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It’s a new level of humiliating. If it was printed on a T-shirt then you could at least pass it off as some kind of crazy joke but with it placed on the front of your ‘pink princess pants’ there was no hiding it.
Your girlfriend… sorry, your ‘Mommy’ didn’t even let your wear pants anymore to cover them up! She’d invite all her friends round who’d naturally get you to stand still in front of them so they could read it and all have a little giggle.
At least they couldn’t see how much your cage was constantly straining up and down!
Plus it’s easier for Mommy whenever she brings a new guy home, they simply read the front of your diaper and they know exactly what you are. You’re nothing to worry about. You’re just a diaper filling cuck! And you’ll probably be rubbing your diaper all night as you sit and listen outside their bedroom door!
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Private Reading
“You really should be more careful with your stuff,” said Jessica, while allowing a series of pages to cascade out of the grip of her thumb. “It’s weird enough that you’re carrying around his textbook on human sexuality, and that was right on top of your locker so obviously we had to go digging a little further. At first we thought since you’re such a nerd, maybe you got the idea that studying would help you to have better game. We laughed so hard at the idea of you actually getting a girl into your room and then being like, ‘Wait, I’ve got to check my manual for what to do next’.”
“But then,” Jessica continued, “we noticed how much more broken-in the binding was in the section on fetishes and… what did it say? Paraphilias? And then, we found your notebook and it all became so clear. You just want to figure out why you’re so fucked up, don’t you? Do you think there’s some secret formula in this book that will make you stop being such a pervert and a loser? Well, I doubt it, but this is all new to Kiki and me. Still, we’re both pretty sure that if you want to stop having such fucked-up fantasies, it would probably be a good idea to stop writing them down in vivid detail. Or at least don’t bring your pervert diary to school where anyone can read it and figure out that you’re, like, totally obsessed with them.”
William stepped forward with the intention of reclaiming his belongings, but a pair of withering glances stopped him in his tracks.
“That’s not… I…” he started, fumbling for a plausible lie. “That’s just a story I’m working on. It’s… It isn’t real. And besides, it’s private!”
“Well, if it’s private,” Jessica replied, then you probably should have thought about that before you left it in an open locker just under your ‘why am I such a pervert?’ book. And if it’s all fiction, then why’s it all written in first-person and why’s every name in here so recognizable?”
In a rush to protest his innocence, William’s mouth got well ahead of his brain, causing him to start and abandon a series of responses in rapid succession: “No, I… what… it’s not like… I’m… You gotta… You don’t…”
“Wow!” Kiki exclaimed to interrupt his babbling. “You are really worked up, man. Careful you don’t piss your pants.”
“Unless that’s what you want,” Jessica added, causing both girls to erupt with riotous laughter.
“Yeah, I mean from the stuff you’ve written here, I can’t tell…” Kiki declared while leafing through the notebook she held in her hands. “Would that be the worst thing that could happen to you right now, or the best?”
“Maybe both,” Jessica offered.
“Maybe both,” Kiki echoed before her eyes settled on a passage she had apparently been looking for. “Listen to this,” she commanded before beginning to read aloud:
“I swear to god, Kiki and Jessica are so hot it’s like you can’t look right at them. They’re probably the meanest girls in school and for some reason it makes them even hotter. Every time I see them together, I get this feeling like when you’re about to go over the hill of a rollercoaster and you can’t tell if you’re more excited or scared. I feel it down there, you know? And it’s weird – like I’m starting to get hard but also like I need to go to the bathroom really, really bad.
“They’re always dressing slutty like they want the guys to look at them, but then if you do, they’ll probably stare you down or start whispering to each other in this way that makes it super-obvious that they’re making fun of you. I really wish I could hear what they were saying. I don’t even know why. It’s not like I want them to make fun of me, or anything. But if they’re going to make fun of me anyway, I guess I want to hear what they have to say? I don’t know. Like I said, it’s weird.
