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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.


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.


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.


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.

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. 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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Nick slid onto the bar stool next to the gorgeous redhead he had been watching for the last 30 minutes.  “Can I buy you a drink,” he asked in his smoothest possible voice.  The woman turned slowly and looked him in the eye with a scowl that slowly turned to an amused smile.

“Sure, I’ll have a mudslide,” she said with a laugh.

“Hey, can I get a mudslide for the lady and a Miller Light for me,” Nick said loudly to the bartender over the din of amplified rock music and noisy patrons.

“So you here alone tonight,” Nick asked.

“I don’t know you tell me, you’ve been watching me all night,” she replied.

A nervous laugh slid out of Nick’s throat, “Yeah, guilty.”

“Well I’m alone,” she replied. “How about you, you got some other buddies helping you on your stake out, or at least a wing man or something.”

“Umm, no look I’m sorry, I don’t usually do this kind of thing, you know like bars and stuff,” Nick answered.

“Recently divorced,” the redhead said matter of factly.

“Yeah, how did you know,” Nick said.

“I can read your mind,” she answered with complete seriousness.  A moment of awkward silence passed then she broke out laughing, and nick cracked up as well.

“I had you going there,” she said between laughs.  “My name is Lucy,” she said holding out her hand.

“Nick,” he answered taking her hand.

“Nick lets go grab that booth over there and I’ll try reading your thoughts,” Lucy said, reaching back to grab the untouched drink.

For the next hour Nick told Lucy all about his life, his ho-hum job for a telecom, his childless marriage that fell apart a month ago, his hobby of fishing, and his new little bachelor apartment.  He found it easy to talk to Lucy, she listened, asked questions and acted genuinely interested.  She told him about growing up in the South and moving to Michigan with her family, loving the cold winters, and eventually staying here when they moved back to Louisiana, about looking all her life for a soul mate, and her love of 80s power ballads.

It wasn’t long before Lucy invited Nick over to her place and he found himself making out with her the couch.  She gave him a look of eager anticipation and soon he was being pulled to her bedroom.   She pushed him against the bed and he fell backwards, Lucy fell on top of him and straddled his waist. “Do you want to be my baby,” Lucy said between kisses.

“Oh yeah,” Nick replied.

“Will you do anything  I ask,” Lucy asked playfully smiling.

“Yes, anything,” Nick answered.

“Great,” Lucy said pulling Nick’s shirt over his head, “Now undo your belt.”  Nick struggled to get his belt undone and yanked his pants off, while watching Lucy strip off her tight top revealing a lacey bra.  She pulled her pants down and let Nick get a good look at her tiny pink bikini panties.

She reached over and opened her nightstand and Nick convulsed in anticipation.  He hadn’t had sex in months and was sure she was about to pull some condoms out of the drawer.  Instead she pulled out a large folded plastic rectangle.  “Now layback,” Lucy said.

“Umm, what is that.” Nick said as he laid back.

“It’s your diaper,” Lucy said as she unfolded the adult diaper.  Nick was stunned to see the diaper was printed with babyish images and looked identical to a real baby diaper.

“Is this some kind of joke or something, where’s the cameras I’m getting punked right.” Nick said with a chuckle.

“Nope, now raise your bottom,” Lucy said in sweet voice.

“Hold on a minute, now, what’s going on here,” Nick said.

“Do you want to get these undies off or what,” Lucy said.

“Yeah OK,” Nick answered rising up and Lucy pulled his boxers off revealing his stiff hardon.  She caressed his cock and teased around it for a few moments then lifted up his bottom and slid the diaper underneath.  “Wait, what the hell is going on, I’m not into this kind of thing,” Nick said.

“You said you wanted to be my baby, and you said you’d do anything I asked.”

“Well yeah,” Nick answered.

“Just relax baby, you’re going to enjoy this I promise” Lucy said as she folded the diaper over his front and began to attach the tapes.  Despite the incredibly embarrassing conditions or perhaps because of them Nick felt his cock grow even larger.  Lucy stood over Nick with a big smile on her face then took off her pants and top revealing lacey panties.  Nick could tell that Lucy was hot with her clothes on, but now in her bra and panties Nick was stunned; her body was perfect.  She reached around to undo her bra, revealing her huge pert breasts.  She sat down on the bed next to Nick with her back against the headboard and guided his head to one of her nipples, where Nick happily latched on.

Lucy stroked Nick’s hair and held onto his head while he sucked like an infant even though Lucy’s breasts contained no milk.  Eventually she guided his head to the other breast and Nick continued to suck and started humping his cock against her leg.  The wild crinkling sounds reminded him he was wearing a big plastic diaper.  Despite the extreme embarrassment he was more turned on then he had even been in his life.

Lucy pulled her teat from Nick’s mouth and slid her panties down then pushed him towards her pussy.  “Be a good baby, lick and suck for mommy,” she said and Nick happily followed directions.  As she grew even more heated she grabbed Nick’s head and held him tight and screamed, “Faster, suck, suck, come on.”  Nick was working her clitoris as fast as he could and suddenly felt even more pressure from her hands as her body arched.  She came with a violent moan that continued for several seconds then collapsed into bed.  Nick collapsed as well, his mouth was completely worn out, he stood up and began to slide the diaper off his legs, but it was taped on tightly.

“Whoa, there what are you doing,” Lucy asked.

“I’m going to take this off so you can return the favor,”Nick said with a smug grin.

“No, do not take your diaper off,” Lucy commanded.

“Umm, no, this is fucked up,” Nick said and ripped one of the large oversized tapes off.  He immediately collapsed in pain, some of the worst stomach cramps he’d ever had.

“I warned you,” Lucy said with a chuckle.

