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Saturday, July 30, 2011

Diapered Skydivers

Two cute girls go skydiving in diapers.

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Monday, July 25, 2011

Birthday Girls Part Two (finally!!)

Sorry it took me so long to get this one finished everyone. I had a really hard time with it, so I hope you enjoy.
Warning: This story is quite "messy" so if that's not your thing you may want to give it a pass.
In case you’ve forgotten, here’s part one.

Featuring:
Sarah Jean Underwood as Rebecca

Megan Fox as Veronica


Jessica Biel as Amanda



     The party was turning out to be a major success.
     The garden had been neatly manicured and decorated; the catering had been superb; even the weather was cooperating. The guests mingled and chatted, enjoying the fresh air, sunshine, and great food. The entire affair, everyone agreed, was going perfectly, except for one small detail…
     “Where did they go, anyway?” one guest asked, checking her watch. “They’ve been gone for over an hour now.”
     “Who?” asked another.
     “Veronica, Amanda, and Rebecca, dummy!”
      “Oh. Hadn’t noticed,” sniffed another.
     “No wonder I was enjoying myself so much,” muttered another, not quite quietly enough.
     The patio door slid open. Mrs. Barns appeared. “Ok everyone,” she announced, “here come the birthday girls!”
     Mrs. Marshal and Mrs. Wilson appeared, leading Veronica, Amanda, and Rebecca along with them. The guests gasped when they saw the three most popular and fashionable girls in town resplendent in diapers and baby clothes.
     Amanda and Rebecca lead the group, hand in hand with their mommies, beaming proudly, even as the assembled group began coming out of their shock and started laughing. Amanda and Rebecca didn’t mind: today was their special day, and they couldn’t wait to open their presents and have some cake, diapers or no diapers. It would have been impossible to disguise their dramatic demotion in status from freshly-minted womanhood to second infancy, even if the thought had crossed their diminished minds.  One by one, the guests gathered around them to examine the outfits a little more closely. The hem of Amanda’s dress was lifted and her bulging, ruffled baby panties displayed. The girl stood by passively as she was examined and prodded from every angle, the amused spectators making snarky comments as they did. Amanda didn’t care—she was delighted her outfit was garnering so much attention.
     Rebecca’s simple ensemble was equally adored by the gathered crowd. People played with her pretty blond pigtails, patted her big diapered butt, and tickled the exposed flesh around her belly-button, revealed by the gap between her diaper and t-shirt.  Rebecca squealed and giggled in delight: Like Amanda, the fact that she was dressed like an infant in front of nearly every person she knew didn’t bother her one iota. She squirmed and sucked her paci, thrilling inwardly at all the attention.
     Bringing up the rear, Veronica did not look anywhere near as delighted as her two friends. Sucking her soother sullenly, she gazed out at the crowd from behind blurry, tear-filled eyes. Unlike her friends, Veronica knew exactly what was going on, knew that she and her friends were being laughed at, not with. Watching Amanda and Rebecca squeal and giggle obliviously as they were mocked and insulted by the partygoers just made it worse. Couldn’t they see how foolish they looked? Didn’t they care?
    But watching as they were fondled and tickled and teased and spanked playfully, laughing like carefree toddlers, Veronica knew they didn’t.
     Veronica felt her hem being lifted at the back. She turned just in time to see Sarah Hays, her hated rival on the cheerleading squad, lift her dress above her waist at the back and examine her bulky training panties. “Hey,” she said loudly, reaching out to give Veronica’s seat a firm pat, “this baby’s not in diapers!” She roughly squeezed Veronica’s bottom, then gave it a firm swat. Veronica began to cry silently from the shame of it all.
     “I’ve tried to leave Ronnie with her potty training, Sarah,” Mrs. Marshal informed her. Veronica cringed at the use of her hated childhood nickname. “I trust you’ll help me keep an eye on her?”
     “Gladly, Mrs. Marshal,” she said, flashing Veronica a cold grin before giving her padded bottom another squeeze. She returned to the party, aglow in her rival’s defeat.
     Veronica burned with shame, sulking miserably as the partygoers examined her dress, pinched her cheeks and patted her bulky, ruffled panties. She looked on as Amanda and Rebecca were subjected to the same treatment, giggling and squealing with delight as they were poked and prodded by the chuckling crowd.
     “Ok, precious,” Mrs. Marshal exclaimed, “time for nummy-nums!”
