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You wake up and it’s dark, outside the bars of your crib the princess nightlight emits a pink glow, and you can see stars out the bedroom window.  You’ve got to pee really bad.  Getting up and going to the bathroom is out of the question, the side of your crib is locked.  You bare down and try to hold it.  The words that Mommy told you last night run through your head, “OK little one Mommy wants to see you can hold it all through the night like a good girl, if you can maybe we can get you some princess panties instead of those big baby diapers you’re wearing.”

Mommy didn’t know you’d snuck a can of Mountain Dew just before bedtime, you look at her and a bit of your nervousness shows through.  “You’ve been a good girl and not drank anything since supper time right,” she asks.  You nod sheepishly.  “Because if you have and you soak those diapers tonight there will be consequences.”  You feel a gulp go down your throat.

Your pacifier offers you no solace, the need to pee is overpowering and you just can’t stand it any longer.  You’ve been holding it so long and so hard that it hurts.  You feel a bit sharp cramp coming and realize you have to relax.  When you do you feel a flood, the thick overnight diaper suddenly feels warm and squishy.  You feel the wetness trickle around your rear and pooling in in the back of the diaper; you hope that none of it got out.  The feeling of being helpless to stop yourself from soaking your Pampers makes you incredibly aroused and soon you’re feeling yourself through the squishy wet padding.  Before long you fall back to sleep in a blissful haze.

You awake to the sound of your crib door sliding down.  “Hello little princess,” Mommy says.  She pulls the covers off you and the smile fades from her face.  “Well I see you couldn’t stay dry last night,” she says as she crosses her arms across her chest.

“I’m sorry Mommy it was an accident,” you say.

“We’ll see about that,” Mommy says as the crib door slides back up and locks in place.  Mommy leaves the room and you lay there in fear.  Mommy enters the room a few minutes later,”So you didn’t have a mountain dew last night?” she asks.

“No,” you say as you sheepishly turn your head.

“Then what’s this,” she says as she pulls an empty can from behind her back.

“I don’t know,” you say.

“Good little girls don’t lie,” Mommy says with a threat, “Now tell the truth, is this yours?”

“Yes,” you say fighting back tears.

“Allright,” she opens the crib door and takes you by the hand firmly pulling you out.  “You’ve been a bad girl, sneaking a soda when you know it’ll make you wet your diaper, then lying about it, there are consequences to that kind of behaviors little missy,” she says as she leads you across the room. She leads you to your familiar changing table and guides you up the step and lays you down on the plastic pad.

“Only babies wet their diapers, are you a baby?” she asks.

“No,” you see without much conviction.

“I don’t know about, I think you like soaking your diapers,” Mommy says, before you can offer a huge pacifier is stuffed in your mouth.  You hear the sound of tearing tapes as Mommy takes off the wet diaper and then you feel your bottom getting wiped down.  “OK roll over,” she says and you do so knowing what’s coming.  The first swat is light, but they soon get harder, you whimper at the pain knowing that soon you’ll be crying for her to stop, but then, she stops.  “Mommy has an idea, stay right there.” she says and leaves your room.  You tremble in fear imagining what she’ll bring back to spank you with, a paddle, a belt, a cane.

You hear her come back in a few minutes later. “Mommy has decided that maybe since you like being a baby so much instead of a little girl she’s going to punish you in a different way.”  You can’t see what’s going on but you feel something go sliding up your rectum pushed in by Mommy’s finger, then another, then another.  A few seconds later you feel something bigger going up then sliding out, but even after it slides out you still feel something up there.  You realize what Mommy has done just as she begins to tell you.

“See Little One, babies don’t just wet their diapers then mess them too, now roll over.”  You roll over and see your Mommy’s stern look, but the slight smile lets you know she’s enjoying this punishment.  “Now since we started your potty training you’ve had no problems with messy accidents but can’t seem to stop wetting so if you’re going to wet your diapers like a baby then you can mess them too.  Oh and I put a little something up there to make sure that Mommy won’t have to change a Poopy diaper for awhile.”  Mommy says with a smirk.

