s look at yours.” She ran her finger down my sheet, flipped it over, and did the same thing. “Excellent. 497 points. Great job.” 

“Wait, what?” Parker said. “There should be 500 points. Check again.” 

Clara’s strained smile faltered for half a second. “Yes, well, if you look here, there’s a day missing.” She pointed at the blank spot on the chart. A tiny blue-black square in a sea of stickers. 

“Bro,” Parker said to me. 

I shrugged.

He turned to Clara. “I’m sure it was a mistake. Can’t we just put a sticker on there and call it good?” 

Clara shook her head. “‘fraid not. That’s specifically forbidden in our agreement with Royal Rumps.” 

“See, but the thing is, we need 1,000 points for the drone. What if we throw some tickets in the mix?” He leaned forward and rested his fists on the countertop, favoring Clara with his cockiest grin. “I’m a wicked shot at skee ball.” 

“No combining offers,” Aden interjected.

Parker shot him a withering glance. 

“What about the boombox,” Clara said. She pointed at the dusty box. “That’s only 750 points. Or the MP3 player. That looks nice, right? You can put a bunch of songs on that thing.” 

“I have an Iphone. I don’t need a fucking MP3 player, Clara.” He spat her name like it was a curse. 

Clara’s professional smile evaporated. “Then I suppose you’ll need to come back tomorrow. Oh, wait. The half-off discount ends today. That’s a shame. I guess your ‘adventures in bedwetting’ will need to continue for another two months. Give or take a few nights.” She stared down Parker. He looked like he was ready to vault over the countertop and strangle her.

The chatter behind us had dropped to a low, whispery murmur. We were moments from brazen snickers. Pointing fingers. Frantic, emoji-laded texts to friends about the freaks holding up the Slice Shak line. 

I elbowed Parker’s arm. “Come on. Let’s go. ” 

He snatched his sheet off the countertop and stormed off, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like ‘uptight bitch.’ 

I grabbed my sheet. I considered apologizing to Clara. But that’d mean another few seconds in line. 

She beat me to it with a “Thank you for sharing your journey back to bedwetting with us.” She mashed a sticker onto my chest. A diaper with a pirate hat and a saber floating off to one side. Beneath it: “Sailing the Soggy Seas.” 

I gave her an awkward smile, mouthed ‘sorry,’ and walked away.

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