Babes In Diapers

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Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Miley's Oral Fixation

OK, I admit it-- I thought that the suggestion that Miley Cyrus was into age play in the wake of her Ellen interview was a bit silly. Certainly she has employed infantile imagery in her shows, and she did use the term Adult Baby on Ellen, but I chalked it up to a desire to look and act cute, without any specific age play overtones. But the evidence continues to pile up, and even I'm starting to raise an eyebrow at this point. Let's look at Miley showing off her oral fixation:

Here's a pic Miley posted of herself sucking a pacifier on Facebook (thanks to gaBlaBla for the heads up.)

Here's a couple of pics of Miley sucking her thumb (thanks to the anonymous reader who sent these in.)

Lastly, here she is drinking from a bottle in a pic she posted on Instagram (thanks to Daniel for the find)

I mean, I'm not saying I think Miley spends her days off lounging around in Cushies, but she has appeared on this blog enough times to earn her own tag, so...

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Mommy Dearest Chapter Three

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Sorry about the wait on this one you guys, but I think you'll agree it was well worth it. Art for this chapter was provided by RFSwitched, who did his typically terrific job. You can check out more of his work in Diaper Pins.

Once again, feel free to redistribute this pic anywhere you want-- all I ask is that you leave the watermark and provide a link back here if possible.