You lay there helpless sucking your pacifier trying to keep from crying as Mommy places an overnight diaper under your tushy and then begins to coat your smooth skin with thick white paste.  “You should be thankful that your Mommy cares enough to give you a good coat of rash cream, though a diaper rash would teach you a good lesson,” she says.  The overnight diaper is taped up and followed with a second diaper.  “Mommy doesn’t have time to keep changing you all the time so this should help with leaks,” she says as she snaps on a pair of plastic pants over the double thick diaper.

You are helped off the table then Mommy goes to your closet returning with a light blue onesie and  pair of bib overalls that end with a very short skirt.  Fully dressed Mommy guides you to the large mirror in the corner, you waddle from the thickness between your legs.  The pink skirt just barely covers your diaper.  “My aren’t you a cutie, maybe I should just keep you as a baby, do a little curtsy for Mommy.” she commands.  You look at her and frown but you can see from her expression that she wasn’t kidding so you do a little curtsy.

“OK now Mommy’s going to get a few things ready, why don’t you go out on the porch and get the paper,” she says.

“Like this?” you ask.

“Yes silly like that,” she says then gives that stern look.  You look at the clock, it’s 7:30 on a Sunday morning.

“What if someone sees me?”  you ask.

“You mean what if someone sees a grown man dressed like a baby girl?”

“Yeah,” you reply.

“Well if you’re that worried about it then take all that off and put on your regular clothes otherwise be a good girl and do what Mommy tells you.”

“Yes Mommy,” you say.

“Oh one more thing,” Mommy has you sit on the changing table and pulls lacey socks up your feet and buckles pink mary jane shoes on.  “Now you can go outside,” she says and gives you a pat on the rear.  You waddle to the front door and crack it, luckily it’s just barely light and no one is outside so you dash out to the porch.  Just as luck would have it the paper didn’t make it on the porch this morning, its nearly on the sidewalk.  You sprint down the steps and the 10 feet to the sidewalk then bend down showing the world your diaper as you snatch the paper.  Down the street you see a jogger coming.  You sprint back to the house praying they couldn’t make out your embarrassing costume.

Ten minutes later you find yourself bucked into your big highchair, your arms at your sides and getting huge mouthfuls of wet goopy cereal spooned in your mouth.  You’re feeling a good deal of pressure in your bowels as the suppositories melt and do their job.  The strange thing is the swelling feeling of the tampon.  Mommy unlocks your hands and places four big 11 ounce baby bottles on the highchair tray.  “Now since you like it so much these are all filled with mountain dew. Mommy’s going to go do some cleaning and then take a dip in the pool. when I get back in a couple hours I want to see all that gone.”

“Yes Mommy,” you say. On the kitchen table she sets up her ipod to play Barney the big Purple Dinosaur shows just to further punish you.

In the next half an hour the sensations in your rear become stronger, and the tampon feels even bigger.  Cramps begin to come in waves and begin to wet from all the mountain dew.  Even if you wanted to poop for the relief you can’t seem to push it out.  Eventually the pressure seems to be more then you can bare, and you push hard.  A huge load gushes out filling the diaper.  At the same time you completely soak it when you begin to pee uncontrollably.  You try to get your hands on your diaper to fill the swelling mess but the locked tray on top and the sides of your chair prevent access.  As Barney sings about sharing you realize its going to be a long frustrating day.

 

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I realized its been awhile since I’ve actually posted diaper girls  on my diapergirlpictures blog, so how about some comics.  I selected some of my favorite ones the other day and thought I’d post them according to themes.  The first theme is breastfeeding.  One of my all time favorite activities.

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Yesterday was one of those “All In” AB days.  In the morning I got diapered up, put one a Onesie, and then onesie pajamas and went to Wal-Mart for some shopping.  Of course I was wearing regular clothes over the PJs.  You could never tell what I had on underneath.  I spent a lot of time looking at the various incontinence pads and bought some of the Men’s Guards pads that are 14 for $3 they could be my new go to stuffer.  I almost bought some of the Equate brand Overnight bladder pads for women, they look really big, and you get 30 for 8 dollars.

