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Hope's Eternal Spring (Remastered)

My greatest and best story. No further introduction is needed.

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Hope clasped her résumé tightly in her hands as she approached the double-doors of the daycare, her heart pulsating inside her chest as she remembered those words in the paper.

LITTLE ONES NEED CARE AND DISCIPLINE. PLEASE APPLY.

Something had seemed strangely off about that job listing. There was no email and no business name, and the whole thing felt hastily strung together. And now, she was about to find out what it meant.

The building looked larger than any daycare she’d ever seen, particularly daunting for Hope’s diminutive five-foot frame. The nineteen-year-old attempted to collect herself, but a deep breath-in almost caused the top button of her blouse to burst, struggling as it already was to contain the girl’s supple breasts. And so she breathed out, adjusted her shoulder-length dirty-blonde hair, and stepped forward.

It was a Saturday, and the center was empty except for a small, frazzled-looking woman at the front desk, who rose quickly to meet her visitor.

“You must be Hope,” she said breathlessly, struggling to keep several stacks of papers on her desk from flying away as she got up, “I’m Miss Chaucer, I run the place here, let me show you around.”

Hope simply nodded along and followed as the woman walked her through the building, spouting generic drivel about how the facilities were new and demanded careful upkeep. There were several rows of cribs, with sizes ranging from a small infant to a large toddler, two open areas for play, a kitchenette with a few snack cupboards, and several changing stations. The center seemed large, but it also struck Hope as rather normal, and so naturally she began to worry.

“Any questions?” The woman finally stopped as she finished her tour, crossing arms on her chest as she leant against the wall behind.

“Ummmmm…” Hope paused, her finger on her lip, looking for the right way to word her question, “so… this is all the rooms? Nothing… ummm… hidden?”

“Hidden? No, that’s all of them. Except the adult restroom, I guess? It’s to your right, behind you, if you want to take a look.”

Hope turned and managed to peer in, seeing what looked to be an ordinary restroom.

“And we’re… umm… allowed to use it, while working?” Hope asked wishfully.

At this, the overworked woman raised an eyebrow. “Well yes, of course. Why wouldn't you be?”

“Ummmm… I guess… uh…” Hope stammered and blushed, tapping her foot to the floor.

“Is this about the newspaper listing?” Miss Chaucer raised an eyebrow, “Oh, we’ve had a few people ask about that. Sorry if that was vague - we wanted to keep it simple for the old folks.”

“The old folks?”

“Yep. Same reason we didn’t put our email there. I mean, who else looks for jobs in the paper these days? Come to think of it, why did you?”

Hope blushed. “It just… ummm… it just caught my eye, I guess.”

“Ah. I suppose the all-caps will do that. But yes, just a normal daycare here.”

“Oh, ummm, okay, sorry, yeah, just trying to make sure…” Hope tried to brush off her earlier fluster, wincing at her own embarrassment only to be embarrassed further by her wince.

“You sound disappointed,” the woman observed, “What- what exactly were you expecting?”

The girl’s blush returned and deepened, eyes widening as she fell into an awkward silence, looking for something to say to escape the situation.

“I… uhhh… I think I should be going now,” she finally stammered.

“I think that’s best.”

Hope scrambled away, whistling to herself, before finally calming down into a slow walk once she left the door. She tossed her résumé into a nearby can, and spent the next several hours meandering about town, trying to take her mind off of her strange interview. And take her mind off she did - she ran into a few friends at the mall, shopped for new skirts and tops, and enjoyed a burger with fries and soda, successfully finding distraction in the comfort.

Before she knew it, the sun was setting, and Hope finally made her way back home. But when she entered the living room, she saw her mother waiting for her, arms folded sternly across her chest.

“Sit down,” the older woman demanded, “we need to talk.”

Hope was unprepared for this, but she did as she was told, stepping backwards towards a loose dining seat at the edge of the room. She sat with her shoulders snug against her ample bosom - a feature she inherited from her mother, whose bosom was also ample.

“Ummm, yeah, mom?”

“Well? Did you get the job?”

Hope paused. She had completely forgotten about the interview that started the day.

“Oh… uh, no, I don’t think so.”

Her mother glared. “That’s it? ‘Oops, sorry, didn’t get it’? Hope, it’s been almost a year since you finished high school, and you’ve done nothing but shop at the mall with your posse of airheads” - she gestured towards the bags the girl had brought home - “and twiddle away at home on your InstaToks and FaceGrams.

“You’re almost twenty years old, Hope. I expected you to act like an adult. But so far, you’ve been acting more like…”

Hope’s eyes widened slightly, and she leaned forward in her chair. “Like what, mom?”

“Like a child, Hope. No, worse than that - like a baby. You’ve been acting like a baby!”

The girl gulped, her legs starting to shake excitedly. “So… so what are you gonna do about that?”