“Not as weird as the dreams I’ve been having about them, though. Like I said, when they catch me looking at them, I get… nervous, I guess? And it really feels like I have to pee. And okay, sometimes it feels like I’m going to wet my pants so I have to run to the bathroom as soon as they talk to me. But I try not to because I’m worried that they’re going to think I’m in there jerking off to them. But then if I don’t, I know it’s just going to get worse and worse, and I keep wondering what they would do if I actually DID piss my pants, and for some reason I can’t STOP thinking about it, even when I’m asleep.
“So last night I dreamed I was taking a really important test and of course I really had to pee. I kept trying to concentrate but Jessica and Kiki sitting next to me talking all about how I looked like I was going to wet myself. At some point I looked up hoping the teacher would help, and it was actually a teacher I had a huge crush on in elementary school. But instead of telling the girls to be quiet she just started telling them all about the time I had an accident in the middle of class in third grade.
“Eventually in the dream I just started running to the bathroom, but somehow when I got there, Kiki and Jessica were already at the door and they wouldn’t let me in. They kept teasing me and pushing me around and when they backed me into the corner it seemed like they got taller or I got shorter or something. Basically, that was when they suddenly started being nicer and decided to let me go, but when I went into the bathroom it wasn’t a bathroom. It was like an auditorium and I could see other girls out in the crowd and when I turned back to Kiki and Jessica they were just looking at me with these expressions that said ‘what are you waiting for? We said you could go.’
“For some reason in the dream it made sense to just go pee right there. Right in my pants. And the whole time everyone’s just watching me and laughing and applauding, and suddenly Kiki and Jessica start kissing each other like it’s their reward for me humiliating myself or something.”
Kiki had been softly chuckling between sentences the whole time she read. But at this point she paused to stifle a sharp laugh before proceeding to the next line. William wanted to beg her to stop there. But he was too distracted by the feelings he’d described in his diary, so instead he focused his energy on trying to control his growing erection while also overriding the increasingly desperate signals from his bladder.
Kiki ultimately had to repeat the next word three times before she could do so without laughing:
“So, yeah, I wet the bed last night, but somehow I still woke up with the biggest hard-on. I guess it’s better that they made me do it in my sleep instead of right in school like I was worried about. Or at least it would have been if my bitch of a step-mom hadn’t walked into my room before I could get up and try to hide everything. I think she basically knew right away, because it smelled like pee and I was pretty obviously covering myself up. But we still got into kind of a tug-of-war with the blankets and that’s when things got really bad.
“My stupid hard-on wouldn’t go away and all of a sudden there’s all this friction from the sheets being pulled back and forth over the tip of my dick, so…
Again, Kiki paused to let out a hearty laugh, and William silently whined “please” but was ignored. Kiki read on:
“…Yeah, I kind of had an orgasm right in front of her. Obviously she was grossed out and it was pretty much the most embarrassing moment of my life…”
Jessica touched Kiki on the arm so she could interject: “The most embarrassing moment of his life so far.” She then gave William a wink and let Kiki conclude:
“…but for some fucked-up reason, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it all day. As soon as I saw Kiki and Jessica at school, I started imagining how they would have reacted if they had been there, too. I had to run to the bathroom right away, but this time it really was to jerk off. I kept replaying the dream in my head, and I came so hard. Then when I got home, my step-mom gave me the dirtiest look, like she couldn’t even believe she had to live with a pervert like me. And what did I do? I snuck into the laundry room the first opportunity I had, so I could masturbate right into the sheets I’d pissed in the night before. I know it’s gross and it felt kind of wrong, but it also felt also so fucking good.”
“Wow,” Jessica said with an air of genuine astonishment. “That is quite a story, Willy. Good thing it’s all fiction, right? I mean, a nerd like you couldn’t be that much of a fucked-up pervert, right? Obviously, if we walked you home today, your step-mommy would only have the nicest things to say about you, and if we asked her to show us your room, there’s no way we’d find a fresh plastic sheet stretched across the mattress to keep it dry the next time you dream about hot girls being mean to you.”
Though William avoided eye contact, he could feel both girls looking him up and down while his physical discomfort became more and more obvious to them. In the heavy silence that accompanied their scrutiny, he unwittingly began marching in place and swinging his hips like a child in the middle of potty training, experiencing a sudden emergency.