     Veronica turned, emitting a choked sob when she saw a pair of highchairs had been arranged in the center of the garden. She struggled half-heartedly, trying futilely to pull her hand away from her mother’s as she was dragged across the lawn toward them. “Don’t dawdle, Veronica,” her mother scolded, landing a whack with her palm across the seat of her daughter’s ruffled panties. Though she hardly felt the blow through her padded underpants, she still began sobbing anew at the humiliation of having her bottom openly swatted like a naughty little girl.
     Soon, she found herself sitting in one of the chairs, locked in behind the tray. Rebecca sat next to her, grinning stupidly and eagerly awaiting her lunch. Veronica felt something tied around her neck, feeling sick when she realized it was a bib.
     “C’mon, Mandy,” Mrs. Wilson said, taking her by the hand, “let’s visit the guests.” Veronica watched the adorable baby woman was lead over to an eager audience, who immediately surrounded her to make snide remarks and dispense backhanded complements.  Amanda grinned and giggled, delighted by the attention.
     “OK, Ronnie.”  She turned toward her mother’s lilting voice. “Lunchtime.”
     She turned just in time to have a heaping helping of applesauce spooned into her mouth. She closed her lips, cheeks bulging. Applesauce dribbled out the corners of her mouth and down her chin as she struggled to swallow the sweet mush.  She’d nearly gotten it all down when her mother forced another big spoonful into her mouth, yellow slop dribbling out her mouth and down her bib.
     Beside her, Rebecca’s mother navigated the plane into the hanger. She closed her lips around the spoon eagerly, ending up with at least half of the applesauce smeared around the edges of her mouth. She smacked her lips noisily, sauce dribbling out from between her lips and down her chin.
     “You are such a sloppy eater today,” Her mother chided sweetly, using the spoon to push some of the escaping applesauce back into Rebecca’s mouth. Rebecca giggled at her mother’s words, not fully understanding them, but picking up on the playful tone immediately.
     Soon, the bowls were empty, and Veronica was a very full girl. Beside her, Becky’s mom chuckled as her daughter belched loudly. Taking a wet-wipe, she began cleaning the girl’s face off. “Did you like that sweetie?”
     “Um!” Rebecca replied affirmatively.
     “Good girl! Open…” Rebecca did as she was commanded and soon found a bright blue pacifier popped into her mouth and clipped to her shirt by a string of beads. “Now let’s go see your friends,” Mrs. Barns said, taking the girl by the hand and leading her into a crowd of her smirking classmates.
     As her mother took her time wiping her hands and face, Veronica watched in horror as Rebecca was paraded around in front of the smirking teens. A couple of the girls made catty comments, but Rebecca wasn’t listening; she had her eye on Mike Bailer, the star quarterback. They’d been seeing each other for about a month, and in the recesses of her vastly dimmed intellect, she could remember the times when they’d fooled around, the way his strong arms felt around her, his hands on her breasts and ass…. Beneath her diaper, the toddler woman was experiencing some decidedly adult sensations. Though she could no longer put a name to it, she definitely remembered sex and sexuality, and now she was focused on having her desires satisfied with the single-mindedness a child applies to any of their needs. Smiling coyly, she toddled her way over to mike and began hoisting herself into his lap.
     The gathered students snickered and guffawed, particularly when they saw the surprised/nervous look on Mike’s face. Mike, for his own part, was unsure about how he felt. He’d been going with Rebecca for a while now, and she did look undeniably cute in her outfit. Actually, Mike was forced to admit that she looked more than cute: With her legs entirely bare from ankle to crotch, her trim midriff on display, and her Elvin features adorably framed by her pigtails, she was actually pretty damn sexy. But it was totally wrong to get off on his sexy, mature girlfriend crammed into diapers and baby clothes… wasn’t it?
     Letting the pacifier fall from her mouth, Rebecca Looked into his face and smiled shyly. “Hi,” she said simply, her voice tiny and breathy. Giggling, she wriggled her diapered bottom in his lap and nestled against his chest. In spite of his earlier misgivings, Mike couldn’t deny the absolute thrill of having the nearly naked beauty cuddled up in his lap. “I wanna pway,” she pouted, pressing herself firmly into him. Sweat beading down his face, he thought he’d die when she looked up sweetly and said in her sexiest husking voice: “Will yew pway wif me, Mike?”
     He couldn’t resist anymore; with his friends and classmates whooping and egging him on, he rested a large hand on her bare thigh. She gazed longingly at him, butterflies frolicking in her tummy. Bending down slightly, he locked his lips on hers. Leaving one hand on her thigh, he wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her in tight with a moan.