Chapter Three

Krystal quickly realized that the twins were leading her away from the exit. She started to squirm, her heart racing, panic rising… she was desperate to know where they were going, but since the gag prevented her from doing much more than groaning inarticulately, it was a moot point. So she padded along, barefoot, waddling from the bulk of the massive diaper between her legs. In her big, floppy bonnet and ridiculously tiny bib that barely came down over her nipples, her every step accompanied by a noisy crinkle that brought a rosy blush to her cheeks, Krystal knew she must’ve looked just like a giant baby.
     She tripped and stumbled, her stride disrupted by the thick bulk of the diaper between her legs. “Krystal, are you still hammered?” Carrie chided her stepmother. “God, only an irresponsible, immature little infant like you could possibly get drunk at a time like this.”
     “I know, right?” Chloe agreed, savoring the opportunity to condescend to her stepmother. “Who thinks ‘well, I’m running around in public with my bare ass hanging out… it’s Miller time?’”
     The twins broke up into helpless laughter. Krystal boiled with anger, dying to point out that it was them who procured the alcohol and started her drinking… but with the gag in her mouth, she had no choice but to stand by and listen to them share a laugh at her expense.
     “Well, I’m not driving around with her in that condition,” said Carrie “she’ll probably pass out and piss herself or something.”
     “Let’s check around,” Chloe suggested, “maybe we can get her some food, see if that sobers her up a bit.”
     “MMph?!” Kristal grunted around her gag. They knew she maintained a very strict diet, every calorie carefully calculated against her workout routine. She tried to remind them as she was dragged down the hall and into the kitchen, but between her pacifier and their infernal giggling, the effort was futile.
     Into the kitchen she was dragged, with the twins delivering a few quick spanks to her thickly pampered bottom for encouragement. Krystal squealed and fumed, outraged at this treatment—but she was no match for the pair of them, and the soon hustled her across the floor and into a waiting high-chair. Her big diapered butt just barely fit into the seat, but otherwise she was able to sit comfortably. Chloe slid the tray into place in front of her and locked it with a mischievous grin. Scowling furiously, Krystal gripped the sides of the tray and tried to rip it off, but her efforts were disrupted by Carrie taking one of her hands and pulling it around behind her. Chloe did the same with her other hand, and Krystal could do nothing but struggle impotently, desperately murmbling her outrage as her wrists were lashed together behind her. Although she was in a comfortable position, her hands and arms were totally immobilized. She realized, with increasing fear, that she was totally at the mercy of her bitchy stepdaughters.
     Once they had her secure, the twins began going through the cupboards, removing the items they would need. Watching nervously from her high-chair, Krystal strained as best she could to see what they were doing, but she couldn’t make out much. A can opener was employed; something thick and goopy was poured out into a pot, which was then set on the stove. Krystal glared and squirmed, sweating under her big stupid bonnet. The room was getting hot, her thick pampers like a sauna around her waist.
     Slowly, the room began to fill with the scent of cooking food, and Krystal, in spite of herself, began to relax. I guess it won’t be so bad to have a bite to eat, she reasoned. It would be nice to fill her empty stomach a bit. She would simply inform the twins that she only wanted a few bites, no more. I’ll just have a little lunch, she told herself, and then we can get out of here.
          So she sat in the high-chair and waited, trying to steady her breathing. The thought of being caught weighed heavily on her, and she was desperate to get out of there and change… if that meant playing along with the twins, she could indulge them… to a point, anyway.
     The room filled with a delicious and familiar scent. Her stomach gurgled noisily, and she began to salivate. Whatever they were cooking smelled wonderful, and she scanned the kitchen for clues about what they were making, but there was no sign, and the twins were huddled together and giggling between themselves. Krystal sniffed the air and tried unsuccessfully to place the smell. She couldn’t do it—but watching the twins cackle amongst themselves and tend to whatever was bubbling thickly on the stove, Krystal was unable to shake the image of witches stirring their caldron.
     At last, lunch was ready, and the twins came over with the pot in hand, each one brandishing a large spoon. There was something malicious in their grins, and Krystal squirmed on her diapered bottom, suddenly quite nervous.
     “Ready for lunch?” Chloe asked as she set the pot down on the tray in front of her. Carrie went around behind her and unfastened the gag. She pulled it from Krystal’s mouth covered in drool.
     Chloe uncovered the pot with a flourish. Krystal hesitantly peered inside. A large mass of baked beans simmered within, steaming deliciously. Krystal estimated there was nearly a pound in there, and she began to sweat. Krystal’s diet had kept her from eating everything but the smallest portions of the blandest food possible since she was in high school… any deviation from that routine tended to produce embarrassing intestinal upsets. “N-now girls,” she tried to reason, struggling against her bonds as they dug in. “Let’s talk about this… you know that mommy is on a very strict die—umph!” she grunted, cut off by Chloe shoving a big spoonful of beans into her mouth. She chewed and swallowed as quickly as she could, because Carrie already had her spoonful ready, and she vindictively smeared Krystal’s luscious lips while she waited. Scowling, Krystal swallowed and opened her mouth again for Carrie to deposit another spoonful in her mouth. Meanwhile, Chloe loaded up a massive, heaping helping, taking great care to overflow Krystal’s mouth so that a few errant beans spilled from between her lips and trailed down her chin, plopping messily onto her bib.
     They continued feeding her in this fashion at a steady pace. Soon a quarter of the pot was gone, then half, and Krystal was beginning to feel full. In fact, she realized with a groan, she was beginning to feel positively swollen. Her face was smeared with bean sauce, her bib thoroughly splattered. Her belly, normally flat as a board, was beginning to pooch out noticeably. She groaned, then followed it up by letting out a shockingly loud belch. The prissy Krystal blushed furiously at her unladylike outburst. The twins shared a grin with each other—their plan was starting to pay off.
     Krystal took this brief pause to beg a little. “Enough girls… please—I feel like I’m going to burst!”
     “You just might,” Carrie cackled, shoveling another heaping spoonful into Krystal’s mouth.
     “Of course, not in the sense that you mean,” said Chloe cryptically, waiting patiently for Krystal toswallow before she spooned another pile of beans into her stepmother’s mouth. They had liberally laced Krystal’s lunch with a bulk forming fiber laxative powder, designed to soak up liquid and clean the intestines out. It would quickly soak up the booze and help sober Krystal up— among other things…
    Suddenly, Krystal farted loudly, a long, drawn out cheek-flapper only slightly muffled by her thick diaper. “Oh!” she grunted, reddening as Carrie shoveled in another spoonful of beans.
     “Krystal!” Carrie tittered, feigning outrage. “How rude! Exercise some control over yourself!” she chided, barely maintaining a straight face and she rammed another spoonful of beans into her stepmother’s mouth.
     Worse, the margaritas she drank had gone straight through her. The urge had snuck up on her suddenly, but now her bladder was throbbing painfully. Almost before she realized it, she’d let out a big, hot gush, the material between her legs growing warm and soggy against her pussy. She futilely struggled to maintain control, but it was nearly impossible to concentrate with the twins stuffing her face full of beans. Krystal reddened, pissing her diaper helplessly. Her one consolation was that Carrie and Chloe were so busy stuffing her face they hadn’t noticed—not yet anyway.
     The minutes crawled by on the clock. Soon Krystal’s entire mouth and chin were smeared with beans, her bib well splattered. A few errant drops had landed on her tummy and thighs, and more than a few had hit the front of her diaper. Her guts were filled to the point of bursting with gas, and she squirmed uncomfortably, the soggy diaper squishing beneath her dainty bottom. She choked down the beans as best she could, alternately belching and farting, humiliated to discover that she appeared to be unable to control it. The twins simply smirked, pinching their upturned little noses and fanning their faces, never passing up an opportunity to make an embarrassing remark as she passed gas in her pampers.
     “We are definitely going to have to get her a fresh diaper after this!” Chloe chuckled as a particularly wet, greasy fart cut through the air, and Krystal thought, for one breathless moment, that she’d dumped a load in her diaper.
     Krystal fixed them with her most pitiable stare and begged. “No—” she belched heartily. “No more! Please!”
     Carrie fixed her with a shocked look. “Krystal! I’m surprised at you! There are people going hungry in the world tonight, and you want us to waste all this food?” She shoveled a spoonful of beans into her stepmother’s mouth, cutting off her protests. “You be a good girl and finish your beans!”
     Krystal moaned and swallowed, her stomach swollen and her bowels percolating, her guts full to bursting with rancid gas. She lifted up a cheek and pushed out a loud, stinky machine-gunner, all thoughts of modesty and civilized behavior abandoned in her quest to relieve her achingly bloated stomach.
     Chloe crinkled her nose. The confined space of the kitchen was filled with the stench of Krystal’s flatulence, and her stepmother was further adding to it with every passing minute. But neither sister was willing to relent until the pot was empty, and they continued forcing the beans down Krystal’s throat. Overstuffed, groggy, gassy, and desperate to just get through this ordeal, Krystal passively accepted the now rapidly cooling beans, periodically lifting up a cheek to push out another positively nasty, splattering, rump-rumbling fart.
     But it brought her no relief, and Krystal slumped in her highchair, no longer even straining to escape her bonds. She chewed and swallowed and farted and waited for the seemingly endless supply of beans to run out.
     “Cheer up, Krystal!” Carrie chirped, “you’ve only got another third of a bowl left!”
     The stepmother grunted and farted in response, nearly blowing the seat of her diaper off with her rumbling under-thunder.