While William’s desperation grew, Jessica and Kiki shifted position repeatedly to keep themselves in his line of sight, until he gave up trying to avoid eye contact. When they finally had his attention, Kiki picked up on Jessica’s sarcastic line of attack:
“It’s just a story you’re working on, right, Willy? If I were to lean over and kiss Jessica right now, there’s no way you’d blow your load just from the feel of your boner straining against your pants. And if we were both to push you up against those lockers right now and tell you how sick and tired we are of you staring at our tits, there’s no way you’d be so scared of us that you’d start pissing yourself, is there?”
Kiki’s firm enunciation of the word “pissing” triggered an especially strong twinge from William’s bladder, which he instinctively reacted to by slamming his thighs together. But the reflex came too late and only served to guarantee that the wet spot spread over the entire front of his pants when he abruptly lost control.
“Oh,” Kiki said matter-of-factly. “I guess we don’t even need to do that.”
Jessica lifted the notebook out of her friend’s hands and began leafing through it herself, looking back and forth between the pages and the cascade of urine streaming down William’s legs. “Kind of seems like if these are fiction, it’s just because you’ve made yourself look like less of a pathetic perv than you really are. You know, Kiki and I are into creative writing, too. Maybe we could re-write some of these for you – you know, for realism.”
“Plus,” Kiki added, “I’ll bet we can find some people who’d be really interested in publishing them. I’ll bet you find that really exciting, don’t you? If you hadn’t already pissed yourself, I’ll bet that would have done it.”
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"Hm... No. I don't think you're sufficiently embarrassed yet. It's not enough for you to be wearing a diaper underneath your clothes. I think it needs to be wet before we leave. That way, not only will you have to wonder whether everybody can see all that extra padding around your butt and your groin; you'll also be constantly worried about leaking.
"Well, go ahead. Use your diaper. We're not going anywhere until you do. I'll sit here and wait as long as it takes. Just keep in mind, if we end up being late, I might feel compelled to tell them why."
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Tier sketch request of Annabeth Chase from the Percy Jackson book series. I wasnt sure if I should have gone with the movie’s adaptation or the books, but I figured since the book is the original source material I would choose the way she’s depicted in that.
in a baby get up with a messy diaper, stacking blocks in a tower. She’s being punished for disrespecting the goddess Hera. Poor thing looks like she will be like that for a while.
This was actually pretty fun to do.
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i am going to be annoying and cross-post shit from my twitter account
i was going to say “who knows how canon this is to this blog” but like in the context of this franchise, what even is canon anymore
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Signs That You Need to Wear Diapers!
1. If, after peeing in the potty, you find that you’re still dribbling even after you’re done, you need to wear a diaper or some other sort of padded protection to keep your pants dry.
2. If you feel the urge to go pee ten to fifteen minutes after using the potty, you should wear a diaper instead! Wearing a diaper lets you continue to be productive, allowing your body to simply take care of what it needs to.
3. If you drink a lot of fluids, that will no doubt make you need to pee constantly, especially if you’re drinking soda or coffee. Why waste time going to the potty several times each hour? Just put on a diaper and keep having fun!
4. If you’ve ever been driving or riding in the car and you suddenly feel like your bladder is about to burst, you need to wear a diaper to avoid annoying situations like that.
5. If you’ve accidentally let a little pee trickle out into your undies because you couldn’t hold it, you need to wear a diaper.
6. If you’re constantly thinking about diapers, you should go put on one.
7. If you’ve been waking up in the middle of the night to go pee, you should wear a thick, comforting, and fluffy diaper to bed and learn to simply wet in your sleep. It makes your life a lot less stressful, and you get a full night of sleep, too! (and a soaked diaper!)
8. Reading this article is a sign that you need to wear diapers! :P
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Nico Robin's fighting for her life in Wano...only she's filling her diapers too! Can the Demon Child endure such an embarrassing display and defend her friends~?
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You got this Mio! Focus on your choreograph. As long as you don’t stumble, they won’t notice a thing ;)
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Chloe stared at the screen, unable to tear her eyes away. She knew it was just some stupid kid’s show, but for some reason she really, really wanted to keep watching. When her boyfriend had guided her over to the sofa and turned on a dumb, live-action baby program, apparently expecting her to be entertained by it, she’d almost exploded at him. But a couple of seconds of the pretty, brightly coloured show were enough to settle her down.
