Not So Bad

Not So Bad

“See, this isn’t so bad, is it sweetie?”

You jumped at the voice of your mo— your girlfriend; you had gotten so invested in coloring between the lines that you hadn’t noticed her sit next to you on your playmat.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say my lil one was really enjoying coloring, hmm?”

You let the crayon fall out of your hands and turned to face her. You scowled behind your pacifier, trying your best to make a face that told her how unamused and serious you were.

“Sweetie,” she giggled, “if you’re trying to show mommy how gown-up you can be, it would probably work better without the pacifier bobbing in between your silly little lips.”

You blinked. Why hadn’t you thought of that? Your mouth widened, allowing the slobbery pacifier to slip out.

“I am a gwown-up!” You whined.

“Right~” Mommy said skeptically, “and that’s why you need mommy to check your diapies?”

“I don need my diapies checked!”

“Really? So if I checked your diaper right now, it would be bone-dry?”

“Well, I didn’t say—“

Mommy ignored your protests as she reached across the playmat to squish the seat of your padding.

“Oh my goodness baby! Your diapie is soaked! You must’ve gotten distracted playing, huh?”

“I— uhhhh,” you stammered helplessly.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. Mommy bought a whole new pack of diapers to change you into! Isn’t that great!”

Another one? You had always been pretty open to trying new things, especially when it came to your partner’s kinks, but this was getting out of hand.

Your girlfriend had convinced you to be her baby for as long as it took you to go through all your diapers. At the time, that meant one pack of diapers, which didn’t seem so bad. Then, one pack mysteriously spawned another, and before you knew it, you had shelves and shelves of diapers to soil.

Now that you think about it, you couldn’t even remember exactly how long ago that was. Parts of this had been fun while it lasted, but enough was enough. It was time to put your foot down.

“No! No! No!” You kicked your legs against the playmat for emphasis, “I am a big kid, and I wanna be treated as such! No more diapies!!”

“Sweetheart,” mommy’s voice was drowning in honey, “let’s not kid ourselves. A real adult would have never let this go on so long; nothing was stopping you from saying no and ripping off your diaper months ago. A real adult wouldn’t wet diaper after diaper and sit in them until their caregiver changed them with no complaints.”

“B-Buh…” tears started to well in your eyes as you failed to find a retort.

“Shhh it’s okay sweetheart,” she lovingly stroked a wayward strand of hair behind your ear, “Now that we know for sure you’re not a real adult, I can take care of you just like the baby I wanted.”

“Besides it’s not all bad. Look at these adorable diapies you get to wear for mommy; there’s even little teddy bears on the back!”

"Y-yeah, buh…"

"Hey, I know! How about I give you a super duper special diapie change and make you go all tingly in your special area? Then I'll read you a story and put you down for a nap. Now wouldn't that make my little one feel all better?"

"Y-yeth Mommy."

As mommy led you by hand to your changing table, you couldn’t shake the thought that maybe —just maybe— this isn’t so bad.

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Credit for this image goes to @diaperedcuties

Hope you enjoy!!

As always, all characters depicted are 18+

Let me gush on why I think diapers are the ultimate tool for control.

It's a status symbol: this is the easiest to explain. You look at a little and know immediately they are not on the same level of you. This padded excuse for underwear shows that the person wearing it is not to be treated as an adult and is to be treated like they do not have the ability to work a toilet let alone handle any responsibilities.

It's a physical barrier: a diaper literally puts a barrier between the little's genitalia and anything that they might want, such as pleasure, the dignity to use the toilet, hell even the ability to clean themselves properly. Just some plastic and fluff keep can be so restrictive.

"functional" clothing: not only does a diaper look and feel like a tool for control but also act the part. It's a container for one of the most humbling liquids on the planet. It also has a hidden purpose of being able to be written on. Even the most basic of diapers can be a powerful tool when used to contain the piss of someone who claims to be an adult

Dependence: there is almost no other kink tool that can be used quite like a diaper to make your little depend on you. It literally has to be acknowledged every 4 to 12 hours. It also often has to be checked, talked about, and changed. If you truly want to make someone dependent on you, make it so they have to come to you to be changed. They will feel your presence with every step they take.

Just a baby needing a change