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Sunday, April 28, 2013

Swimsuits, Psychos, And More

Author Jen Kirkman from the cover of her book I Can Barely Take Care Of Myself.
Thanks to the reader who sent in this tip: from the first episode of the second season of Psychoville, from the creators of the League Of Gentlemen-- An attractive young woman traumatized by the events of the first season is left catatonic in the care of a deranged and overbearing woman who insists on treating her like a baby, including messy feedings, a trip in a stroller, and mention of a messy diaper:

video

 The clip got a bit bloody at the end, so I cut the gore before I posted it up on the blog. If you want to see the uncut clip, you can download it here.
Update: Sir Spankalot was so intrigued by this clip that he dug up some interesting related material from season one-- check it out here.


We've seen mention of so called " diaper" bathing suits from the 1940's before. Now our friend Don has sent in these photos detailing the proper way to wear one:




 
Closing out this installment on a different note, Jim sent in this short clip from Disaster Movie: a lingerie model gets scared and has a little accident...

If you've seen something you think our readers will enjoy, drop us a line and we'll get it up ASAP.

Friday, April 26, 2013

More Fine Art

A collection of art and photomanips from around the community.

Let's start with more great work from DDNIXX-- Another great pastie, this time of one of my personal favorites:
Winona Ryder by DDNIXX

Let's all welcome new artist DLTOArt to the community. His DA page is still pretty new, but there's already some great stuff there:

Cute!
Remind me a bit of my Xara Slater comic.
She needs to be tucked in-- any volunteers?
DDNIXX-- the artist at work in her studio (colorized)

Pink Diapers returned recently with a couple a nice pieces:

AB girl and Caregiver-- I really like the expressions in this one.
An Albino Baby Girl. I love how the Caregiver looms over her!

Let's close with a few more photomanips, this time from Saturdays24:
Hermonie Granger Punishment Room
Victoria Justice In Wonderland
The Staff: Debby Ryan, Lucy Hale, Mila Kunis

If you know of an artist whose work you think our readers would enjoy, drop me a line and let me know.

Monday, April 22, 2013

Messy Jessie Reborn Part Two

Messy Jessie

Messy Jessie Reborn Part 1

(Oh this is a sexy, naughty, and messy installment! If you like your stories sweet, cute, asexual and clean, my advice is to give this one a pass!)