“Well, if you’re going to act like a baby,” the mother declared, “then I’m just going to have to… I’m just going to have to ground you!”

At once, Hope’s legs stopped shaking, and she let out a defeated sigh. “You’re… going to ground me?”

“That’s right, young lady! No malls, no little playdates, no social media for a week. Are we clear?”

“Yeah, okay, cool. Going to my room now.” Hope grabbed her bags and headed upstairs, as her mother’s stern eyes continued to follow her.

The girl gave another longing sigh as she entered the room, preparing herself for a dull night at home, when something very strange happened.

As she tossed a bag of clothes towards her large bedroom mirror, the corner of the paper grazed the pane. But instead of knocking against glass, it seemed to create a ripple, a ripple that reverberated across the entire bottom half of the mirror before it all returned to its normal, smooth state.

Hope rubbed eyes in disbelief, and then slowly approached the mirror herself. With fear, wonder, and excitement coursing through her, she inched her finger closer and closer to its reflection until, sure enough, it went in.

Through the mirror, she could feel the tingle of a warm breeze, and could even hear the faint rustle of leaves from beyond the portal. Hope took a long, deep breath as she contemplated her next move, but the curiosity quickly became too much to bear, and the girl stepped forth.

In an instant, she was transported to a lush rainforest paradise. Landing on the edge of a small pool of water, Hope took note of its strange ripple matching her own mirror’s, and wondered if she would ever take it as a route of return.

On she went to explore! With the songs of birds surrounding her, she strolled along the dewy grass, her ripe melons dancing in the tropical wind. And then, she was struck by the greatest excitement of all, as she saw a large silhouette in the distance, perched beside a tall tree.

It can’t be, she thought to herself. But it was. She was, standing majestically, towering close to eight feet tall, wearing a bronze breastplate and a simple loincloth.

A giantess! And this giantess noticed the girl coming towards her, returning Hope’s look of wonder with one of her own, and kneeling down to get a closer look.

“A… a small one?” the Amazon wondered aloud, her voice firm and commanding even in a whisper, “where did you come from, small one?”

Hope was overwhelmed by the moment, pinching herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. “I… I… I came from another world, I guess,” she finally stammered.

“Another world?” the giantess repeated, “Then it is truly a miracle that you have come. We Amazons need small ones like you.

“You are a curved one, I see,” she remarked, her large fingers hovering curiously over Hope’s pillowy bazonkas, “and yet, with your nimble, graceful form, you are perfect.”

“P-perfect for what?” Hope asked, her eyes welling with excitement as her mind raced across the world of possibility.

“For everything, my dear -” the Amazon smiled, outlining the shape of Hope’s petite body with her hand, “for sneaking around undetected, for surveying terrain, for planting traps. You are our ideal tool for tactical reconnaissance against the 50-foot Robot Aardvarks.”

“The… what?” Hope blinked, the look of wonder washing immediately away from her face.

“Those beasts,” the massive woman declared, “they have ravaged our plane for far too long. But that is going to change. Starting today, we will quiver in fear no longer. Starting today, we will stand and strike back. Sta-”

“Yeah, no.”

“What?”

“Sorry, can’t help you.” Hope was already turned around, walking back towards the portal she entered through.

The Amazon was in disbelief and despair. “But, please! Please, small one! You’re our only Hope! Get it!? Hope?” she cried out desperately, her words drowned out by the robot-aardvark eye-lasers bearing down upon the forest around her.

Meanwhile, Hope was well into the woods, back at the small stream where her short journey began. With one more disappointed sigh, the girl covered her nose, closed her eyes, and plunged feet-first into the water.

With a splash, she was back at home, glad to be done with the day. Drenched from the interdimensional dive, the girl took a long, hot shower. Then, after thinking about the things she had seen, she took another long, hot shower.

Finally, Hope dried herself off, opened up a bag hidden under her bed, and took out a diaper to wear. After taping it on and tucking herself under her blanket, she went onto her phone and jumped to her favorite AB/DL erotica blog. And then, she masturbated. A lot.

The End

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White Rabbit (Remastered)

Another story from before my Great Purge, this one featuring the wonderful work of @babyfluffybutt. Be sure to follow and support her awesome content!

Allie looked up in her egg hunt attire Card-suits and checkers adorning her frock, A bow in her hair and a thick-crinkled bottom, And bunny-ears hanging she swore she'd heard talk.

Daddy spoke up, "Remember the rules now, "Five in the basket, and I'll give you a change." Allie first smiled as she tried to acknowledge, But as brain worked to process, well, something felt strange.

“The tapes that you gave me…” she started to mumble, And tried to remember what she heard on the way. Three hours’ ride to his house in the country, And it was all such a blank, she asked, “what’d they say?"

Daddy - he chuckled, and paused for a moment "You're in for adventure - I'll leave it at that." He patted her head and he kissed the Red Princess And gave her a wink as he tipped her his hat.