It wasn’t like all kid’s shows were stupid after all. Even adults could enjoy some of them. And wouldn’t it be nice to turn her brain off for a little while? Wouldn’t it be relaxing? Life had been stressful lately after all, ever since her boyfriend had found out she’d been texting that other guy.
A young woman bounded onto the screen. She looked to be around Chloe’s age, wearing jeans and a stylish top. “Hiya everyone!” she said enthusiastically, using the exaggeratedly excited voice that nursery-school teachers often used. “Are you ready to learn about being a good girl?”
Chloe watched with her mouth slightly open. A good girl. That sounded nice. Didn’t it? Didn’t she want to be a good girl?
Behind the woman on the screen, strange lights and patterns spun around, and there was a pleasant, tinkling music that jingled faintly in the back of Chloe’s mind.
“That’s great!” the young woman said, smiling brightly. “First thing's first, you’ve gotta dress like a good girl.” She pulled a face. “My boyfriend says grown-up clothes are icky. They’re not for little girls like us.”
Something felt a little bit off about that, but Chloe couldn’t figure out what it was. She was too busy focusing on the girl on screen, and the pretty lights and sounds in the background.
“We’d better let our Daddies take them off,” she continued, as a tall man walked onto the screen next to her, his head cut off by the height of the camera.
Chloe became aware that her own boyfriend was kneeling down next to her, undoing the buttons of her jeans and sliding them down her legs.
The man on the television was doing the same, taking off his girlfriend’s trousers, lifting her shirt up over her head, even sliding her underwear down to her ankles and unclasping her bra, until she was totally nude on screen, bare-titted with her pussy on display for all to see.
Something was gnawing at the back of Chloe’s mind. Was it okay for her to be naked like that? Wasn’t that naughty?
“These have to go in the bin,” the girl said a little sadly, holding up her clothes after her boyfriend handed them to her. She looked mournfully at the skinny jeans and tight top for a moment before dropping them into a trash can that had appeared next to her. “But don’t worry!” she chirped, her smile returning. “Your Daddy will get you lots of new clothes!”
Something gnawed at Chloe’s mind again. Was Daddy throwing away her clothes? She liked her jeans. She looked cute in them. But the pretty colours and the sweet music and the girl on the screen’s happy voice were enough to drown out her concerns. She was learning how to be a good girl. She had to do as she was told.
The girl’s Daddy was sliding a pair of thigh-high socks up her legs, and Chloe realised her own Daddy was doing the same thing. She wanted to look at him, but the show was just so captivating.
Then the man on the screen pulled out a large, disposable adult diaper. Chloe felt a thrill of horror. Nappies? The girl on the screen stood still obediently, her legs apart, while her Daddy pulled the thick, bulky diaper up between her legs and taped it around her waist. Why was she wearing nappies? That wasn’t right!
“Be a good girl,” said the young woman on the screen, smiling at the camera, and Chloe felt herself relax. She had to be good. She had to learn how to be a good girl.
She heard crinkling, and out of the corner of her eye she saw Daddy holding something large and white and puffy. He lifted her legs into the air and slipped it under her bottom, and when he lowered her back down, Chloe felt her tushy resting on something very soft. Then Daddy got to work at her waist, taping her nappy up, sealing her womanhood behind a layer of thick padding.
The sweet music continued to tinkle in Chloe’s ears, and the pretty lights shone and swirled behind the characters on the screen. She had to be a good girl, and good girls wore nappies.
Once the tall man had finished diapering the girl on the screen, he stepped back, his work complete. The young woman blushed. She was standing there in nothing but her nappy and her socks.
“I feel really silly,” she confided, looking embarrassed. “But that’s okay. Girls are supposed to be silly. Silly little babies.” She stuck out her tongue and went cross-eyed, as if to prove it. Then she giggled, and Chloe felt a giggle bubbling up from her throat as well. A happy, gurgling giggle. She was a silly girl. A silly baby.