After feeding Jessie her breakfast (a high-fiber oatmeal to promote good health and regularity), Amy retired to the bathroom to get ready for the day. She knew she’d probably just be staying in and watching Jessie today, but she still wanted to look her best for her big baby step sister. She brushed and flossed, then carefully did her hair and applied her make-up. She took a sexy dress from her closet and slipped it on, and then took a moment to admire herself in the mirror. She smiled—perfect.
     She padded down the hall and into the living room. In front of the TV was a small wooden playpen, its floor strewn with soft plush toys and baby games. In the center of it sat Jessie, sulking, nude except for a big cloth diaper and a pair of crinkly plastic pants. Amy had restored her intelligence to normal before breakfast, forcing her to sit through her bland meal-- much of which wound up on her face and bib, in part because of her own hypnotically induced clumsiness, in part because Amy seemed to delight in making her as messy as possible. Then Amy had plopped her, half naked, in a playpen and switched on cartoons.
    And that was where she’d spent the last hour or so; stuck in a playpen watching mind-numbing kiddy shows, unable to stand, walk, speak, or control her bladder and bowels, but her mind was still horribly intact. She sighed, board out of her skull; sitting there in the hot, uncomfortable diapers, the waist and leg-bands of the plastic pants biting into the soft flesh around her middle and the tops of her thighs, slurping a bottle of milk listlessly while she watched SpongeBob SquarePants, she almost wished Amy hadn’t restored her adult faculties.
     “How’re you doing, babe?” Jessie turned to see Amy enter, looking gorgeous. Smirking, she knelt down next to the playpen. “Mmmm… Big sister missed you,” she murmured, reaching out to stroke her back – Jessie stiffened in response. “You look so cute in your big diapers.” Amy reached out to touch her, but Jessie squirmed and struggled away. Amy smirked, enjoying this small, pathetic rebellion. “Come on, sweetheart, give big sis a kiss…” She cupped Jessie breast gently and pulled her close, leaning over the railing of the playpen and kissing her on the lips.
     Jessie gave no response, and pulled her head away as soon as it was finished. “OK, what’s wrong?” Amy said with a sigh. “I don’t like it when you’re so pouty. Are you wet?” Jessie squealed in protest as Amy stuck her hand down the front of her diaper. “All dry. Did you make me a present?” she asked, hooking a finger down the back waistband of the diaper and plastic pants and pulled them away from her back and peered inside over Jesse’s vocal protests. “Nope… all clean.”
     Jessie scowled at her, folding her arms across her chest. “Fine,” Amy sighed, taking out the remote and giving the pink button a squeeze.
     Jessie gasped—she could talk again! Sudden realization filled her mind like air into a drowning man’s lungs—finally she could find the words to describe things and the possessed ability to say them again.
     “Now,” said Amy, resting her chin on her palm, “what are you so pouty about?”
     “Are you kidding me?!” Jessie demanded. “Look at me! I’m in a diaper, in a playpen, drinking out of a bottle and watching cartoons!”
     “Your point being…?”
     “Amy, I’m a grown woman, you can’t do this!”
     “And yet… here we sit.”
     Jessie got up on her hands and knees. “Even you have to see how sick this is, Amy! I’m sorry I turned you in, I promise I won’t do it again, just let me go!”  She crawled over to the edge of the pen and put her hands on the top rail, peering out pathetically. “Please!”