Finding the first egg was pleasant and simple On the ground by a bush where she’d happened by chance But as Allie looked up from this one step completed, She departed the egg-hunt and entered a trance.

A flashback - the first time out here in the courtyard When Daddy's estate was like nothing she'd seen She'd known right away that these fields were majestic The one difference being - back then, they were green.

She couldn't quite tell if her eyes were deceiving: Kaleidoscope purple, blue, yellow, and red. They found the girl slowing and drooling and dizzy Joining the chorus of swirls in her head.

Allie came to, but not halfway as focused And the next rainbow egg was much harder to get When she finally found and bent down to retrieve it, A jarring sensation - bum heavy and wet.

“You’ve be-puddled yourself!” came the voice of the rabbit, And Allie's face reddened with cheeks in a puff. “You thought that you wouldn’t need diapers this journey, And now you should wonder if one is enough!"

“Nuh uh!” she harrumphed, crossing arms in denial, As girls of her sort are just so wont to do, She’d never been one to quite master the potty, But being so wet and clueless was certainly new.

The rabbit teased on as their journey continued. The princess, for her part, continued to slip. And by the time that she added one more to the basket, Her childish denials had started to flip.

"That's three we've got total," the rabbit reported, "If five is our target, how many to go?" But Allie just giggled as her cheek met her finger, Grinned, "I'm just a baby, sir! How would I know?"

Hours would pass, and the fourth egg eluded, And twilight’s temptation was casting its spell. Tossing basket aside, the girl started yawning, And with a plop and a squish to her bottom she fell.

Her thumb joined her mouth and she sucked without thinking And giggled at shapes that she made with her toes. Daddy came out - it was near time for dinner - And caught her attention by booping her nose.

A week after Easter, effects still persisted. The mind alterations had taken their toll. Eyes followed Allie as she waddled ‘round daily Filling her diapers with zero control.

And though it seemed scary she barely could focus, Got mixed up when counting, and struggled with text, She licked lips looking back at her Wonderland journey, And dreamt when she’d go down the rabbit-hole next.

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@diaperedlilgirl loves going to the mall, but she gets very distracted by all the shopping. Of course, I had to make sure she didn't have any accidents.

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How do you keep your little from resisting? How do you make sure he's obedient? Was it harder or easier IRL than online?

I'm a new domme to a sissy baby who always resists when I try to give the sissy what she asked for and requested. How do I stop him from doubting me and on fighting my control? He says he wants to submit. Then he is afraid to give in. How do I stop him from yoyoing?

Hey there! Thanks for the ask!

How do you get any sub to give up control? TRUST.

Trust is earned and it takes time. A lot of time and patience, really getting to know what your sub/little needs and providing a safe space for them to explore their submission in.

I first met my adorable baby @sciencescribbler in 2016 and in person for the first time in 2017. It’s taken this long for him to trust me implicitly. We have had our ups and downs along the way but we have built a relationship that is based in trust. Only then can we move forward and explore the kinkiest regions of our minds!

He knows that when I ask him to do something, I have his best interests at the forefront of my mind. He’s obedient and loving and devoted because he knows that I live to give him the things he needs.

We had such an amazing time IRL, better than either of us had dared hope for. We played hard, loved hard and cuddles harder. There was everything and more than what we do online, except maybe for the cage! After all, baby was with momma most of the time and that means that she gets to help with cummies!

Trust is the key. Time and patience are essential.

Enjoy the journey! Everyone is different and that makes for some exciting times!

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hello! I wanted to ask if you were the person who wrote the story about language domming where a girl went to France and ended up as the babied pet of a kind man. It was one of my favorite stories but it seems to be gone off the internet after some of the recent content purging.

If you did write it, do you have backups or old versions of this story?

It sounds like you might be thinking of By Any Other Name, in which case... yes!

I did promise to continue the adventure at some point, but here are chapters 1-5.

Keep it Kinky!

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Maybe my favorite yet from Pieceofsoap. Amazing abdl art!

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More awesome stuff from PLP - Give it a read!

Try modeling, they'd said. It will be cool, they'd said. You'll get such an ego boost from it, they'd said.

Yeah, about that. As the first gooey rush of pink liquid splashed over her defenseless head, then spattered down across the thick plastic diaper bulging between her legs, Cindy was beginning to think that had all been a load of bull crap.

It wasn't that the modeling agency had been sussy or anything. Quite the opposite! The folks who she'd contacted had been super nice and professional about it. She'd started with a few risqué poses, and the money had hit her bank account almost before she had realized it. After that… well, it had been intoxicating. Because who wouldn't be flattered to find that the mere image of your body made people pay actual money to see more of it?

And so she'd asked for a couple more gigs. Anything, she'd said. Whatever they thought would be good for her. Whatever people wanted.