Suddenly, the young woman on the screen gasped and looked down at her diaper. Chloe looked down at it too. The front was darkening, yellowing, and it was starting to sag lower and lower between the girl’s legs.
“Uh-oh!” she said, her mouth forming a perfect ‘o’ of surprise. “I’m going pee-pee!” The colours behind her pulsed even more brightly. “But that’s okay. Stupid little girls like us aren’t potty trained. We just go in our pants the moment we feel the urge!”
Chloe stared at the screen, her eyes glazed, her mouth slightly open. Without thinking about it, without even realising what she was doing, Chloe started peeing in her nappy as well.
“No more toilets for us!” the girl announced, and Chloe found herself nodding along in agreement as warmth spread across her crotch, drenching the thirsty padding. No more toilets. Those were for big girls. Dumb babies like her wet their pants instead.
The tall man stepped forward and slipped a finger into the leg-band of the girl’s nappy, probing the sodden padding between her legs for a few moments before withdrawing his finger and ruffling her hair affectionately. Chloe felt her Daddy do the same thing to her. Checking her nappy. Checking for wee-wees.
The girl beamed up at her Daddy, clearly totally infatuated, and then she turned back to the camera. “Just because you’ve had your nappy checked, it doesn’t mean you’ll get a change straight away.” She shifted from foot to foot, looking down at the sopping wet diaper dangling between her legs. Then she looked up again, sticking out her bottom lip petulantly. “I don’t normally get a change until I’ve done a stinky,” she pouted. “It’s so yucky being in a wet nappy, but it’s what stupid little girls like us deserve.”
Chloe nodded again. Being in a pissy nappy was just something she’d have to get used to. She shifted on the sofa a little, causing her yucky wet diaper to squish horribly between her legs. She wrinkled her nose in disgust, but she didn’t take her eyes of the screen. It was what she deserved.
“Well, that’s all we have time for today!” said the girl happily. The tall man started tickling her sides and she squealed with laughter. “Bye-bye for now!” she gasped between giggles. “And remember to be a good little girl! I’ll see you next time!”
The screen went dark, and Chloe saw herself reflected in it, bare-breasted, dressed in nothing but her thigh-high socks and a clearly soaked nappy. She blinked and looked up at her boyfriend. Her Daddy.
“I’m sowwy, Daddy!” she whimpered tearfully. “Sowwy for being naughty.” She knew what she’d done. She’d tried to cheat on him. She’d been a very bad baby.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he cooed. “You know what you are now, don’t you?”
“I’m a thtupid wittle giwl!” Chloe lisped fiercely.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was screaming at herself that this was wrong, that her boyfriend had tricked her, hypnotised her into being some dumb baby-woman out of revenge for trying to cheat on him, but it didn’t matter. Her new self was in control now, and her old identity could do nothing but watch.
I’m such a stupid baby, Chloe thought. I can’t believe I ever thought I was too good for Daddy. I’m gonna be his silly little girl, incontinent and chaste, forever and ever. It’s what I deserve. I love my Daddy so much!
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Hypnotic DVD
liz quickly returned the DVD, her second urgent errand of the day, making her late for work. She had to return the DVD, because it was due and they might not let her check any more out if she was late. She’d also had to swing by the drug store because she’d realized she didn’t have a single diaper in her apartment.
The DVD had been excellent, not much of a plot but incredible, hypnotic visuals. Honestly, when karen had recommended the 2+ hour art film liz had been reluctant, but she’d been captivated the whole time. She hadn’t even noticed when she peed herself. She freaked out after the video, thinking that somehow it was to blame. But that was silly–she’d woken up wet too so it couldn’t just be the video. Bizarrely, though, she couldn’t find any diapers, hence her drug store run.
Now that she was securely diapered, liz was thinking more clearly and realized she needed to return the DVD so that they’d let her rent more. And she’d definitely tell all her friends that karen hadn’t already convinced to give the store a shot.
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Patreon tier sketch request of Android 18 squatting ontop a potty chair, but not quite making it, as she fills her pampers. Poor baby. Very embarrassing situation to be found in.
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