     “Let you go?” Amy said, reaching out to touch her cheek softly. “I’ll never let you go…” she bent down and kissed Jessie on the lips. “You just need to relax a bit…”  She pulled the wall of the playpen open and started coming toward her.
     “W—w—what are you doing?” Jessie said nervously, shrinking away from her. Amy grinned, looming over her like a giantess.
     “I know you’re scared, honey,” Amy said softly. Jessie backed herself into the corner of the playpen and was gazing up at her fearfully. “You just need something to take your mind off of it.” Amy kneeled down by her side, smiling like a cat looking at lunch. She reached out and began lightly scratching her nails across her ribs, over her sides, and into her armpits. Jessie burst into squealing laughter, writhing and squirming, too weak to escape.
     “Amy! Please!” she managed to wheeze between guffaws.
     “Baby Jessie needs a visit from the tickle monster to cheer her up!” Amy said sweetly, digging her fingers into the soft flesh of her tummy. Jessie convulsed and shrieked. She became aware of her diaper growing warm and damp between her legs, humiliated when she realized she was wetting herself.
     “STHHAAAPPP!” she screamed through her laughter, kicking her legs and pissing her diaper uncontrollably, the cloth growing hot and heavy beneath her bottom. “No more!”
     “Lots more,” Amy promised, bending down and pressing her hot, wet lips to Jessie’s belly and blowing loud raspberries, making her kick and squeal.
     Eventually, Jessie’s struggles grew weaker as she became exhausted. “Please stop,” she begged through her giggles.
     “Hmmm… I don’t know,” said Amy, tracing lazy circles around Jessie’s belly button with her fingernail. “Tell you what—I’ll stop if you give me a nice big kiss…”
     “Ok… ok…” she said, nodding weakly. She licked her lips and puckered up of give Amy a peck on the mouth.
     Amy bent down and sealed her lips around Jessie’s, grinding down hard and pushing her tongue into her mouth roughly. Jessie struggled a little at first, but eventually melted into it. Amy broke the kiss and then just lay next to her for a moment, feeling Jessie’s heartbeat through her chest. Jessie lay still and sucked in big breaths, trying to get her wind back. The ordeal had left her completely drained. Warily, she watched Amy rise and exit the playpen, sealing it shut behind her. “Time to get started on lunch,” she said. “Stay here and watch your cartoons like a good girl.”
     “Amy…” Jessie began, in one last attempt to appeal to Amy’s better nature.  She saw Amy pick up the remote again, her finger heading toward the pink button once more. “NO! Amy…” Her stepsister grinned and hit the button. There was that sound again, so small it was almost like it was a figment of her imagination. “Pwese don’!” she begged, once more using baby talk.
     “Be a good girl honey,” Amy said, “I’ll be back soon.”
      “A-MA!” Jessie squealed, watching her sister depart. Great, she thought, sitting back in a huff, her sopping wet diaper squishing under her tushy as she did. Pouting, she tossed her teddy bear across the pen and folded her arms across her chest. With a sigh, she reached across the floor, picked up her fallen bottle, and stuck it in her mouth, sucking urgently, fuming as she slowly drank down her milk. Why was Amy doing this to her? Had she really been that bad of an older sister? What could she possibly to deserve this continuing humiliation? She shivered, thinking back to Amy tickling, probing fingers… the helplessness that she’d felt… the humiliation of wetting her diaper uncontrollably… and Amy’s lingering, passionate kiss…
     Burning with shame, Jessie reached down, placed her palm against the front of her diaper and plastic pants, pressed the sopping cloth up against her pussy, and began to masturbate guiltily.