The foot pics had been silly, at least in her mind. And what was the harm in them? Not like her feet had ever been the least bit sexy to her. Might as well make some good money, right? Same with the pic of her in just lingerie. It was essentially just being in a bikini on the beach, she'd rationalized. So what if she gazed into the lens with lusty eyes and a pout that not even her past boyfriends had ever witnessed? It was all a bunch of harmless – and profitable – fun.

Then she'd gotten that email. The agency had a super-special photoshoot in mind: one that required a specific set of clothing. It was all safe and cute and harmless, they assured her. She'd just have to watch for it and let them know once she'd gotten it, then send the pics to fill the order.

Cool. Except for the fact that upon opening the box, she'd found herself face to face with a bag full of the biggest and thickest adult diapers she'd ever seen.

Well… all that was in the past now. Here she was, a year later: sitting cross-legged on the cool, plastic-covered carpet of the head modeling agent's apartment, her double-diapered ass plopped down inside an inflatable pool float. The husky, commending voice of her agent, assuring her that she was doing great… well, it was blotted out in the gooey rush of liquid flooding over her absurd baby bonnet and rushing in cool plashes down across her naked shoulders. He was saying something about being a good baby… messy baby… oh yeah, such a dirty little baby…

A baby. Yeah, that pretty much tracked. These folks loved seeing her act like a baby. And well… if she wanted this photo set to sell, she'd have to lean into it. HARD.

"Gaagaah! Buh-buh gah-gah!" Cindy blurted out, even as another cascade of the pastel goo flooded over her and rushed down over her giant bib. She wriggled in place, arms flailing, shivering and gulping under the onslaught. Be the baby. Be the dumb, drooly, messy, oversized baby girl these folks wanted. Sit her in her silly diaper and just revel in the mess of it all. Dignity be damned. Because after all…

There was a nice paycheck at the end of it.

Besides… it wasn't that much worse than the last shoot, right?

Image Credit: Starbondmedia.com

Be sure to check out my Patreon or my Ream Stories if you want to read more of my naughty fiction!

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Hi, hope you had a great holiday! Are you and your little girl planning on going to capcon this march? It’s my mommy’s and I first time going and are super excited!

Hello and thank you! Hope you're having a lovely holiday season as well.

Unfortunately, though we had a wonderful experience at CAP in '22 / '23, our schedule won't be lining up this coming year.

Hope you (and everyone else going) have an amazing time, and always feel free to reach out if you have any questions!

Keep it Kinky!

- Rob

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A lovely Christmas story!

Do you believe in Magic?

Not even Christmas Magic?

Christine didn’t believe in magic of any kind. That didn’t stop her from wishing for things though. Everyone has to wish for something at some point in their life, and Christine just so happened to be one of the few people who made the perfect wish at the perfect time. Magic can only work on very special occasions.

Lying in her childhood bedroom on Christmas Eve should have brought back feelings of nostalgia and memories of exciting times from when she was a kid, but this Christmas Eve, Christine felt totally dispirited. She didn’t want to be here. 5 years had passed since she had slept in this room and she had never expected to spend the night in this bed again. Her life had become a total shambles over the past few months. Work had gotten so unbearable she had to quit, leaving her to pick up terrible shifts with terrible wages in diners and restaurants leading up to Christmas. The stress of that had been amplified by her relationship falling apart. Her fiancé had been everything to her back in college, but they weren’t the same people anymore and continuing the way they had been was impossible. Without good work and a stable place to live, she had to return to her parents. They were so understanding and caring, but still Christine felt awful.

So she lay there in her single bed in the bare walled room with unpacked bags sitting all around and held back the tears. This was going to be the worst Christmas ever and she even felt guilty about that. She wanted to come back home for Christmas with happiness, good news, and presents, not bitterness, depression, and debt. Her family didn’t deserve to deal with that.

As Christine lay there, spiralling ever further into despair, she tried imagining all the things that she wanted to be happening instead, but found she could hardly come up with anything that would make her feel good. Before she finally passed into an emotional exhaustion kind of sleep, she wished that she could feel happy about being here, like she would have when she was a kid. She just wanted them all to have a good Christmas.

There was a special kind of magic in the world that night and against all odds, Christine’s frantic, half asleep wish caught onto that magic.

By the morning, unbelievable changes had happened in that family home. The unsuspecting Christine was woken up on Christmas morning by her mother coming into her bedroom.

“We wish you a merry Christmas. We wish you a merry Christmas. We wish you a merry Christmas. What a cute little baby!” Sang Christine’s mom as she approached the bed. Yawning, Christine looked up past the bed rail to see her mom wearing a reindeer antler headband and smiling down at her. The sleepy Christine couldn’t help but smile although she didn’t quite understand what was going on. Things felt different.