     Even in her confused and diminished state, Rebecca could still feel a sexual charge coursing through her body. While she’d been mentally reduced to toddlerhood, her body was still that of a very developed and mature young woman, complete with its own needs and desires. Her neither region tingled: She began squirming on Mike’s lap, desperately trying to increase her stimulation. Mike, for his part, couldn’t believe how sexy it was to have a gorgeous grown woman infantilized and writhing on his lap in an erotic frenzy.  Rebecca moaned, her pleasure increasing to new heights. Twitching and writhing sensuously, she abandoned herself to the pleasure, moaning and pressing herself against Mike.
     She began to feel a slight cramping inside her. At first she ignored it, happily continuing her make-out session with Mike. Moaning, she tightened her grip around him, her arousal growing. But the discomfort inside her was growing, too. Soon the mounting, cramping pressure insider her grew to match, then exceed her arousal. Abruptly, she ceased kissing Mike, doubling over and wrapping her arms around her middle with an uncomfortable groan.
     “Sweetie?” he asked cautiously.
     She looked up at him, searching her reduced mental faculties for the right thing to say. Her insides were all bubbly and crampy, and she was beginning to feel very strange down below. The sensation was so familiar… “I feel… funny,” she said softly.
     All at once, the pressure doubled; Rebecca gripped her stomach and moaned. The bubbling cramps were becoming unbearable now. She doubled over with an anguished groan.
     “Becky? Sweetheart? Are you OK?”
     She turned toward him and opened her mouth to answer. With a rumbling gurgle in her tummy, a cramp stabbed her in the side making her double over as her insides violently contracted and spasmed. Clenching her tummy and emitting a low moan of discomfort, she farted loudly, drawing giggles and whispered cries of “ew!” in the warm afternoon air.
     She sighed, relieved. Her regressed mentality possessing no capacity for shame, Rebecca smiled and turned to Mike, ready to resume making out.
     Her relief was short lived however. The cramps returned swiftly, this time stronger than before. Frowning, Rebecca instinctively doubled over, rubbed her tummy and lifted her thickly diapered bottom off of Mikes lap. She felt the massive, cramping contraction inside of her, which she followed immediately by involuntarily passing gas loudly. A thick, mushy wetness settled into the seat of her diapers; Rebecca wriggled her backside momentarily, confused about the source of the muddy ooze in her pants.
     Another contraction; Staring ahead blankly, Rebecca grunted as another round of mushy poop surged into her diapers uncontrollably, a loud fart announcing its arrival.  The crowd watched eagerly, their chuckles turning to outright laughter as Mike unsuccessfully tried to climb out of his seat and away from the overgrown teenage toddler currently messing her diapers in his lap.
     Another sustained contraction, another surge of mush farting nosily into her seat, spreading her butt cheeks and loading her diapers to capacity. Rebecca groaned, unashamed, her relief orgasmic; the crowd chuckled, then gagged and moved away as the poopy smell began to emerge.
     Rebecca didn’t care. She settled back into Mike’s lap, the mess squishing audibly against her as she did. The look she gave Mike was utterly adorable. “All done,” she assured him, nestling in close. Mike, for his part, was still trying desperately to escape as everyone stood around him and laughed at his obvious discomfort.
     Rebecca hadn’t caught on yet. She puckered up and moved in to kiss Mike, already forgetting the warm, mushy load in the back of her pants. Just like a real baby, she’d become a slave to her immediate needs: her need to move her bowels had been satisfied, the messy diaper was comfortable enough, and she still wanted Mike. In fact, the more she went over her dim and dusty memories of what she and Mike used to get up to, the more desperately aroused she felt.
     “Whooo-weee!” Rebecca heard from behind her. She turned to see her mother standing over her, wrinkling her nose and regarding her with a smile.  “Smells like somebody could use a change around here.” She reached out and took her daughter’s elbow, and though she was reluctant to leave Mike’s lap, Rebecca rose unsteadily to her feet, her bulging diaper sagging noticeably in the back, the very top of her butt crack peeking out from over the top of her waistband.
     “You really loaded this diapee up, didn’t you sweetie?” Mrs. Barns chuckled, pulling out the waistband a bit at the back and peeking inside. “Oh my goodness!” she exclaimed when she saw the mess inside. She waved her hand in front of her face and gave a good-natured laugh. “What did you do?” she asked sweetly, laying the change mat out on the ground. Rebecca could only stand, shifting from foot to foot on the grass, obsessing over the heavy weight in the seat of her big diapers, and the greasy sensation of the big, mushy pile against her buttocks.
     Mrs. Barns took her daughter’s hand, guided her down to the ground and popped her pacifier in once more. “Here honey,” she said sweetly, handing the girl a little teddy bear, “you play with this while mommy gets you nice and clean.