     She woke with a start.
     Confusion set in—where was she and why was her butt so cold and clammy? It all came back with a horrifying rush… how long had she been asleep?
     She pulled herself into a sitting position, groaning as she felt the diaper squishing beneath her.  The cloth was sodden and uncomfortable. Her bladder felt like it had something in it, so she gave a little push, forcing out a steady gush. She blushed and sighed, the diaper growing warmer beneath her.
     A delicious aroma was wafting out of the kitchen—a wonderfully rich and slightly spicy smell. It was familiar, but she was still groggy from her nap. Amy had said something about lunch… what was that wonderful smell?
     Amy came out from the kitchen beaming like Donna Reed. “It’s ready!” she said excitedly, pulling back one of the walls of the playpen. “C’mon honey, don’t dawdle,” she said turning and leading the way. Reluctantly Jessie followed, crawling at her heals like a dog all the way into the kitchen. It was kind of scary to see Amy this excited about something.
     There was a large pot bubbling on the stove. Amy led her across the kitchen to the large high chair that sat next to the table. Amy helped her settle in, then locked the tray in place. “Are you hungry, babykins?” she asked, tying a big bib around her neck.
     Jessie nodded, hesitantly. She had no idea how she could be hungry after all the oatmeal Amy had shoveled into her at breakfast, but she was surprised to find herself actually kind of starving.
     “Oh good!” Amy enthused, taking the pot from the stove and transferring its contents into a big bowl, “because I made A LOT!”
     She set the bowl in front of her. Curiously, Jessie peeked inside, spotting a massive pile of baked beans. She frowned… surely Amy didn’t expect her to eat all that by herself—there must’ve been an entire family sized can in there! She watched with fascinated horror as Amy took out a large spoon, dipped it in, and spooned a heaping portion of beans toward her mouth, shoveling it in when she opened her mouth to complain. She chokingly swallowed, some beans and sauce overflowing her mouth and dribbling down her front. She urgently babbled at Amy, refusing to take another bite until she took out the remote and pushed the pink button again. “What is it now?” she asked, rolling her eyes.
     “Amy, I can’t eat all that!” she complained emphatically.
     “Well, just eat what you can, baby,” she answered, shoveling in another mouthful when Jessie wasn’t ready.
     “MMmph!” Jessie complained, beans dripping from her mouth and splattering on her bib. “Amy! This isn’t funny! If I eat too many, I’ll… you know… I’ll get…” she blushed and couldn’t finish.
     Amy ignored her and loaded up another spoonful. “C’mon, Jessie, I made these just for you.”
     Jessie allowed the beans into her mouth, then spat them back on the tray, looking defiantly at Amy, bracing herself for her step-sister’s wrath.
     But Amy wasn’t angry-- she simply picked up the remote once more. “OK, fine; if you don’t want to eat your beans, I know someone who will…”
     She moved her finger over the black button. “No!” Jessie cried, struggling futilely to escape the high chair. “Amy please! Don’t!”
     “Bye bye, Jessica,” Amy cooed maliciously, hitting the button.
     In the high-chair, Jessie’s face slackened suddenly. She looked up at Amy and grinned shyly, not sure why she’d been so upset.
     “Ready for lunch, honey?” Amy asked sweetly, offering a spoonful of beans.
     “Uh!” Jessie agreed eagerly, hungrily eating them up. Amy smirked, easing in another heaping spoonful. Baby Jessie was as eager to eat her beans and adult Jessie had been to avoid them. She gratefully accepted every dollop, greedily wolfing down half the bowl, with no apparent desire to stop. She accepted the next mouthful, chewed and swallowed quickly. She opened her mouth, as though she were about to say something.
     “You ok baby?” Amy asked, pausing in mid-air with the next spoonful.
     Jessie emitted a loud belch that rang out in the kitchen before bending down and taking the next portion from Amy’s stationary spoon. The girl simply laughed and racked up another portion, depositing it into her open mouth. Jessie chewed eagerly, swallowed, then opened her mouth again, ready for more.
     Jessie sat chewing a mouthful of beans. There was a gurgle, a cramp, and a mounting pressure in her tummy… she chewed the beans and searched her diminished intellect for the meaning of the sensation. It was definitely something familiar; she just couldn’t put her finger on it…
     A sharp cramp doubled her over in her high chair. The pressure descended, gurgling lower and lower.
    Suddenly, Jessie farted loudly-- a noisy bubbler that rumbled wetly off the seat of her damp diapers. She sighed contentedly and swallowed her beans before opening her mouth for more.
     Amy chuckled. “Oops! Excuse you!” she exclaimed in faux shock, spooning another mouthful of beans into Jessie’s waiting mouth. “Are you gassy, sweetie?”
     Jessie elicited another loud fart, slightly muffled by her diapers. She giggled delightedly, swallowing one mouthful of beans and accepting another mouthful. A thick stench began to emerge—Amy waved her hand in front of her face. “P-U! It’s getting stinky in here!”
     Jessie continued with her meal, pausing periodically to pass gas loudly in her diaper. Amy shoveled in spoonful after spoonful, laughing, crinkling her nose, and fanning the air after each rumble and toot.  “Phew-wee! I should have brought a gas mask!” Amy laughed, pinching her nose and shoveling another spoonful of beans into Jessie’s waiting mouth.
     By way of response, Jessie shifted in her high chair, lifting one diapered butt cheek as far off the seat as she could, and cut the loudest, messiest sounding fart Amy had ever heard. “Goodness!” she chuckled. “I know someone who’s going to have a VERY stinky bottom tonight!”Jessie just giggled and chewed, delighting in her rudeness.