Her mom reached down to pull away the covers on her bed which struck Christine as wrong. Her mom shouldn’t have just come into her room and definitely shouldn’t be taking her covers off. But why not?

As Christine tried to follow that train of thought her mom pulled away her bed covers and started tickling her tummy. Giggling, Christine suddenly realised something was in her mouth. It only became noticeable when she had giggled, before then everything felt normal. She gave it a light suck which felt right. Whatever it was, she enjoyed how it felt.

All of a sudden her mom was patting the front of Christine’s pyjama pants, right on the crotch. Something felt funny there. Her mom’s pats felt softened, like there was a lot of padding between Christine’s skin and her mom’s hand. It wasn’t right for her mom to be feeling around down there, yet it was the most normal thing ever. How could that be?

Her mom patted and squeezed a little before announcing, “feels pretty soggy down there sweetie. Maybe we should change you before presents?”

Soggy? She was soggy? Christine shifted slightly and tried to look down. She could feel that her crotch and butt was different somehow. She could see her red and white striped pyjamas which seemed so right for Christmas, even though she remembered going to bed in a hoodie. Poking out of the waistband of her pyjama pants was the white crinkly waistband of her diaper and past that she could see the poofy bulge of the extra thick overnight diaper around her crotch. It was probably even poofier because it was soggy.

She was wearing a diaper? An extra thick overnight diaper? Wasn’t she an adult? Diapers were for babies who weren’t potty trained and she… She wasn’t potty trained though. Sure, she used the potty all the time and had for as long as she could remember and she’d never worn diapers growing up or when she was at college, but still she was definitely not potty trained and always had to wear diapers.

Christine’s mind got stuck on the confusing facts that she was remembering, causing her to pause long enough for her mom to make the decision, “Yeah, let’s get you in a fresh diaper before opening your presents.”

That snapped Christine out of her confusion with a sudden realisation that is was Christmas and there were presents waiting for her downstairs. Almost panicked she shook her head and quickly said, “noooofff! Aaahww obennm pwfesssnfs mmowww!”

That didn’t sound right. Of course, the thing in her mouth was stopping her from talking properly.

“Huh?” Her mom tilted her head to the side and looked at her.

“Does Christie want to open her presents now?” It seemed her mom had understood the slurred muddle that she’d said. Christine vigorously nodded her head and mewled an agreeable sound past the thing in her mouth before giving it a pleasant suck again.

“Even though she has a squishy, soggy diaper?” Her mom continued the questioning, but with a teasing smile and another round of patting and squeezing of Christine’s thick diaper, making her wriggle in the bed and giggle again. Amidst the laughing, she nodded her head and tried to say “yes” but couldn’t get the word out with how much she was giggling.

Her diaper started to feel warm as she laughed and happily wiggled. The warmth started suddenly down between her legs and spread around to her butt. Although she was very aware of the feeling, nothing about it made Christine stop and investigate what was happening. It felt totally normal, even pleasant. She guessed that sometimes diapers just felt nice like that.

With a final squeeze of Christine’s diaper, her mom agreed, “Alright then. I suppose we can change your bum after presents.”

With more happy wiggles and cooing, Christine reached up towards her mom for help getting up. She could get up herself but it just seemed right to have her mom help like this. Wasn’t that the good thing about being back at home?

As her mom helped her up from the bed, Christine began to notice a few other things that were perfectly normal, yet different from how they had been when she went to bed. She knew that all her stuff had been in bags last night, but thankfully all that was gone now and what had been a pretty bare and unwelcoming room looked much more like it was supposed to. Her Disney Princess posters from when she was a little kid were back up on the walls, but now instead of Mulan and Belle they were Anna, Elsa, and Rapunzel. The dresser that always used to stand across from the door was there again, painted pink and covered with stickers like it was before she changed it to plain white. With it was her changing table and all her diapers and changing supplies. The dolls house she’d got rid of in the yard sale when she was 11 was back, along with a collection of stuffies and dolls.

Her bedroom looked just like she would have wanted it to when she was younger, but now with extra things to help cater for her being bigger and in diapers.

With a little help from her mom, Christine slipped out of bed and across the room to the door. She was very aware of how wide her gait was thanks to the thickness of her diaper, which seemed strange. She never normally noticed the way her diaper felt, even if it was a nighttime one like this. She was usually able to walk perfectly fine. Whatever the reason, she didn’t dwell on it and found that holding her mom’s hand made it much easier to hurry towards the door.

Stepping out into the landing Christine saw her dad coming out of the bathroom in his pyjamas and slippers. Catching sight of her wobbling her way out of the bedroom, he quickly pulled the Santa hat he was holding onto his head, and stretched his arms out towards her for a hug. Christine couldn’t think of anything she wanted to do more than hug her dad and leapt forward towards him. She half bounced along the landing, having to bring her legs up and out to accommodate the bulk between them, but before she knew it she fell into his arms and felt him slightly lift her off the ground, just for a moment. He half laughed, half groaned as he brought her feet back down onto the carpet and loosened his hold around her.