      In a flash, she had ripped the tabs open and lowered the diaper’s front panel. The gathered crowed gave a collective groan of disgust when her messy diaper came into view, then gagged as the stench wafted up toward them. Rebecca didn’t mind: she liked the cool breeze on her bare skin.
     Mrs. Barns pulled the diaper out from under her, folded it up and set it aside before beginning the monumental task of cleaning her grown daughter’s messy bottom like an infant. “PEE-YEW!” she exclaimed, “I forgot what a stinky bottom you could have, sweetie!”
     Rebecca chortled in response, utterly without a clue as to what her mother was actually saying. She stretched and sighed, wriggling her toes as her mother lifted her legs, exposing her completely to the crowd, before she began wiping the girl’s messy backside. “Such a messy little girl,” her mom sighed,  “I think you’re going to be in dides for the foreseeable future. Don’t you think so, honey?”
     Rebecca nodded solemnly and squeezed her bear a little tighter, drawing chuckles from the assembled crowd. Her mom dusted baby powder across her glistening backside and playfully patted it into both cheeks, making the girl squeal and squirm.
     Finally, Mrs. Barns slid a huge disposable diaper under Rebecca’s rump and sealed it shut tightly before pulling her to her feet.
     Once more Rebecca stood before the crowd. Her massive diaper was an exact copy of a disposable baby diaper. “And plenty of room in the seat for your next big accident,” her mom informed her, patting her butt. “right sweetie?”
     “MMM!” she agreed enthusiastically from behind her paci. 
     She turned round to face Mike, so they could finish what they’d started. But he’d already left, no doubt during her very public diaper change. She was disappointed, but quickly forgot when she heard her mommy say from behind her “C’mon honey; Almost time for cake and presents!”
     Becky squealed with excitement and eagerly allowed herself to be lead off by her mother, visions of cake, ice-cream and toys dancing through her head..
     Veronica watched the spectacle with mounting horror. She felt every moment of shame and humiliation that Becky was currently unable to feel herself, knowing full well that it was only a matter of time before a similar fate befell  her. She could only pray her mother hadn’t been kidding when she’d said Veronica still had her potty training.
     As if on cue, she felt her guts lurch. A cramped rolling emerged, and within seconds the urge to go was on her. She clenched her cheeks, determined to deal with it in the quietist, most dignified way possible. She would tiptoe her was over to her mother and ask quietly if she could use the potty. She began making her way across to where her mom sat sipping tea with the other women from the neighborhood.
     But before she could even get close, the cramping doubled. The pressure inside her began to build to increasingly intolerable levels. Clenching her buttocks harder than she ever had in her life, she hobbled toward her mom. All thoughts of dignity abandoned, she cried out to her mother: “MOM-EEEE!” she shrieked, “I GOTTA GO POTTY RIGHT NOW!”
     Everyone within listening distance turned to stare at her, but Veronica was beyond caring. She’d been left with just enough of her toilet training to know that she was in major trouble if she didn’t get to the potty right now. Her stomach gurgled, and she was forced to reach behind herself and press her hands against her butt-cheeks.
     “OK, sweetie,” her mother said, jumping up. “Hang in there,” she soothed, coming toward her, “mommy will make it all better.”
     In her mind, Veronica had already taken her mother’s hand. She was in the process of being lead inside where her mother would pull down her training pants, sit her on the potty, and she’d be able to explode and let it all out in private.
     But her mother didn’t take her hand. She walked right past her into the tool shed, emerging seconds later with Veronica’s potty. The plastic stool looked as though it had been designed with someone Veronica’s size in mind.
     Veronica watched in horror as her mom carried the potty across the yard and set it at her feet. Looking up at her daughter expectantly, Mrs. Marshal patted the seat. “C’mon precious,” she cooed encouragingly, “show everyone how you potty like a big girl.”
     Veronica felt herself going redder and redder. Everyone was standing around laughing at her. Her discomfort was reaching its peak, her stomach gurgled insistently, her buns shook from the exertion of clenching her ass shut, and she knew she was moments away from having an accident... but she couldn’t stop her rage and embarrassment from boiling over into a full-fledged tantrum.
     “No!” she shouted, “No, I won’t! You can’t do this, you can’t embarrass me like this mommy!” she stamped her foot impotently, her tantrum shifting into full-gear. “I won’t potty in front of them! I won’t! I… Uhh!”