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Saturday, November 15, 2014

Your Dose Of Cute For The Week Of Nov. 16 2014

(Next week is shaping up to be a busy one, so your dosage of cute arrives just a little early. If you are the owner of any of this material and you'd like me to take it down, contact me and it'll be taken care of.)


Jasmine changed by Rellen

 Team Costumes-- an epic Halloween caption series by Princess Pottypants.

Cute little Sophie makes a big, stinky mess in her diaper! Check it out on Clips4Sale.

Kendall Jenner celebrated her 19th birthday by getting spanked by a stripper (Complex.)



Kim Possible diapered by Shego. Art by xll34

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Your Dose Of Cute For The Week Of Nov. 9 2014

(Some of you may have seen that we had a little scare last night. I believe it had something to do with my Youtube account being killed, but if we do get pulled for good in the next couple of days, watch my tumblr and DA accounts for updates. I'm planning on pulling up stakes and moving the blog to a custom domain-- you'll know more when I do.

Update: OK, here's what's going on--
 YouTube purged a bunch of my clips (about ten) and killed my account. For some reason, that caused my blog to go down until I gave them confirmation. It's pretty ridiculous since everything was labeled adults only, but that's Google for you. I'm going to try and get the missing clips back up, even if it's on a DL only basis. I'm also looking for new digs... if anyone has any hosting suggestions, I'd love to hear them (since, as you can probably tell, I don't really know anything about web design.)

In the meantime, let me know if you notice any missing clips anywhere (I'm already working on the Ella trailer, the governess clips, the Ludella trailers, and the wrestling trailers.) And if anyone can recommend a good youtube alternative please let me know (not X-hamster, it's a pain in the ass.)

 Meanwhile, enjoy the inaugural edition of a new, (hopefully) weekly feature. If you are the owner of any of this material and you'd like me to take it down, contact me and it'll be taken care of.)

Age Play 24/7

Coulrophobia by Bobby Venice


Two Halloween stories from Long Rifle: Down (parts one and two) and Kind Of Short (parts one and two.)

Chloe from Diaper Gal.

Corner time on A Voice In The Corner.


New art by Pink Diapers.