“What the fuck,” Nick yelled between a moan of pain.

“Stick the tape back on Nick,” Lucy commanded.  Nick felt a slight compulsion to do as she said, and quickly reattached the tape.  He immediately felt the stomach cramps began to subside but it took nearly a minute for the pain to completely go away.  Nick laid in the floor in the fetal position covered in sweat and breathing hard, his hands wrapped around his stomach then looked up at Lucy who was grinning at him from ear to ear.

“What the fuck have you done to me, he said through clinched teeth.

“I think I’ve heard enough from your mouth, stop cursing,” Lucy commanded.

“Bullshit, what have you done, drugged me or something,” Nick said, but even before he finished he felt a wave of pain pass through his stomach.  He folded back up to his fetal position again.

“No I haven’t drugged you Nick,” Lucy said with a chuckle, “But unless you enjoy pain it would be best if you do as I say.”

“How are you making my stomach hurt like that,” Nick said in anger.

“Well actually I’m not making your stomach hurt, you are,” Lucy said.

“That’s nuts, why would I do that,” Nick asked.

“You’re subconscious is punishing you for not doing as I say,” she answered, “Why don’t you follow me into the living room dear, we’ll have a drink,”  Lucy said as she walked naked across the floor stepping over Nick and taking a robe from a hanger on the door she left the bedroom.  Nick felt a strong compulsion to follower her and did, his diaper crinkled as he walked.  He saw himself in the dresser mirror, the diaper was a very close reproduction of a baby diaper, it had soft pastel print and one single tape on each side.  Nick was stunned by how babyish it looked.  “Nick, I’m waiting,” Lucy said.  Nick quickly left the room in fear of the stomach pain.

Lucy was waiting for him on the couch, in one hand she held a wine glass filled with red, the other a baby bottle with a large oversized nipple, filled with white milk.  She handed Nick the bottle, “Here, nurse this bottle while I explain some things,” Lucy ordered.

Nick took the bottle from her hand without even thinking about it, he raised the nipple towards his mouth and then stopped, “I’m not drinking this, I don’t even know what it is.”

“It’s milk, what else would a baby drink,” Lucy said.

“I’m not a baby,” Nick yelled back.

“Ha that’s what you think, start sucking,” she commanded with a laugh.

Before Nick even knew what he was doing the bottle was in his mouth and he had latched on to large rubber nipple, he yanked the bottle out of his mouth and dropped it on the floor, within moments he collapsed on the floor with the uncontrollable stomach cramps.  He desperately reached for the bottle and began to suck like crazy.  Much to his relief the pain began to subside.

“That’s better, now keep that in your mouth and listen, I don’t enjoy seeing you in pain,” Lucy said.  “As I told you back at the bar I can read minds, I know you thought it was a joke, but it’s not.  My powers don’t just stop at mind reading, as you see I can influence minds as well.  The more connected I am with a person the more influence I have.  You already feel my hold in your mind, in time it will grow more natural.”  Nick lay on the floor clutching the bottle with both hands and sucking the milk as Lucy explained, the fear in his mind was paralyzing him because he knew she wasn’t lying.

“There is one drawback to my powers; they need fuel in the form of emotions.  Every psychic feeds from different combinations of emotions, some happiness, love, anger, pain, others fear, my power comes from humiliation, lust, and feelings of nurturing; the more you feel these things the stronger I become.  Over the years I’ve tried different ways to manifest these emotions in people, I found that emasculation and regression one of deepest humiliations which also leads to a strong lust, and a nurturing relationship thus the diapers and baby treatment.  Sorry I have to do this to you, but unfortunately Nick I need your emotions.  Now it’s Friday night and I’m getting tired, plus babies need a lot sleep.  I know you have a job to go to Monday, but until then consider yourself mine, and remember the more you fight it and fail to follow commands the worse it will feel for you.”

“Wait, I have to go home, I can’t be gone all weekend,”  Nick said then immediately stuck the bottle nipple back in his mouth.

“Nick, remember I’m a psychic I can read your mind, you were thinking of calling a buddy for golf, and you need to feed your fish.  Both can wait until Monday,” Lucy explained.

“There is no way I’m going along with this, I’m not going to stay here all weekend,” Nick said in anger.

“You act as if you had a choice in the matter,” Lucy said with a laugh, “Now I think you are feeling sleepy, your eyes are getting tired and your body feels so heavy and worn out, you’re going to finish sucking your bottle and fall into such a deep baby sleep, you’re so tired that you don’t even care how full your bladder is, it doesn’t matter you’re wearing a diaper you don’t have to hold it anymore,” Lucy continued in a sweet motherly voice and then walked out of the living room.

Nick indeed felt himself getting sleepy, he was telling himself not to fall asleep, not to fall into this woman’s trap.  He tried to get up but collapsed back on his belly.  He tried to stop sucking the bottle but he kept finding it back in his mouth, the oversized teat filled his mouth so well and the milk he sucked out of it was so good he couldn’t stop.  Nick also felt that he did have a full bladder and needed to pee.  “I’ve got to use the bathroom before I fall asleep,” Nick said between yawns.

“Oh my poor little guy is so tuckered out he can’t even make it to his crib,” Lucy said returning from the hallway, “Mommy will just let you take a little nap here on the floor.”  She moved the coffee table and spread out a soft blanket then rolled Nick onto it, he was too tired to resist.  She tucked a small pillow under his head and spread a baby blue blanket over the top of him.  Nick could feel that the bottle was almost gone and in complete humiliation he couldn’t stop his bladder from relaxing, he felt the warm wetness spreading out through his diaper and couldn’t help but find it incredibly peaceful.  He fell asleep with the bottle nipple still in his mouth.