     Amy laughed—she’d polished off almost the entire bowl! “You know the song, don’t you honey?” She grinned and began spooning up the remnants of the beans. “’Beans, beans,” she began, bringing the spoon up to Jessie’s waiting mouth, “’good for the heart; the more you eat, the more you fart!”
     Jessie squealed and gurgled happily, clumsily clapping along with the song and Amy spooned in another mouthful.
     “’The more you fart, the better you feel,’” she continued, bringing the last portion up to Jessie’s mouth. “’That’s why baby Jessie eats beans with every meal!”
     Jessie chewed up the last of her meal, swallowed, and passed gas loudly.
     “Oh my!” Amy exclaimed, “sounds like we better check your diaper after that one!”
     She unlocked the tray and helped Jessie unsteadily to her feet. Turning her around, Amy pulled out the waistband of her diapers and plastic pants, and peeked down the back. “Nope all clean.” She grinned and swatted Jessie’s thickly padded tush. “For now, anyway.
     “OK stinky, time for a nap,” Amy said, helping Jessie to her hands and knees on the kitchen floor. Jessie cooed and giggled, crawling around in a couple of lazy circles before crawling out into the hall.
     Amy followed Jessie down the hall, grinning at the sight of her bulky diapered bottom waggling back and forth in the air as she went. POOT! A loud fart rumbled her diapers and made her giggle.
     “Oopsie!” Amy giggled, another sizable BRAPP! emerged. “Jessie! How rude!” she exclaimed, pinching her nose closed. FFOORRT! Jessie giggled, feeling silly. “Jessica, are you hiding a duck down the back of your diaper?” Jessie just chortled happily and disappeared down the hall, still tooting occasionally as she went.
     Amy followed her into the bedroom, finding her sitting on the floor playing with a plush horse. Amy stretched out on the bed with a dreamy sigh and watched her step-sister play, salivating at her helplessness. “Jessie?” she said, waiting for her to turn and look at her with those big blue eyes, “do you want to come up on the bed with me?”
    Nodding, she crawled over and climbed unsteadily onto the mattress. Amy held out her arms, inviting her over. Crawling across the bedspread, she nestled against Amy’s chest and smiled contentedly.
     They lay there for a moment before Amy raised her chin to look into her eyes. “How would you like to play a game?” She nodded sweetly. Smiling seductively, Amy reached down and took hold of her dress, slowly tugging it up her thighs and over her hips to reveal her bare pussy. “This game is called ‘make big sister very happy’; are you ready to play?”
     Jessie smiled and nodded eagerly. “Come down here between my legs, sweetheart,” Amy instructed, helping her into position.  “Now… Kiss my pussy.”
     Jessie complied, bending down slowly to give Amy’s smooth, delicious looking sex a big, wet kiss. Amy sighed: “That’s right, baby,” she groaned, reaching down to stroke her hair, “just like that.”
     Amy groaned and lay back, reaching up to play with her nipples. She murmured breathily and watched Jessie’s head bob gently between her legs as she lapped and sucked, her massively padded rear end stuck up in the air behind her, gently wagging back and forth. Amy groaned: Jessie’s efforts were, of course, sloppy and inexperienced, but she set about her task eagerly. Amy had fantasized about turning Jessie into her obedient little baby-slave for years, and just the sight of her in a diaper was enough to make her horny.
     Jessie, for her part, was enjoying the opportunity to have a little control over her domineering big sister. Although in her present frame of mind she really did view herself as an infant and Amy as her caring older sister, it was still nice to turn the tables on her for a moment. Jessie kissed and sucked Amy’s no-no spot with gusto, listening to Amy’s increasingly excited cries with perverse delight.
     Amy felt herself rushing toward orgasm. She steadied her breathing and tried to prolong the moment. Reaching out, she took the remote from off the bedside table, her thumb hovering over the brown button. She watched the gentle bob and sway of Jessie’s head in her lap… watched the gentle waggle of her cute diapered tushy behind her, the soft crinkle of her plastic pants filling the air. She knew it was coming, she could feel it… she pressed the button, a tiny sound emerging in the bedroom.
     From Jessie’s diaper, Amy heard a noise that started as a fart and ended in something far too sloppy to be gas alone. Jessie’s face snapped up from her crotch, her lips a round ‘O’ of shock. Jessie gasped, her buttocks parted, and she felt a warm, mushy weight filling the seat of her pamper and squishing across her rump. Amy laughed, watching Jessie blush and grunt, passing gas explosively as she involuntarily added further installment to the poopy mess in her diaper.
     Amy groaned and cried, her climax washing over her like a warm, tingling wave as she watched her poor sister grunt and fart and fill her diapers, the seat visibly expanding in the air behind her. Jessie thought for a moment she might be done, but relief turned to dread when she felt a gurgling, gassy cramp inside her, barreling toward her colon at alarming speed. Even in her regressed state, her first instinct was to fight it—but her sphincter wouldn’t listen to her commands, and Jessie could do nothing but give a futile cry, uncontrollably farting out one final, muddy installment into her diaper before collapsing back onto her bottom, her stomach rolling when she felt the mess squish beneath her. She eased down onto her back and struggle to catch her breath.
     Amy smiled contentedly. “Was it as good for you as it was for me?” she sighed to the dark room.