Friday, November 7, 2014

Moms In Diapers

New stuff from Dick; Today's theme is "moms in diapers":

"This is from a family photo with everyone in diapers. I took the liberty of editing Dad out of the picture."

 "This video was made by a woman with a new baby, who wondered what it felt like to wear a diaper. She did the obvious thing - she put on an adult diaper and posed for the camera! Perhaps it is too much to ask for this to become a trend..."

"I've been searching for this next one for years. It's from an episode of a British sitcom called The Savages. In the story a couple of young parents have a child with a bedwetting problem. In order to support their son, the get the idea to wear diapers themselves. The mother (played by Victoria Hamilton) can be seen in a 1-second clip around 1:29. I would have liked to see the entire scene, but this show is hard to find (I don't think it's ever been released on DVD). Judging from her expression and body language, it does seem as if she's having second thoughts about the whole thing."

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

A Double Shot From Pampered Penny

Penny and Ella Nova in Ella's Punishment
      “Pampered” Penny Barber has found a new playmate and the results are predictably scorching! Adorable Ella Nova is cute, but her shallow, self-centered attitude quickly gets under Penny’s skin—and we know what happens to those who Penny deems immature.

     The story begins in Ella’s Accident: When she grows tired of their dull conversation, Penny decides to liven things up by adding a little something to Ella’s wine. Soon the pretty little blonde has soaked her panties, jeans, and Penny’s couch. Always helpful, the devious Penny offers up a change of clothes with a solid dose of verbal humiliation on the side (Penny remains the purveyor of the best ABDL dialogue in the business.) Soon Ella is on her back in Penny’s nursery, being wiped, powdered, and diapered by the sweetly teasing Penny. Ella sucks a bottle, cooing and murmuring as Penny ruthlessly undercuts her maturity and convinces her she’s nothing but a helpless big baby. The diapering scene lives up to Penny’s usual high standards, and both she and Ella are excellent in their respective roles.

     Now thickly diapered, Ella is put into a pretty latex dress and, after a brief spanking, she’s allowed to ride Penny’s big rocking horse.  In just over 25 minutes, Penny has thoroughly regressed poor little Ella from a self-centered young woman to a helpless, dependent Adult Baby with a new mantra to repeat: “no more big-girl things.”

     Next is Ella’s Punishment; Ella’s diaper training has been progressing smoothly, and the clip opens with her relaxing in a school-girl uniform and a pull-up. But she’s been breaking Penny’s rules, sexting back and forth with her boyfriend. When Penny finds out what her little diaper darling has been up to, she isn’t angry; she just wants to make sure Ella’s found a boy who can accept her as she is—diapers and all. Penny strips Ella naked, then puts her in a big fluffy cloth diaper and a pair of baby-pants, bib, bonnet, and a cute pair of mittens to keep her from using her hands. Ella frets and pouts adorably until her boyfriend shows up. Fans of “exposure” will love the scene where Ella’s boyfriend Sam shows up and is shocked to find his beautiful girlfriend diapered and infantilized. Ella is forced to watch aghast as Penny seduces him right before her eyes.

     Those of you who like your clips a little spicier will definitely enjoy the last half of this one… Ella looks on powerlessly as Penny sucks Sam off, then fills her bottle with his special “milk.” Ella is so upset she wets her diaper. Finally Ella is forced to ask Sam for a spanking while Penny feeds her the bottle (the way she coos and squeals her way through her spanking is exquisite.)

     Ella’s Accident is available here for $25.99. Ella’s Punishment runs 22 minutes and is available here for $22.99. Separately or together, both make a more than worthy addition to your Pampered Penny library.

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Friday, October 31, 2014

The Old Manor

This was supposed to be quick and breezy, but it grew into a tiny epic-- please let me know what you think, and have a happy Halloween!
Daisy tottered unsteadily on her high heels across the dusty floor, the accompanying clacks echoing loudly throughout the old manor with each step she took, like some infernal drumbeat signifying her doom. She panted, out of breath, shivering in the evening air, her thin, gauzy dress providing no protection against the cool, dank atmosphere permeating the house. She lifted her lantern higher and cursed herself, not for the first time, for allowing her stupid friends talk her into coming here tonight instead of going straight to the party like she'd wanted. They'd become separated from each other about an hour before; Daisy had wandered the house from top to bottom in that time, and not only had she found no trace of them, she realized with with growing distress that she was unable to locate an exit. Every door on the main level lead to more rooms. She'd spent the last 15 minutes walking in the same direction, each door simply leading to another room. She'd been through sitting rooms, libraries, studies, kitchens and dining rooms and she'd found not a single door leading out. Worse, she now found herself followed by an odd scuffing noise-- like someone was lurking in the shadow just beyond the light of her lantern.