     She felt the pressure increase and knew she’d missed her chance. She doubled over and instinctively stuck out her derriere, her ruffled, pink-pantied bottom on full display beneath the hem of her party-dress. Veronica struggled mightily, determined to spare herself the utter humiliation that was about to befall her. With one final anguished grunt, she squeezed her butt as tight as it would go.
     Her cheeks parted, and Veronica Marshal, head cheerleader and most popular of the popular girls, exploded into the seat of her oversized training panties. Unleashing a massive fart, a warm, semi-solid mush oozed out of her and settled heavily into her panties. Veronica let out an anguished cry; a further installment came farting nosily out of her, adding to the pile in her pants. Beneath the hem of her party-dress, her pink panties noticeably inflated and began to sag and discolor.
     “MA-MA!” she wailed helplessly, one final bowel-movement squishing into her loaded undies, accompanied by more loud gas. Veronica could only stand helplessly by and weep. The load in her pants was massive and messy, squishing into every open space. She sobbed and quivered, the poopy smell enveloping her, making the audience groan and hold their noses once more. Mrs. Marshal approached and placed her hand on her daughter’s shoulder reassuringly.
     Veronica could only stand by and weep as she felt her bulging, messy panties drawn down her legs. Her mother discarded them into a nearby garbage with a heavy thump. Taking a handful of wipes, she bent Veronica over, presenting everyone with an unobstructed view of her messy butt, and began to clean her off.
     A changing mat was spread out on the grass, and the sobbing Veronica was lowered down onto her back on it. Her mother came into view, looking down on her with benevolent sympathy.
     “I’m sorry honey,” Mrs. Marshal consoled the sobbing girl, stroking her soft cheek. “Mommy tried to leave you with your potty training. Looks like I overdid it with the formula just a bit, so…”
     She held up an enormous disposable diaper of the girl to see. “Looks like you’re headed back to pampers like your friends!”
     Veronica immediately began weeping anew. “Mommy, please, no, don’t make me like them!” she begged.
     But she was too late: Mrs. Barns handed Veronica’s mom a small vial capped with an eyedropper. Mrs. Marshal filled the dropper and brought it toward her daughter’s mouth. “Open wide baby; Mommy promises it’s for the best.”
     She squeezed the bulb. Veronica felt a few drops hit her tongue and roll sweetly down the back of her throat and knew it was over.
     She began sobbing once more as a tingling sensation spread out from her mouth and enveloped her whole body, mourning a womanhood that she knew was being forever revoked. As her mother began powdering her butt and pussy, she felt it happening, felt everything that defined her slipping away. Her memories began receding with alarming speed, first her favorite movies and music disappearing, then what little education she’d accumulated in 12 years of not really paying attention at school evaporated, leaving her a virtual blank slate.
     She began forgetting the names of common things; one moment she knew what the sun, the trees and the grass were, the next those identifiers had evaporated from her mind entirely.
     Finally, she even forgot what she’d been crying about. Her tears stopped; she lay passively on the grass for her diaper change, still upset but no longer sure why. She passively allowed her mother to bend back her legs, exposing her freshly cleaned and powdered backside and pussy to everyone, while a big, crinkly adult disposable was slid beneath her tushy. Within moments, her mom had her diapered up tight.
     Whatever it was that had her so upset before had been completely forgotten. In its stead, a feeling of warm satisfaction spread through her. She lay on her back for a moment, cooing to herself and letting the sun warm her up, squirming in delicious contentment.
     Mrs. Marshal helped Ronnie to her feet. The bulk between her legs made her a bit wobbly, but soon she was standing before her mother, a wide, satisfied grin on her face. Unable to hold back anymore, her mother gathered Ronnie in her arms and gave her a big hug. Ronnie reciprocated enthusiastically, giggling sweetly while she basked in her mother’s love. Her pride, arrogance, and self-centeredness had been washed away, leaving a loving, adorable teenage toddler in her place. Her former life, so competitive and shallow, was gone now. From here on out, all she wanted was a full tummy, a clean diaper, and the company of her mommy and her friends.
     “OK, girls,” Mrs. Barns gushed, leading Becky over to the large pile of packages on the other side of the party, “time to open presents!”
     And with that, the three teenage toddler girls were gathered in front of the neatly wrapped packages, the crowd gathered around them. Several guests were taking pictures and video. Ronnie, Becky, and Mandy smiled and waited eagerly to open their presents and begin their new lives.

