So Baby Girl and Daddy were at a wedding at the weekend and of course she had a little nappy on underneath her pretty, elegant, womanly dress so as to avoid those baby wee accidents. After we arrived home we decided to have a little fun in the street, to the surprise of some suspecting bystanders šĀ
A collection of Mommies, Dommes, Goddesses and beautiful women who each have a diaper ready for you starting with Tina Lee Comet who has an Abena M4 for you
And Penny Barber. Just look at those eyes!!
And Aunty Amy
The delectable Bella Rossi. Chances of you escaping that room not wearing a diaper? Iād say noneā¦
And the untouchable Alexandra Snow
And some beautiful Dommy Mommies that I donāt know
Ready to put you in a Bambino Classico
Or a nice plain blue medical diaper
And finishing with Eva De Vil who is about to take away your soul but with a smile and a Rearz Princess diaper
Whoās a cute little baby girl then? Do you like sucking on your paci?
Do you want Mommy to put your diaper on you?
It s lovely pretty pink princess diaper for my little princess
There. All nice and snug. You look super cute in that diapey
So cute that I am going to take a picture of you for my social media account.
Donāt get pouty about it. Here have a pacifier to calm you down
I have something else to calm you down too
5 minutes with my magic wand will produce feelings of calm and relaxation
After I have blown your mind and made you cum repeatedly in that diaper of yours. Does that feel good. The hitachi wand does have a very very strong powerful surge doesnāt it. Earth shattering!!
There just relax and suck on your paci and Mommy will take good care of you
Things got worse still. After a humiliating thirty minutes of being force fed baby food in a high chair by both mummy and Chloe, Jonathon was left sitting there for what seemed a further age with rice pudding all over his face. Eventually he was cleaned up and released only to then be fed two bottles of baby formula laying on Chloeās lap. Desperate for a pee he was then made to stand in front of them both and shamefully wet himself. Mummy was furious that he was unable to keep himself dry so positioned him over Chloeās lap, opened the back of his sodden nappy and instructed her in her first lesson spanking a naughty boys bottom. Despite his sisters firm strokes with the paddle, the combination of the warm wet nappy between his legs coupled with the cool breeze and his sisters hands carressing his damp bottom betrayed his emotions. Chloe giggled at his obvious embarrassment as he stood to face mummy sporting an erection.
The idea of forced diaper regression is so hot like:
Going out and pumping me full of liquids all day and when I say I have to go potty its...
"First lets go look at.." "Wait I think this would look pretty on you, go try it on." or even "No, you can hold it like a big girl...cant u?"
Until in the car on the way home I physically cant hold it anymore & have an accident. but dada's not mad instead its just "See this is why only big girls wear panties. They know not to drink too much and they know how to use their words to say they cant hold it anymore. You know what needs to happen now, don't you?"
DIAPERED.
Or...
Him knowing you get up in the middle of the night every night to go to the potty, so one night he lets you have a big cup of your favorite juice before nighttime prep. But dada puts something in your juice that helps you to bed very quickly, and without a fuss.
But when you wake up groggily and slow the next day its something thick, heavy and soggy between your legs. You look down to see that you had been DIAPERED by dada last night. "See you are still having accidents baby, looks like we're going to need to keep you padded now."
OR...
Being a brat and dada putting you in diapers as punishment, but every time you try to use the potty he says no... " But I'm big enough to use the big girl potty!" he gave a disappointing tsk-tsk and followed with "No no no, big girls know how to listen to dada, but bratty little girls disobey and talk back to dada. So, no. You will use your diapers like the little girl you want to act like." When you finally give in and use the diapers for what they're made for dada doesn't notice or check for a long while. It's not until after nap time that dada checks. But from the first time you relieved yourself, it felt so good swelling with warmth underneath you, you kept using it and now when he is checking, it's very full and heavy. "See, even after the first time you went, you still decided to go again and again without even bothering to ask me to use the potty. DIAPERS for you from now on."
Just a few different scenarios I've been thinking about on a constant LOL. Anyway, thanks for reading!
Oh Hannah you arenāt going to wet your pants again are you?
Oh my God. Hannah. No. If you are going to wet your pants like a baby then you need to be treated like a baby. Here this pacifier will be a comfort you.
Now letās get you out of those wet clothes. You big baby girl.
You do know what this means donāt you Hannah?
Hannah did know what it meant
thatās right Hannah. Itās diaper time for you
Look at this huge adult baby diaper I have waiting for you here for you to put on
Yes thatās right take your bra off and lie down just there
And I will put this magnificent little for big diaper on you.
How does that feel? Helpless? Pacified? Diapered? Aroused? Yes I suspect a little of each of these
Betty wasnāt sure about this. Her aunt had explained that her there were certain house rules that Betty would need to follow
These included that Betty would have to wear diapers and baby clothes whenever Aunt Scarlett deemed it appropriate. Betty reached out and touched the diaper. It felt soft and smooth.