     "H-Hello?" she called nervously, quickening her pace when she received no answer. Her breath caught in her throat when she heard it-- a second set of shoes, somewhere behind her, always matching her pace but remaining maddeningly beyond the ring of light cast by her lantern. Her heart banged against her like a fist inside her chest, sweat dribbling down her forehead in spite of the chill. In a panic, she headed up stairs. She may not have been able to find the exit... but she had definitely seen windows looking out on the street on the second floor... maybe she could find a place where she could jump down without hurting herself, or even climb out onto the roof.

     Up the stairs she bolted, quivering uncontrollably at the sound of footsteps ascending behind her. Reaching the top, she frantically threw open the first door she saw and jumped inside, slamming it behind her.

     She heaved for breath, pressing her weight up against the door in anticipation of the supernatural pounding she was sure was about to follow. She was ill prepared for what she saw inside:
     In the center of the room, her friend Penny was face down, ass up over a large woman's knee, getting her rear-end reddened with fearsome intensity. Penny's dark hair was banded into pig-tails by lengths of pink ribbon and she was bare naked-- except for a frilly bonnet and a big, fluffy diaper, which had been pulled down to expose her plump (and rapidly reddening) derriere.

     "OW! OUCH! Hey--OW! Would you quit it?!" Penny demanded, helplessly kicking across the woman's knee.

     The woman, her uniform crisp and immaculate throughout the struggle, pinned the protesting Penny in place with a minimum of effort and spanked her rosy bottom until it glowed. "Stay still and take your medicine, young lady," she lectured sternly, never deviating from her pace. "I can see we still have a lot of work to do on your attitude!"

     Daisy watched, wide eyed and horrified, frozen in place. Penny glanced over her shoulder, spotted her friend. The momentary rush of embarrassment she felt was overwhelmed by relief at the sight of an ally. "Daisy! Oh, thank God! You've gotta help me! The crazy bitch took my clothes and-- OW!"

     "Watch your mouth young lady! And as for you," the woman paused, fixing Daisy with a fiery glare, "you stay exactly where you are-- I'll see to you when I'd done with your little friend," she said ominously, punctuating the statement with another sharp spank to the plump pink heart of Penny's bare bum, making her squeal.

     Overwhelmed with fear, Daisy bolted into the hallway, Penny's cries of "Wait! Don't leave me!" drown out by the spanking and the woman's voice, so close it sounded like it was coming from inside her head: "You're only making it harder on yourself young lady."

     Daisy bolted down the corridor, running aimlessly, terror making her heart pound and her skin go all icy hot. She grew exhausted, knowing she couldn't keep running forever. She ducked into another room.

     Daisy slammed the door shut behind her and locked it. Gasping for breath, she quickly became aware of a foul odor permeating the air. "Phew!" she exclaimed to herself, pinching her nose shut. What's that smell? she wondered. She heard a small noise, a quiet sobbing from the corner of the room and suddenly realized she wasn't alone. "Kelly?!" she blurted when she saw her friend, not believing what she was seeing:
     "She's gonna be so mad," Kelly sobbed to herself, looking back over her shoulder at the chocolatey-brown discoloration in the back of her underwear-- that sticky, gooey bulge in the seat of her panties. "I said-- I promised I could keep them clean. I told her I would keep them clean and now she's gonna be really mad at me!"

     "Kelly... Oh my God," Daisy said, coming closer to inspect the bulging seat of her friend's panties. "What happened?"

     Kelly turned and looked at her, tears streaming down her cheeks. "She took my clothes... she told me to wait here and be good and she said I had to keep my panties clean. My tummy started feeling funny and-- Daisy, I swear I thought I just had to  fart!" She sobbed, starting to cry again. "Now she's gonna find me like this and I'm gonna be in so much trouble!"

     "Kelly, we've gotta get out of--" Her heart nearly stopped when she heard the lock sliding open. Daisy dove under a nearby bed, biting back a scream when the door opened and a large woman-- not the same as before but a totally different large woman-- entered the room and closed the door behind her. Daisy bit her lip, trying to remain as still as possible.