“Merry Christmas sweetie!” He said, still hugging her. With another giggle Christine bounced on her toes and tried to say “Merry Christmas Daddy,” but the nice thing in her mouth made it come out in all one sound again. That made her dad laugh and give her another squeeze hug. While doing that he reached one hand down to her thickly padded butt and gave it a pat and a light squeeze. Looking over Christine’s shoulder, he spoke to her mom.

“Is this soggy diaper not coming off yet?”

“She’s really excited about her presents. I thought it could hold up until after that.” Her mom replied from across the hallway. With another squeeze of Christine’s diaper her dad grunted in agreement.

“Suppose so. She’s probably going to keep filling it up anyway.”

Christine felt a little bit weird about her parents discussing her diaper so casually over her head. She couldn’t remember that ever happening before, even though they must do it all the time. She couldn’t changed her own diapers so people must always speak openly about them around her, although no examples were coming to mind. It didn’t matter though. Her diapers weren’t her concern.

The sound of Christine’s uncoordinated footsteps stomping down the stairs echoed through the house. This diaper really was making her waddle a lot which seemed strangely alien. There was no time to think about that though. It was Christmas morning and there was presents to open. In the living room the Christmas tree was as incredible as it had ever been when Christine was a child, and strewn around it was piles of presents in colourful wrapping paper. The sight took Christine’s breath away for a second. It was almost like all her best Christmas memories had come together to make the most perfect Christmas scene imaginable.

With real, unrestrained excitement Christine blurted out, “It’s Chwistmas!” Her excitement was so intense that her pacifier flew out of her mouth and across the room (so that was the nice thing in her mouth). Along with the sheer awe that washed over Christine was that warm feeling in her diaper again, just the same as it was before. She hardly noticed though and simply toddled over to the Christmas tree and took in the unbelievable sight. What was she going to do? It all seemed too perfect to even touch.

A moment later her parents were standing there, side by side with arms around each other, beaming at her. Christine was glowing as she looked from the tree to the presents to the two of them and back to the tree.

“Looks like a certain little girl has been very good this year,” her mom said. Did she mean Christine? Had she been good this year? She couldn’t really remember but she definitely felt good now. Maybe it was time to open some presents. That thought was echoed by her dad, saying, “And it looks like she’s going to be opening presents all morning thanks to that.”

Christine decided she’d better start opening them if it really was going to take all morning. She leaned back and dropped her butt down onto the floor with a thud and a satisfying squish. Diapers were really good for sitting on. She reached out and pulled the closest present towards herself and started to tear into it.

For well over an hour Christine opened present after present. Piles of toys appeared, full of cute stuffies, dolls with every accessory and outfit imaginable, beautiful tea sets perfect for playing tea parties with like she used to do when she was 3. Astonishingly she unwrapped the wooden kitchen play set that she had begged her dad for when she was 5 because they had it at her kindergarten, but she’d never actually got it back then. She hugged and kissed her dad over and over as he built it for her and her mom helped pick out all the toy pots and pans, food, dishes, cutlery, and even a cute chef’s outfit with the apron and tall hat. She had hated working in the kitchen at the diner over the past few weeks, but now she couldn’t wait to play chef.

There were so many clothes, all more adorable than each other. Set upon set of pyjamas, snap crotch onesies that would be perfect to wear with anything, footie pyjamas, tights, skirts, dresses, so many fluffy socks. She tried on 5 pairs of woolly Christmas socks before her mom finally said, “Those ones look so good with your jammies, just keep them on for just now.”

Christine couldn’t even keep track of how many pacifiers she’d opened and insisted on trying. She sucked joyously on each of them, occasionally causing little clinks as the plastic hit against her nose ring. That made her mom wonder, “Why did I ever allow you to get that thing?”

Christine didn’t know why, she just knew that her mom and dad were the best in the world. She loved them so much. Even when she had to stop opening presents and playing so that her dad could feed her a warm bottle of milk for breakfast, she couldn’t complain. She happily cuddled into him, sitting on the floor amongst all the torn wrapping paper and gulped down the tasty milk. With her mind a little more relaxed now that she wasn’t taking in so many new presents, she noticed how her diaper was even bulkier than it had been before. A slight squeeze of her legs proved her thighs were nowhere near able to touch and there was an extra squishiness to the padding. It still felt comfy and really warm though and Christine was in no hurry to be changed.

