Mistmane56 - DoubleDiaperedthem17

You can cum in your diaper whenever you want, Daddy never stops you.

But every time you do...

🌧️ You lose a little bit of your continence. You'll need those diapers.

🙊 You lose one adult word from your vocabulary. Starting with "sex"

🍥 You lose independent thinking. you become dependent on Daddy.

Their little ones all respond differently to this new ... Condition:

🔐Some beg for chastity, As they lose more and more function, trying desperately to hold on to adulthood.

😵‍💫 Some are punished with orgasms, their caregivers make them more compliant with each spurt.

🫠 Some gladly seize the buzzy wand and melt their precious little brains.

Can someone just come and take a piss into my mouth and then make me clean their feet after!?

I need to find someone who has a stallion who'll let me suck its Ginormoua Horse Cock

Sorry I've not been very active you can pm me always

Can a daddy do this to me?

Just a Little Longer

“Alright,” she said to herself.  “You can do this.”  However, she wasn’t very sure of herself while saying that.

It shouldn’t have been that hard, really.  For 23 years now, she had managed to make it to the bathroom on time without fail, give or take two or three of those early years that she couldn’t remember very well.  So why was it that she was so uncertain of herself now?

The answer was the very thick diaper between her legs.  She wasn’t positive, but she was pretty sure he had put her in at least two or three at once.  She could barely squeeze her legs together, and she didn’t walk so much as she waddled about.  It hadn’t even made sense to put pants on…she wagered she wouldn’t even be able to get them on over her diaper anyways.

Still, she had been given some very direct orders:  “Prove to me that you’re a big girl and that you don’t need these, and maybe your punishment will end sooner than later.”

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I disagree with whoever let him outta bed without a diaper and a fitting cage on

Too big and too idle

He just lets it flow

So you take back control

That's it BABY feel the warmth growing in your Nappies as you piss yourself like the little baby you are now

The Bet Pt.5

After that, Riley told herself she was going to make an effort to put a stop to this before it got any worse. Unfortunately, she had no idea how to do that... As a youngest child, with no babysitting experience, she had no memories of helping potty train anyone, much less herself, and she wasn't about to check out any books about it and have those in her records, or let Charlotte see them around the house and know how much this bet had gotten to her. She found information online, of course, but it all contradicted each other, with everyone convinced they knew the best, most reliable way.

Meanwhile, it was becoming more and more rare for her to make it through that three hour class... Sometimes, she'd notice her need to go, and hold it as long as she could before wetting herself, and sometimes she'd notice herself feeling a little less comfortable, and adjust her position, only to feel the squish of an already sodden diaper.

The end of summer classes was a huge weight off of her shoulders, because during a regular semester, she had no classes that stretched on as long as that. Surely then, with more frequent breaks, and the return of more students to the campus, to make it harder for anyone to pinpoint the exact origin of the crinkling when she was in the bathrooms, she could turn this around, get it fixed before Charlotte figured out what was going on.

Her bladder was used to emptying at the same time in the morning, now, however, and, even though her class then wasn't nearly as long as the summer one, and she could use the bathroom beforehand, it somehow always felt the need to go again, seemingly as soon as the lecture began. At first, she'd, rather cockily, thought it would be a nice challenge, that, since she only had to last an hour, she would build her bladder muscles back up by making sure she lasted the whole period before going to the bathroom after. If she had one or two accidents the first few weeks, that was fine, but, by the end, she was positive she'd be dry every day.

She didn't succeed a single time. By the end of each class, her diaper was wet, whether she did it on purpose or not. Sometimes, it happened almost right away, and the rest of the period was spent with her wiggling in her desk, trying to figure out if she'd gone a second, or third time, if she was close to leaking. She not only failed her potty training goal, which she'd set for herself, she came close to failing the class itself, because it was so hard to concentrate on anything else.

There was no way Charlotte couldn't know what was happening, too... She had to notice Riley was going through significantly more diapers. It wasn't only that class Riley was using them in, of course, and it was happening more and more often, to the point where, like it or not, she had to start changing at school... She couldn't wait for her lunch break, when she could go back home, she had to hide in a bathroom stall until she was totally alone, then untape her diaper, clean herself up as quickly as she could, and tape a new one on before anyone overheard - it was far louder changing than just getting the diaper off to use the toilet - and pray she could dash to the trash can and get rid of the evidence before someone walked in and caught her.

She was slipping at home, too... Where, before, she'd only go if she was so busy she forgot she had a bathroom to herself, to not have to worry about any of that, now she was starting to have genuine accidents if she got too engrossed in TV, or homework, and not realize she'd gone until after the fact. It didn't help that their AC broke, and she spent what felt like an eternity walking around the place in only a shirt and diaper, too hot for any pants, or even a skirt, over it, before it was fixed. More than once, she'd discovered she'd peed herself by looking down and seeing a wet spot, rather than feeling it, or getting any real warning.

Even worse than that, however, were the mornings she woke up wet. The first time or two, she told herself she'd forgotten to change before getting into bed, but, eventually, when it started to happen even during naps, when she'd sprawl out on the sofa after classes, she knew she had to accept the truth: she was a bedwetter.

She wasn't sure why that hit her harder than her daytime accidents... Perhaps because she'd never been a bedwetter as a child, even had some memories of teasing other girls at sleepovers when she found out they were. Maybe it was because she was so sure, if she found the right trick, she could get her daytime wetting back under control, yet she knew bedwetting was far more difficult to cure, since she had no conscious power over it. Even if she discovered the perfect method for re-potty-training herself, she was probably going to be in diapers at night for a long time after this bet was over.