     "OK, Kelly, time for--" sniff sniff... "Oh Kelly, you told me you could keep your panties clean... now I have no choice but to put your naughty bottom into diapers, do I?"

     "No, please!" Kelly whined as she was dragged across the room and forced onto the bed. "I tried my best!" Daisy heard the panties discarded into the garbage with a heavy thump.

     "Well, it's diapers for you until you learn to try harder, missy," she heard the woman say over Kelly's sobs, and Daisy was forced to listen to her friend cry and whine like a two-year-old through the beginnings of a diaper change.

     "And don't think we've forgotten about you, young lady," Daisy heard the woman say, moments before she bent down to peer under the bed, looking her right in the eye and scaring the daylights out of her."As soon as I'm finished with your friend, it's going to be your turn."

     With a shriek, Daisy rolled out from under the bed and bolted out the door and into the hallway once more.

     She ran screaming, near hysteria now. She had to escape, now, she knew it... but the prospect of looking into another of those rooms was simply too horrible-- so she ran, just ran down the hall, still pursued, she was sure, by some loping thing in the shadows behind her. Her lantern had been abandoned somewhere, and Daisy groped blindly along the hallway, desperately looking for a window she could escape out of. But all she found was more hallways, endless corridors with endless doors, each one with a new horror lurking behind it... she could just feel it.

     It was gaining now, getting closer... she could feel it reaching out, and she was forced to dodge into another room.

     The smell of soap filled her nostrils, the sound of splashing water tinkling in her ears.
      "Stop splashing, you silly girl!" the woman dipped her rag into the tub, "We're never going to get you clean at this rate!"

     Emma squealed excitedly and clapped her hands, but forced herself to remain still as she was cleaned by the mysterious woman. "That's it darling... just hold still and let mommy get you nice and clean-- and once you're dry, we'll get you in a nice big diaper and put you down for a nap."

     She suddenly shot Daisy a knowing smile over her shoulder. "Then I think it might be your friend's turn for a bath," she said, her voice husky, and Daisy felt a wave of panic rising.

     Emma twisted around in the tub, spotting her friend for the first time. Rather than being embarrassed, she flashed a bright smile and waved happily. "Hi Daisy! Isn't this place great?! Like going to the spa!"

     The woman smiled invitingly: "just strip down and wait on the bed while we finish up here."

     "No way!" Daisy screamed, bolting from the room.

     Daisy barreled down the hall as quickly as her weary legs could carry her, but she was steadily running out of steam. At last she rounded a corner and was faced with a dead end. "Oh no," she whispered quietly, turning to face her nemisis, who stood, silhouetted in shadow, not moving but coiled, ready to strike at any moment. With no other alternative, Daisy opened the final door and ducked inside.

     "There you are. I've been waiting."

     Daisy screamed, coming face to face with her antagonist, who sat simply in the center of the room, her hands folded in her lap, waiting. "Enough dilly-dallying... come here this instant, my girl, so we can get you ready."

   With a piercing scream, Daisy spun and grabbed the nob... only to find it refused to turn in her hand. She was trapped! Still she pulled uselessly at the knob and scratched at the door, but it was no use. The woman was coming towards her, she could hear her heavy foot-falls getting closer, feel her presence getting approaching long before she reached out and took Daisy by the wrist, ending her flight once and for all.

     She pulled Daisy struggling into the center of the room. "I've had quite enough of your mischief for one day, young lady," the woman said, her voice crisp and stern. "Now you're going to get it, Missy."

     "Ow! Ow! Hey you bitch-- OWCH! OWIE!" Daisy quickly found herself kicking her way through a brisk spanking, her tormentor easily pinning the struggling girl across her lap and swatting her plump bottom at a slow, but firm pace. "You stop right-- HEY!" Daisy squealed when she felt her panties unceremoniously tugged down at the back to reveal her jiggling tushy.

     She fought and kicked her way through the whole thing. When it was over, she sprang to her feet, tugged up her panties and rubbed her bottom, scowling at her tormentor. "This isn't fair! I'm not a baby, you have no right to do this to me... to any of us!" she pouted, stamping her foot when she thought of her friends.

     "Oh really?" the woman smirked, crossing her arms and watching Daisy from her seated position. "You think you're a big girl, do you? That funny... I was under the impression that a big girl could keep her panties clean."