     She could without even checking that Jessie’s diaper was far too messy for a change, so Amy took her into the bathroom. Helping Jessie into the tub, the tugged down she plastic pants—instantly, the stench doubled. “Whew!” Amy exclaimed, fanning the air, “somebody’s not smelling too good,” she said seriously, turning Jessie around to examine the seat of her diaper. “Oh yes… we’ve had a very messy accident indeed,” she clucked. The seat of the diaper was bulging, a dark stain beginning to show through the material. Worse, pair of thick brown smears were beginning to trail down the backs of her thighs. “Oh Jessie,” she sighed, patting the back of her diaper to squish the load in a little, “what a messy present you’ve made for big sister!”
     Jessie blushed and tried to stand still as Amy un-pinned her diaper and gingerly pealed it away from her rump. The back panel of her diaper was almost completely used up, and the corresponding smear across Jessie’s backside was spread half-way up her butt and almost as far down the backs of her thighs.
     “My goodness!” Amy chuckled tossing the diaper away. “What a messy girl you are Jessie! Those beans were disastrous!” She took the shower head and began rinsing her off. Little by little, the gooey brown mess was cleared away, revealing the pale, plump bottom beneath. Amy went about her work, Jessie standing by, passively sucking a pacifier. It felt nice to get out of that dirty, wet diaper and get clean again. She couldn’t fight back an appreciative moan when Amy squirted a dollop of body-wash onto a soft rag and scrubbed her thoroughly, paying extra attention to her pretty pussy. Amy grinned knowingly, and she teased Jessie into a highly aroused state before drying her off and leading her naked into the bedroom.
     She ushered Jessie onto the bed with a couple of pats to her bare rump. Jessie stretched out n the bedspread and sighed softly. Beneath her, her sex was moist and throbbing following Amy’s meticulous cleaning technique. She watched Amy take a container of oil from the nightstand and closed her eyes, expecting a nice tushy massage. Instead, she squealed as Amy parted her butt-cheeks and squirted a large splash of oil up her butt-crack, paying particular attention to her crinkled anus.
     “Just relax honey,” she said gently, grinning mischievously when she reached into the drawer of her bedside table and took out a cool, glass rectal thermometer. “Big sister needs to see if you’re healthy.”
     And she unceremoniously slipped the cool glass tube right up Jessie’s butt, drawing a sensual squeal from beneath her pacifier. Jessie sucked the nipple and twitched her hips, savoring the erotic tingling of her clit on the bed beneath her and the cool glass tube in her bottom.  Behind her, Amy held the thermometer in place and smirked, watching the gentle sway of her hips and she ground her sex into the bed beneath her. She reached down, giving Jessie’s vulnerable bare bottom a pat as she began twisting the chilly glass cylinder, rolling it back and forth between her thumb and forefinger and delighting when Jessie moaned and gurgled, one hand reaching down between her legs.
     “You naughty girl!” Amy smilingly scolded, delivering a loud SWAT! to Amy’s squirming rump, making her squeal. She gurgled ecstatically, fingering herself and grinding her pussy into the bed beneath her and wagging her butt in the air, the thermometer protruding from her backside like a tail! Amy worked the icy tube with one hand, patting and rubbing and squeezing and spanking Jessie’s jiggling, upturned rump with the other. She gave a muffled cry, her entire body tensing from the force of her climax, before collapsing, exhausted and heaving for breath. Amy smiled and withdrew the thermometer with maddening slowness.
     “Hmmm… Everything looks ok from here,” she declared, setting it aside. “Of course, I think we’ll have to take your temperature a couple of times a day now, honey… just to be on the safe side,” she decreed regally, laying out the big, fluffy pamper on the mattress.
     She diapered Jessie quickly, not wanting any messes on the bed, grinning when she realized what a complete baby she’d become. She swaddled her bottom in two disposables to guard against leaks when she was asleep. “How does that feel?” Amy asked sweetly, patting her stomach gently.
     Jessie responded by farting loudly in her diapers, giggling at the tickly way it made her diaper vibrate. Amy laughed and swatted her diapered bottom. “Sounds like we’ve got a noisy night ahead of us, doesn’t it sweetheart?”
     She switched off the bedside lamp and snuggled in close to Jessie for a nice, long sleep.