Friday, July 22, 2011

New TV Sighting: The Dating Guy

A reader writes in with this interesting tidbit:

Just saw an episode of the animated show The Dating Guy: It opens at a costume party where there's a girl who's dressed up like a baby. Her lines are pretty good. It seems to be episode 9, There's Something About Amelia. Thought you might like to know.

I can't find a reliable download of the show, So I'll turn it over once more to the readers: Can anyone find a copy of the clip anywhere? Does anyone have any more info on what happened/what was said etc.?

Update:
Thanks to Chris, who gets a free copy of Prisoner for sending us this clip:


  You can view the whole episode right here. Enjoy.

Monday, July 18, 2011

The Spanking "Community": Alison Brie and Gilian Jacobs' Kinky Photo shoot

(In honor of our new poll, here's more spanking content. Don't forget to vote!)

I'm not much of a Community fan (cable has pretty much ruined network TV for me), but I loved Gillian Jacobs' spanking scene they had not that long ago: Sexy but still funny, and one of the best mainstream spankings of recent years. So I was delighted when I saw these kinky pictures from a recent photo shoot with GQ (thanks to Chross and his excellent blog for bringing it to my attention):



The pictures evoke a fantastic, Bettie Page-esque atmosphere with sexy lingerie, adorable expressions, and classic props (love the hairbrush especially). Of course I'm sure I'm not alone in hoping that we see a sequel someday-- One that ends with Alison and Gilian in bibs and bonnets, sucking down bottles of milk, their curvy butts wrapped up in thick pampers.

Bonus:
In case you haven't seen it, here's Gilian Jacobs' onscreen spanking from Community:

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Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Julie Benz Diapered in Bad Girls From Valley High




The former Dexter star here plays a cruel High school girl who becomes incontinent due to a cure that causes her to age rapidly. She's forced to buy diapers at the supermarket from a guy she knows, sports pampers and a sexy nightgown, is heard "rustling" by a teacher at school and makes a tearful confession to her friends that she's been "wearing adult diapers for two weeks." Enjoy.

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Sunday, July 10, 2011

Is Kim Kardashian wearing adult diapers?

It's no secret that we love Kim Kardashian and her wonderfully spankable rump here at Babes in Diapers, which is why this thread from Daily Diapers caught our attention. It's hard to tell, but her derriere does seem even bulkier than usual in these shots from a celeb gossip site:











So what do you think, dear readers? Is this a case of "poorly placed butt pads" (THAT old excuse!), has Kim put on a little weight...

Or has she secretly been one of us all along?

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Sexy Sunny Leone Spanked

Another pretty porn-star gets her cute little butt spanked on Howard Stern. I really like this clip: I love the way Sunny grins and touches herself when Howard smacks her ass, I love the way she sticks out her butt for more, and I love her dialogue ("Harder!" "That feels so good..."). I don't know about you, but I'd give anything to trade places with Howard-- although after I'd finished spanking her, I'd pull down her pants, lift her onto the table and slap a great big diaper on her tight little tush!


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Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Buried Treasure: Ernie Kovacs Special

Update: The artist is M. Oral Dekay. View more of his work here.

A reader sent me this drawing, apparently inspired by the mysterious "Ernie Kovacs T.V. Special" mentioned in my Babes in Diapers media list.


Does anyone have any information on the scene, or failing that, info on the artist? Has anyone seen the scene in question?

Sunday, July 3, 2011

In honor of our "guest appearance" in Campus Confidential...

...I made us a new banner. What do you think?

Campus Confidential

Updated: Complete clip containing all diaper content added.

Thanks to Jew Gold for helping us score this clip. Keep your eyes peeled toward the end for a bizarre Babes in Diapers "Cameo". Enjoy everyone.


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Update: Reader George informs me he's putting it up on piratebay as a torrent. Note: apparently, one of our readers has had trouble making the torrent work. Has anyone had any success?