Aunt Scarlett soon persuaded the younger girl to at least try it. Betty lay naked on the bed and her Aunt produced baby powder to sprinkle on her
Next she felt the diaper being slid carefully between her legs and then pulled tight and the tapes being fastened
She lay back and watched her Aubt at work. It felt quite surreal being made to wear a diaper but she did not resist
The diaper crinkled slightly as it was touched it as she moved. It felt so think and padded and soft. She liked the feeling of it her aunt then produced onesie and proceeded to slide it over Bellaās head and fasten it up over her diaper
āWould you like a drink Bella?ā asked her Aunt showing her a baby bottle containing what looked like milk.
It was in fact warm milk. Her aunt pushed the nipple on top of the bottle between Bellaās lips and encouraged her to suck on it. Bella was soon noisily sucking away enjoying her milk. Aunt Scarlett made her finish very last drop
Finally her Aunt handed her a stuffed rabbit cuddly toy and an adult sized baby pacifier. It felt strange having the paci in her mouth. Her Aunt said she would need to get used to it and that this was all new to Bella and there would need to be an adjustment by her. Bellaās head was swirling. This was so weird and yet it felt so right.
Be sure to check out Parts One, Two, Three, and Four!
No thinking. Good girls don't think. Good girls let go. Good girls relax. And youā¦ are a good girl. A very good little girlā¦
The chorus of whispers ā some in sultry feminine tones, others in now masculine rumbles ā seeped out through the headphones and into the hapless woman's brain. How long she had been here in this medical facility, she no longer knew. She no longer knew much of anything, in fact ā not even how many times she'd fallen into unconsciousness and then blinked back to confused reality. Besides, how could anyone think straight with all these voices echoing nonstop in their ears?
Little. Yes, a little girl. You're forgetting everything elseā¦ except that you're a good, obedient little girl. You've always been a little girlā¦ so very good and little and obedientā¦
Was that the truth? Victoria's external struggles had ceased long before ā the straitjacket and bonds had seen to that ā but now a small, tired burst of resistance flared within her drowsy brain. Noā¦ adult. She wasā¦ adult. Young adult. And good girlā¦? Well, Daddy had called her that in years past. Mandy also liked to joke about her "little" sister. And so sheā¦ well, she kinda was? The voiceā¦ it might be right after allā¦
Little girls like youā¦ they forget. They don't have to thinkā¦ or rememberā¦ or do anything. They get to relax. Yesā¦ relax. Let everything go. Everything. Their thoughtsā¦ their memoriesā¦ their bodiesā¦
Victoria twitched silently, her mind and body still struggling feebly against the regression programming. But sheā¦ she didn't want to forgetā¦ did she? Somewhere far off ā in the faint corners of her mind ā there seemed to be something about urgency. Something between her legs, deep in her belly. Something she had to doā¦
Good little girlsā¦ they always want to become good little babies. Yes, they do. So sweet, so cute, so adorableā¦ You're a good little girlā¦ and we know. We know how you long to be an even better babyā¦ Because babies don't even know how to think. They can't. They just playā¦ and sleepā¦ and drink. They crawl and cry and cooā¦ Their bodies don't obey themā¦ They have no control, because they don't even know what control isā¦
Control. Whatā¦ was this control about? Victoria was having trouble remembering amid the wash of sound. Whatever it was, it sounded hard. She was so tired after all this fighting. She just wanted it all to stop. To relax. To let everything fade awayā¦
And you don't know eitherā¦ do you? Of course you don't. You don't even understand the question anymore ā and that's because you've become a little baby now. Oh, yes. You already have. No controlā¦ no thoughtsā¦ just relaxing everyā¦ singleā¦ muscleā¦ Letting everything goā¦
Something slowly unclenched deep within her now. Victoria's bound body twitched involuntarilyā¦ but it was a primal reflex and nothing more. Her mind was drifting now: only vaguely aware in the dreamiest of ways of the trickling sensation between her legsā¦ and practically oblivious to the warm, silently swelling bulk of the diaper as it drank in her first infantile accident.
āāā
Above her, and unseen by Victoria's glazed eyes, a blue light winked. A moment later, it winked again. And then againā¦ the only indication of the high-resolution camera mounted there, and which was effortlessly documenting this patient's first and most momentous foray into regression therapy.
Not that Victoria was aware of it, of course. Let alone that her image ā as a bound, gagged, and diapered prisoner ā was at that very moment flashing up on a monitor some three hundred miles away in her elder step-sister Mandy's office.
An image, it must be confessed, that brought a slow, satisfied smirk to Mandy's handsome face.
(The end ā for now!)
Image Credit: ABDreams.com
Be sure to check outĀ my PatreonĀ orĀ my Ream StoriesĀ if you want to read more of my naughty fiction!