As soon as she was finished her bottle it was right back to playing for Christine, but now she was also able to enjoy the candy that had been in her stocking. While lining up her stuffies, she enjoyed mouthfuls of chocolate. The milk had been a good enough breakfast and had definitely filled her up and made her tummy feel a little bit heavy, but it was Christmas and that meant she could eat chocolate for breakfast as well. It was so tasty, but there wasn’t a lot of room in her tummy for it. She needed to take a break from munching candy as she moved an armful of stuffies over to the now fully built kitchen play set. She’d been a lot younger and smaller when she’d first wanted this play set, but luckily she had somehow not grown out of it. In fact this play set was the perfect size for her. She could stand at the wooden counter with all her stuffies lined up on top of it and start organising all the dishes for them.

It was while she was standing there that her tummy felt just a little bit too full. Not really sore, just full. Her tummy just needed to settle and make more space. Christine could feel instinctively how to make that happen and didn’t even think twice before pausing to push. She had already been standing sort of bow legged at the play set counter thanks to the thickness of the saggy diaper around her waist. The extra thick nighttime diaper had put in a lot of work, but could still handle more.

Christine sighed happily, feeling the wonderful relief of her tummy emptying. With only the briefest of pushes she filled up the seat of her diaper, causing it to sag even further and strain against her pyjama bottoms which had already lowered considerably since she’d got up. The heavy mess that dropped into her diaper felt hot and mushy, but was only on Christine’s mind for a moment. As soon as she’d finished pushing and felt that her tummy didn’t feel so full anymore, she went straight back to playing, the warm and fragrant bulk against her bottom forgotten about.

Across the room on the couch, her dad looked up from the tv guide to see his 23 year old daughter bounce back from her slight squat, a small content smile on her face. He didn’t need to wait for the smell to reach him to know exactly what had happened. He knew that pose all too well, even though if he thought about it he knew his daughter had only come home for the first time in years last night and he had finished potty training her close to 21 years ago. Apart from that thought, he was completely resigned to changing Christine’s diapers.

He put the magazine down and got up from the couch to walk over to her. At the table close by Christine’s mom looked up and saw what was happening. As he came up behind her, Christine’s dad said, “let’s save the rest of the presents until after we get a fresh diaper on you.”

With a short laugh Christine’s mom called over with an overly sweet voice, baby-talking her daughter, “Is daddy going to deal with the special present Christie made for us?”

Christine turned around only to have a pacifier popped right into her mouth by her dad before he put his arms around her and hoisted her up against his chest. He held her tight and close, feeling her snuggle into him as she sucked her pacifier. He could really smell her dirty diaper now that he was carrying her. The smell was nonexistent for Christine though, who was simply enjoying the perfect feeling of being carried off to her bedroom for a diaper change by her dad. Everything had been perfect this Christmas. It was the best Christmas she and her family had ever had.

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its true.

your diapers keep you warm, safe, and secure.

your diapers hug you tight and squeeze your hips just right.

you love your diapers

and your diapers love you

your diapers are your friends.

your diapers keep you happy.

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all of these letters around her... they meant something, right?

this always made Sara's head hurt, being put in the corner with all the weird symbols... they were called, letters she thought. but she wasn't sure. maybe they were part of her ABCs. but of course, she hadn't gotten past B yet.

as her head began to hurt, she felt all humiliated and dumb.

but that was secretly just fine with her caretakers. after all, she was put in the corner to see just how much she remembered about being a big girl. being a big girl with thoughts and ideas of her own. an adult with responsibilities.

of course , not too long ago, she felt that she had had enough with all of this 'adulting' and decided to trade it back for being a brainless bimbo baby girl. she was stripped of any big girl thoughts. stripped of responsibilities.

no more worrying about taxes

no more worrying about bills

no more worrying about school

no more worrying about her job

no more worrying about car payments

no more worrying about rent

just worrying about these weird marks on the wall, what comes after the letter B, and when she's going to be fed more mushy baby food.

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“Alright now, up we go,” came Mrs. Winthrop’s soft voice, as she picked her onesie-clad student up from the classroom floor and placed her onto her desk, their school principal looking on as she did. “Can’t be having a talk with you while you’re crawling around on the floor.”

Amber didn’t resist. She didn’t say anything, didn’t fight back against her teacher’s choice of words - after all, walking without tripping seemed to have become her latest challenge, and she had the carpet burns on her knees to prove it. Without a word of protest, the girl allowed herself to be picked up and placed on the desk, hiding her blushing face away as much as she could.

This was a far cry from the girl who first arrived in Mrs. Winthrop’s preschool classroom on Halloween day, half a year before. That Amber was headstrong and defiant, fuming constantly that some saboteur had seemingly drugged her and messed with her brain, leading her down a road of failed tests and embarrassing accidents. She was furious that she had to drop out of the college and come here to relearn her basics, and she let everyone around know it.

That Amber was proud. She was sure of herself. And even through all of her setbacks, she was confident. “Whatever,” she would snarl, “fine.I’ll just re-do some stuff and get out of here. I’m still an adult. I’m still better than all these dumb little brats.”

