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Whoa! That was a loud one. Did somebody just make a big poopie for his first date?

Don’t be shy about it. I was really hoping I’d get a nice number 2 today. Most guys take weeks before they break the poop barrier. I’m more into guys who really know their way around a pamper. We met for a reason right? MDLB means good boys use their diapers for Mommy.

Good thing we have time before the movie. This mall has great mothering rooms. Very private. I can change you and feed you some boobie milk before the show. These puppies are ready to pop! What a great first date! I can’t wait to see the present you made me.

I do have to warn you that dirty, stinky diapers make me really really horny. So you might get to 3rd base today as well LOL! Or whatever me sucking you off during a dirty diaper change in a public place is in a baseball terminology. I never was good at sports. I’ve had these ladies since I was 13. I was more into babysitting.

Poor Bella squirmed, she knew full well what the contraption she was strapped into was for. Her work colleague had found out Bella's secret submissive desires when they both ended up at a fetish night the week before. Bella couldn't believe it when Janice, the disgusting old lecherous woman in her HR department had walked in, dressed in PVC and leading a girl in her 20s on a leash, grinning hungrily when she spotted Bella across the room in lingerie looking like a deer in headlights. Bella had begged the woman not to tell anyone she was here, exploring her secret submissive desires, and the older woman had agreed - on one condition. Bella was to become her toy the following weekend.

One week later, Bella found herself at the HR manager's house, dressed up like a cheap whore.

"Now now, sit still Bella, or else I'll be telling everyone else in the office what a dirty little submissive freak you are." Bella whimpered at Janice's words, as the large woman scooted up onto the stool, and hiked her skirt up, allowing the fabric to fall over Bella's head.

Bella felt wet thighs wrap around her as she was pulled in until her nose pressed against Janice's sex, thick matted curls of pubes tickled Bella's nose and her face was immediately drenched in a mix of pussy juice and sweat from the dominating woman.

"Eat me you little slut" Janice ordered, reveling in her control. She pulled out her phone and began recording, lifting her skirt for a moment to get a nice face shot of Bella sucking on her clit, mascara smeared on her cheeks as she obeyed.

Yes Bella had only agreed to this weekend, but soon enough the poor girl would be signing a contract keeping her wrapped around Janice's finger for the rest of her career.

Janice nearly came at the thought, but pushed the girl's face away just in time to hold off. She wanted to savour this submissive little tart's downfall for a little longer first.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Janette was being punished for being rude to her stepmother and throwing a tantrum. She had been forced into a short pink dress and diapers with pink plastic pants over them. Worst of all her stepmother wouldn’t let her use the bathroom and made Janette hold it in when she had to go potty. It was becoming ridiculous as she hadn’t been to the bathroom all day and Janette was becoming desperate when her stepmother announced they were going on a trip. Janette was made to sit in a child’s car seat in the back of the car and they were off on their trip. When Janette asked where they were going she was shocked to hear they were visiting her real mom. Her mom lived four hours away, there was no way she could hold on that long. She was right as half way through the journey Janette found herself crying as she finally had to let go and pee herself in the back of the car. It was so wet and warm and disgusted Janette. She was no better than a real baby now with a wet diaper on. But her pain wasn’t over yet as she didn’t just need to pee. “I’ve wet myself like you wanted, now can we please stop at a bathroom somewhere so I can get this diaper off. I need to go number two as well,” Janette said to her stepmother as they drove down the highway. “Silly girl,” her stepmother replied, shaking her head. “You aren’t getting changed until we get to your old mommy’s house and as for your poopy, you’re wearing a diaper aren’t you?” The answer terrified Janette who was left crying in her wet diaper. An hour later with another hour to go Janette couldn’t hold on any longer and proceeded to poop in her diaper. It all happened very quickly, one moment she was holding on and then she felt a hot mess slide out of her butt. It was very squishy and stank up the car really quickly. All Janette could do was cry more as her stepmother said, “Well who’s a stinky girl? Don’t worry baby, I’ll get your old mommy to help me change your dirty bottom when we get to her house.”

Table of Contents

My stories tend to be long and multi-chaptered, so I figured it would be helpful to put together a quick way to find them here. If you are looking for all of the parts of a particular story, I always tag them with their title, so you can search that way. There are also links in each story to previous and next chapters (if they exist). Otherwise, the links and a little summary of each longer story is below.

Just so it's clear, although it should be obvious, all of the characters in my stories are 18 or over.

The Birthday

A husband, a prolific AB/DL writer who focuses on dark DD/LG, comes home in his birthday to find his wife has discovered his hobby and is ready to give him a birthday weekend that he'll never forget.

TW: Sexual, Forced, Breastfeeding, Wetting, Hypnosis

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

Lindsey's Big Little Day

Lindsey decides to have a 3rd birthday party instead of a 30th. She invites all of her friends to come in character. Various shenanigans and adventures ensue as everyone at the party undertakes a quest of age play and self discovery.

TW: Sexual (less than my other stories though, so far), Spanking, Wetting, Messing, Humiliation

Note: Consent is a bigger deal and much more obvious in this story than my others.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

New You Gym

Kylee and Michael, young professionals, join a gym to get in better shape. Kylee begins struggling with accidents, and she is slowly blackmailed into regressing further and further.

TW: Sexual, Blackmail, Messing, Wetting, Forced, Public Humiliation

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9

Babysitting for the Neighbor

Mads is an undergrad with a huge crush on his neighbor, a doctoral student who has taught a number of his classes named Erica. He's struggled to build the courage to ask him out, but feels he'll get his chance when Erica's friend Sarah lets him know about a babysitting job Erica is looking to fill.

Co-written by @baby-erica! Check out her awesome blog!

TW: Sexual, Messing, Wetting, Humiliation, Orgasm Denial

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Sarah's Playground

Sarah is a timid, closet AB/DL who was tortured by her neighbor and babysitter growing up for being a bedwetter. She finds a magical amulet at a garage sale that allows her to reshape reality at her whim. While things go great initially, things deteriorate quickly as the magic of the amulet gets out of her hands, literally.

TW: Dark, Sexual, Messy, Wetting, Humiliation, Orgasm Denial, Breastfeeding, Lack of consent

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Playing House

Bruce and Sandy, spouses, have been living out Sandy's DD/LG AB/DL dream for years. But, today, she wants to switch places. Bruce obliges, but what Sandy wants to feel like a switch in the dynamic feels more like she's a little girl playing House with her Daddy.

TW: Sexual, Messy, Wetting

Chapter 1

The Playdate

Mia the Middle and her girlfriend/mom, Lisa, go over to Lisa's best friend's house for a playdate with her little. Mia is certain that her Mom's friend is trying to turn her into a Little, rather than a Middle. She's right.

I swear I'm trying to keep this one to three chapters, max!

TW: Wetting, Messing, Lack of Consent, Bullying

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Short Stories

These are my one-shot stories.

The Baby Doctor (TW: Forced, Messing, Wetting, Public Humiliation)

Accidental Regression (TW: Forced, Messing, Wetting, Sexual, Cucking, Humiliation)