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Anyway went out to the woods to take some pictures afterwards, I was in a place that is pretty popular but in the middle of the week, early in the morning I didn’t expect anyone to show up, and if they did I was pretty sure I’d have ample warning.  So I took off my street clothes and ran around in my Onesie for awhile.  In hindsight this was probably really stupid, just because I thought no one was around doesn’t mean that no one is around.

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Then I got this idea, it was cool, but not freezing and I decided to take everything off but my diaper and get in the water and see how long I could handle it.  The answer wasn’t long, maybe 30 seconds.  Luckily I brought a spare diaper to change into, and the onesie felt so awesome on my cold damp skin.

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After this little adventure I went to the thrift store.  I was walking around and spotted something that nearly floored me.  I big pink leotard, it looked really big and thought it would fit. I also spotted an opened package of girls XL Goodnites for 1 and then I decided to look at the shoes.  I’ve always wanted a pair of heels that would fit, but finding some big enough for my big feet wouldn’t be easy.  I’m a little bit turned on by cross dressing sometimes, especially cute girl clothes.  I found a pair of platform style shoes, they weren’t heels but they were several inches taller in the back then the front and size 12 womens.

One I got home I was in a state of near bliss.  With a Goodnite on I put the leotard on, it was tight but fit, then I put on the sandals which were very tight.  Walking around the house in this outfit I felt like a big bedwetting girl playing dress up before bed.  No pictures though from this, maybe later.

Today I was able to get diapered and I experienced the difference between a good and bad diapering.  I started this morning by using a cloth stuffer inside an Attends Breathable Brief.  I bought a couple packs of these Attends awhile back at a thrift store and while they were super cheap they are also super bad diapers.

With nothing but the diaper on I went about the house doing chores and what not.  Multiple times the bottom tapes came undone and the tops had to be readjusted several times.  I had only wet it a bit at this point.  I put on some pants and went to town to pick up a few items.  When I bent over to pick something up I felt the bottom tapes come undone again.  I didn’t really wet in feat of a leak.

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My home made onesie keeping up a very swollen Molicare diaper.

I took the diaper off at home and found that almost every bit of padding had migrated between the legs and the tapes wouldn’t really stay tight. This was about an hour and half into wearing it and just a little wetting. Wearing something like this is a joke.  It’s absorption is laughable, it’s so uncomfortable.  I can’t imagine it working for anyone.  I decided to try a better diaper and went all out for a better experience.

 

I folded a very thin home made cloth diaper with two thin cloth stuffers.  It’s probably good enough for a couple wettings but very light.  Then I put on a Molicare Super over it.  When it comes to good diapers I’ve tried the Molicare Super is one of my favorites.  It’s super comfortable.  The cloth diapers become saturated and spread the wetness out around the diaper.  Since they are tightly pinned on they help keep the wetness from sagging as much.  As they get full the diaper underneath starts soaking it up.

Afterwards I put on my homemade onesie.  This is really the key.  Anyone who wears diapers should have a onesie.  Quality diapers like Abena and Molicare work well without them but so much better with them.  Even cheap diapers like my Attends work much better when the padding is held in place by a onesie.

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With my onesie on I did some more chores, then did 20 minutes on the elepitical, afterwards doing a few sets of deadlifts and some other lifting.  All the while I was drinking lots and lots of water, way more then I needed.  In an hour the diaper was wet, way wetter then the Attends before but still exactly where it should be.   It was much more comfortable and two hours later it’s soaked.  The front padding is saturated and beyond squishy, but its staying put and the moisture is finding it’s way to the back of the diaper.  I could probably wear this another hour.

Saddly the Molicare doesn’t have the super thick gel padding that Abenas and ABDL diapers like Tykables have.  This diapers performe like baby diapers in that they just keep swelling and swelling.  The Molicare defeintly has less padding, but still performs far better then a generic diaper.

Tumblr has been a pretty interesting development for those of us who follow the diaper girl picture scene.  Lots and lots of girls have posted pictures of themselves diapered.  Of course you have to filter through thousands of posts about other stuff to actually find the photos you’re looking for.

http://jennyrose87.tumblr.com/ If you search hard enough on this tumblr you’ll find some really interesting pictures of adult babies playing and a girl with a very excellent nursery room.  Here’s a few but there are lots more.

 

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