     Daisy shot her a strange look. "I can assure you, madam, that my panties are as pristine now as they were when I put them on this morning," she said haughtily, absently rubbing her tummy, which was beginning to feel a little queasy. "I refuse to be made a fool of... I..." she frowned feeling very strange now. "I... I... Oh my goodness!"

     She tried to clamp down, struggling valiantly to save her dignity, but it was just too late. Daisy bent a bit, farting and filling her panties with a short, gooey blast of mushy brown poop before she was even aware that there was a problem. She gasped and shivered, but was utterly unable to stop from disgracing herself before the mysterious woman who smugly smirked at her predicament.
     "You were saying?" the woman said, crinkling her nose. In spite of herself, Daisy was beginning to cry. The woman took her tenderly by the hand.
     "Come darling... Let's get you cleaned up down there... you STINK!

     "Now let mommy pin you in your nice big didey!"

     "Awww... do I have to?" Daisy pouted.

     "Yes! We need to make sure you're protected in case you have another big accident," the woman said sweetly, causing Daisy to blush and look away.

     "Time to get dressed, baby; can't have you running around naked all day, can we?" she asked, tickling Daisy's stomach and making her squeal with mirth before pulling her to her feet. "Stay there while I get some things," she admonished, going over to the closet and removing an arm-load of clothes. Daisy stood by quietly and allowed the woman to start pulling them on, distress and embarrassed to be diapered and dressed like a toddler, yet terrified by the prospect of another spanking.

     "There!" the woman said at last, admiring her work with a broad smile. "Oh darling, you look adorable!"
     "OK, sweetie," the woman said, taking Daisy by the hand and leading her toward the door, "let's hurry down to tea!"

     "Tea?" said Daisy, reluctantly following behind as she was tugged into the hallway.

     "Yes, darling-- the other ladies and I are getting together for tea downstairs. All of your little friends are going to be there. Won't that be fun?"

     "But I wanted to go to the Halloween Party!" Daisy whined, sounding rather more like a little girl then she liked. The woman chuckled.

     "Halloween? Oh my no! You're still much too young for those shenanigans! You've still got a few more years of bottles and diaper changes before you can start to think about all that nonsense! Now come along, my sweet little treasure," the woman said, scooping Daisy into her arms with frightful ease and carrying her off down the hall again her hip, just like a real toddler. "All your friends are waiting for you!"

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Embarrassed In Public

Thanks to Syd for sending these in:

"These are sort of off topic.They just kind of reminded me of the video you posted a while back where the girls were embarrassed in the grocery store by their moms. The first clip is from an old Nickelodeon sketch show called Roundhouse: A girl is visiting her grandmother when they make an unexpected stop at the mall. The girl tries to avoid being spotted by some of her friends, but granny not only calls their attention, she lets slip an embarrassing detail about her granddaughter."

"The second clip is from an old episode of Mad TV: the joke is that the old pharmacist is having trouble reading the names on the prescriptions, so instead she reads out the ailments, thus leading to much embarrassment among the customers."

Like the aforementioned grocery store clip, these clips have nothing to do with diapers-- however, I think fans of public embarrassment will still enjoy them.

Friday, October 24, 2014

It All Depends

Christian Vera of the show RightThisMinute
 (Thanks to both Dick and Dave for sending this in!)
According to the makers of Depends, Underawarness  "is both a social movement and a charitable cause. Over 65 million Americans experience bladder leakage, and nearly half of them are under age 50. But nobody wants to talk about it. Until now."

The campaign consists of several elements:
A. A tv commercial, along with print ads and online content.
B. A pledge to make a charitable donation for everybody who posts a photo or video to social media of themselves wearing Depends along with the hashtag #underwareness or #dropyourpants.
C. Several events including a live concert in New York City at which attendees were provided Depends to wear

Depends has set up a channel at Youtube dedicated to the campaign. Since most of these clips feature both women and men, I'll just post some of the highlights here and let you peruse the playlist at your leisure:

Here we see an executive for the company "dropping her pants for Underawarness":

Here's comedian and talk show host Sheryl Underwood (who actually is incontinent):

A few other minor celebs have come out to show their support:

Meghan Jones, of Dallas area radio station KVIL
Actress and model Margaret Anne Florence, who has appeared in some Depend print ads (and huge billboards)
Christian Vera again (view the clip here)
Dick was kind enough to provide us with a number of pics from the aforementioned concert (see clips here, here, and here):