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Helpless in diapers

The first thing he noticed was that he couldn’t move.

And then he heard his boyfriend's voice.

“Does this feel familiar?” he taunted.

He tried to speak up, but all that escaped was drool and a garbled noise.

“Aww poor baby, you can’t speak, can you?” His boyfriend's voice was laced with sweetness. But he was feeling anything but sweet at this moment.

He had made a critical error in his thinking. Just the other night his boyfriend had asked him if he had any kinks and he’d said no, deciding now was not the time to reveal his diaper fetish. He was scared that he’d recoil, move backwards or even break up with him.

But it turns out he had asked him because he knew.  

he knew he wanted to be a helpless drooling baby. Wanted to become his plaything. Forced to sit in his bulging diaper until “daddy” came to change him.

“I guess you didn’t think I’d find out did you?” he sat on the bed next to him and patted the front of his bulging diaper. Strangely enough, he hadn’t remembered wetting it. But then he explained it to him.

“Last night I put a pill in your post workout shake. It reduces your body to that of an infant. No control over your legs, arms, anything really.” he continued to pat the front his heavy diaper as he tried to sit up, get any motion in his arms and legs. “The pill lasts 24 hours. And then all function returns. Oh and you can forget about bowel and bladder control.” he giggled.

“When I found out you wanted to be daddies helpless drooling baby, I decided to help you along for a bit. Now you can see what it’s really like.”

He tried to speak. Tried to tell him that this isn’t what he wanted. That it was only a game, a fetish. Something to do for fun. But he couldn’t speak, only drool escaped his mouth.

“Because you wanted this so badly, I put three pills in your drink, so that should give you about three days of fun baby time. Don’t worry, I know this weekend you wanted to hang out with the guys, but I know you’d much rather be doing this instead. So just lie there, I’ll bring you a new bottle every hour. Who knows.” he said grinning before shutting the door. “There might be another pill in there at the end of the weekend. I might want you to be my baby forever…”

The door shut and he gurgled some more. He was trapped…

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.

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🍼" You’re Too Little To… “🍼

” Aw, baby. You’re too little to use the grown-up potty. Sit on my lap, relax, and go potty in your diapee/pull-up. I’ll help you if you need it. “

” Do you need to go potty? Oh no, you’re too little to use the grown-up potty. I’ll take you to your little potty chair. “

” Let me cut your food up for you, sweetheart. You’re too little for such big bites. You could choke! “

” Here’s your bottle, baby… lay in my lap, you’re too little to drink it yourself. We don’t want it to spill on your clothes, do we? Let me hold it for you. Just put your hands on your tummy and relax~. “

” Uh-uh-uh! Those are adult clothes! You’re much too little for those! Let’s get you in a snug diaper/pull-up–after all, we don’t want you having an accident in big kid clothes~. Stains are hard to get out. We’ll find you more age-appropriate clothes too. “

” Uh-oh, did someone make piddles in their diaper/pull-up? Aw, don’t cry. You’re too little to know when you have to go potty. Let’s get you cleaned up. “

” Nap time, baby~. What’s that? You’re not sleepy? Don’t be silly, you’re too little to go without a nap, you’ll turn into a fussypants. “

” You know the rules; you hold my hand when we’re out. You’re too little to wander around by yourself. You stay by my side at all times. Or do I need to put you in a stroller? “

” Oh no, baby. The public bathrooms are for adults. You’re too little for those. Just go in your diapee/pull-up, and I’ll change you as soon as we get back to the car. “

” You’re too little to check yourself to see if you’re wet or messy. That’s my job~. And no, you can’t change yourself. “

” In the back seat, let me buckle you in nice and safely. Of course I’m using the child-locks. What’s that? You wanna sit in the front? Nuh-uh, you’re too little! “

” Oh, you silly baby! You’re too little to dress/undress yourself! Let me help you. “

” I bought you a nice, big playpen to put you in, so I can keep an eye on you. You’re too little to wander around the house without my supervision! You could get into things you’re not supposed to. “

I wish it was me

Dumb baby had to go back to daycare.

Diaper tips and tricks for going out

A lot of u have been asking for some tips when going out diaperd and here are my tips for the winter season. This story is from my morning yesterday before going out in the snow.

After waking up and having changed my overnight diaper, which was wet, I grabbed a fresh diaper, it’s important to have thick diapers that both hold a lot and that are comfortable. I use booster pads inside, usually I place them well over my private area and almost as far back as my butthole. Then I place another one further back in order to prevent leaks.

Plastic pants are great to contain smell, and leaks should those happen. I tend to put on a onesie or leggings on over in order to stay comfy and have something that keeps the diaper snug and in place. When going out, it’s important to put on something that will keep you dry on over, recommend some snow pants or similar…

Thereafter you can go out and enjoy the day without having to worry, I went just around the block, pushed out a pretty big mess, sat down and slid down the hill, it was so much fun and everything was contained inside. FYI. You can head yourselves in the comments, in the wool leggings, is it the front or the back of my crotch? Hint hint, it’s wet…

You were at a party with your friends, had a few drinks and met a couple of nice people. And then….

...you regain consciousness, but you can't move. Hypnotized, confused… In an unfamiliar place in someone else's smelly football uniform. You're aware of everything, but you can't move. You just stare blankly at the guy who brought you here, but his face blurs and you don't understand what he looks like… Your dick is pulling on your shorts and leaking, but you were forbidden to touch it..

then the guy orders, "Well, boy from the football team, suck me good," and your body obeys on autopilot.

Half an hour later, he fills your face with sperm and says, "Stay in this position until the sperm dries up. Then you're free" and goes away forever. Half an hour later, you're back in control of your body. What a horror! What was that?! You're looking around: You're in an unfamiliar hotel room… You're wearing unfamiliar clothes and no underwear. Horrified, you look in the mirror and see an idiotic haircut with bleached hair that wasn't there until recently and the remains of a stranger's sperm.. There's only one question in my head: What the hell happened?!

PS Hi guys :) A friend of mine advised me to post some short stories here from time to time to get rid of the longing. I hope you enjoy it

Mommy knows there are many ABDL/DL cuties that are disguised in “vanilla-land”. You are free to be baby with this QUEEN Mommy! 🎈🦋💓👼