As the school year wore on, though, those “dumb little brats” could actually keep up with their preschool lessons. And Amber? Not so much.

While her classmates learned their numbers and letters and shapes, Amber just stared blankly, trying and failing to understand what the teacher was talking about, only to be distracted by the slightest hint of a pretty bird or a squirrel outside the window. Again and again, those “dumb little brats” ended up having to help her with shape blocks and stacking rings, while they played with their ‘advanced’ toys. Again and again, they would have to remind Amber to use the potty - or, more often, tell Mrs. Winthrop when the girl had an accident.

Maybe, if Amber had known that she was under a witch’s curse, she wouldn’t have been so shocked at how it all turned out. Maybe, if she had heard the incantation, heard that the spell would lower her abilities to the level of her maturity, she would have understood why her stubborn attitude wasn’t getting her anywhere. But of course, these were truths she never would have accepted, or believed.

“Amber, sweetie,” Mrs. Winthrop began, “we need to talk about your progress.”

The girl said nothing. Her face was turned away, her hands hidden between her legs.

“Now now,” the principal chimed in, a stern air of authority in his voice, “your teacher made you a very special potty chart, don’t you remember?”

Amber turned her eyes briefly to the wall, turning them back just as quickly. It was embarrassing for her to think about - the way her teacher had set it all up to help encourage her re-training, the whole class cheering her on like their little sister as she proudly donned her training pants. But of course, her results were anything but encouraging, and she was soon taken out of pullups altogether.

“Do you think you did a good job with your potty training?” Mrs. Winthrop asked.

The girl hung her head in silence.

“And do you think you’ve been doing a good job with your preschool lessons?” the teacher added.

“N-no,” Amber finally muttered, tears beginning to well in her eyes.

“And do you know what we’re going to have to do now?” came the principal, his arms crossed as he stood in front of the girl.

“Am I… Am I gonna havta stay in preschool again next year?” Amber's voice began to crack.

Mrs. Winthrop let out a heavy sigh. “No, honey… I’m afraid it doesn’t look like you’re ready for preschool at all.”

The girl was in shock. “B-b-b-b-” she stammered, “but… but I’m a big girl! I’m a big girl!”

“Oh?” the principal offered flatly, “And what do you think makes you a big girl?”

“‘Cause - ‘cause I’m…” Amber took her hands out from between her legs, trying to emulate the “I’m this many!” gesture that her classmates would often make. She wanted to show that she was nineteen… or was it twenty now? Was twenty more than nineteen? Would she need to use more fingers than the other preschoolers did? After all, she was a lot bigger than they were. But then again, they were a lot smarter than she was…

“Oh dear,” Mrs. Winthrop intervened, motioning the girl’s hands back toward her lap, “I think the poor thing’s gone and confused herself again.”

It was at that moment that another set of footsteps made their way into the classroom, and they belonged to Tom, Amber’s college boyfriend. Through all her failures and misadventures, he was the only one who stuck by her, seeming to enjoy having to take care of her more and more. And now, here he was again to pick her up from school.

“Daddy!” the girl blurted out instantly - he’d encouraged her to start calling him that, and it came naturally to her now - “They tolded me I can’t go preschool! They tolded me I’m not ready! But I’m a big girl! Big girl! Big girl big girl BIG GIRL!!” Amber shrieked, pounding the desk with her balled-up fists as the tears began to stream down her face.

“Oh my,” Tom turned to the two adults, unfazed, “has she been causing trouble?”

“Ah, you know how she can be,” Mrs. Winthrop shrugged, “I’m sure it hasn’t been easy for her, trying to keep up with these classes with the level she’s at.”

“Maybe,” Tom nodded, a wry smile beginning to form, “or maybe she just needs a change and a nap.

“Up we go, princess,” he turned to the girl, lifting her from the table and into his arms, “time to go home.”

“BIG GUWL!” Amber kept shouting, hands still waving in the air, “BIG GUWL! BIG GUWL!”

“I’m sure you will be one day,” her boyfriend-turned daddy assured her, patting her padded bottom, “but for now, we’re gonna find you a nice daycare, and first we gotta change you out of that stinky diapy.”

“But I’m not stin-” the girl protested meekly, before freezing halfway through.

That, of course, was when the smell and the sensation hit her. Of course she was stinky - she'd probably filled her diaper while shouting about what a big girl she was, while insisting that she belonged in a preschool where she was nothing more than the pants-pooping laughing stock of the class.

As the last remnants of her pride crumbled away, Amber started to imagine just how far she had left to fall. She wondered, as she was carried away from that classroom for the last time, was she going to be the laughing stock of her daycare, too? It was all too much for her mind to handle, and so the girl simply started to bawl. She cried, helplessly, like the little baby she had become. She cried, helplessly, like the little baby she had now been for months. She cried, helplessly, like the little baby she was going to be for a long, long time.

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