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Clip From The Secret Lives Of Women

Score another for Dick: he sent in this great clip from the TV series The Secret Lives of Women. In this episode the profile an infantilist. This clip includes interviews with the Adult Baby and her Daddy/husband, lots of diaper shots, and a spanking.



Have a great weekend everyone!

Thursday, April 18, 2013

UPDATED: Unsolved No More

First a note on our March poll: I'm really sorry it turned into such a shit-show, guys. I'd always kind of had a feeling blogger had a habit of "losing" votes, but this was the first confirmation I had (during the first poll, nearly half the votes disappeared in one night.) The new poll didn't fare much better (I know for a fact we lost at least a couple votes). From  now on I'll be conducting all votes via Mister Poll.

Update: A huge outpouring of info from readers on this post has cleared up almost all of our mysteries. Read on for further info. Thanks so much for everyone who contributed!

 Let's start with an intriguing mystery uncovered by our old friend Dick. We have here what appears to be a still taken from an unknown Japanese game show. The three "contestants" are very cute in their diapers and bibs, sucking on their pacifiers. Any information provided will be rewarded.

Update: Thanks to Ashley and Katie who both sent this link that clears things up (kind of). It's from a show called Sex Game of Life which aired October 7 2010. The Google translation is pretty rough-- can anyone hook us up with any more info (and maybe even a clip?)


 I also received this single comic panel from an anonymous reader--  it appears to be a bratty older girl undergoing regression punishment from her mother while her delighted younger brother looks on. Anyone know the origin of this? Looks a little fetishy to be mainstream.

Update: Boy was I way off on this one! Not only is the from the very mainstream comic Love and Rockets (the story Perla La Loca), according to both Ziggurat and Raiyuki the woman is a slightly deviate lady from the community who pays young women to dress  like little girls for her to take care of. Not only that, her "brother" is actually another girl from the neighborhood. I have no idea which issue number/graphic novel this story is contained in-- anyone want to help us out?


Next up, two fashion related pics from Kristin:

The first appears to be a model in a runway show dressed up as a baby (including plastic pants and possibly a thin diaper.) In the second, a luscious woman in an extremely infantile outfit (that looks inspired by the Disney version of Alice In Wonderland to me)... am I crazy, or does her crotch look a little "bulky?"

Update:  The first pic remains a mystery, but the second has been confirmed by Dick and an anonymous commenter below as none other than Gwen Stefani of No Doubt. Dick sent in a link explaining the pic here.

I'll let Dick introduce and explain our last contributions:

Female celebrities in diapers are a rare thing, and famous gals who diaper up more than once are rarer still. Here are a couple of pictures of Bette Midler once again portraying Baby New Year. I don't know the publication history of the photos, but they were taken during a performance on New Year's Eve 1982. I have evidence that Midler played BNY on several other occasions, but I haven't been able to verify any additional diaper-wearing.


 In 1983 Bette Midler published a children's book called The Saga of Baby Divine. Photos were taken with Midler dressed as the book's infant protagonist. The picture with the dark blue background is from the book jacket; I don't know about the other one.

What do you think, guys? Is she secretly one of us?
That's all for now-- expect more updates soon. Hope everyone's having a great week!
Peek-a-boo! (Naughty Diaper Girls)

Monday, April 15, 2013

Messy Jessie Reborn!

Hey guys,

here's a fast one I threw together while we wait on the next chapter of the Humble Games-- a sequel to one of my most popular stories-- here's hoping it lives up to expectations! I have at least one additional installment in mind, but I'll only write it if I get a good reaction for this one. So if you like it and want to see it continued, be sure to let me know.

And now, without any further ado...



Messy Jessie Reborn

Starring
 

Taylor Swift as Amy
 January Jones as Jessica "Messy Jessie" Horne


It was almost Noon, and Jessica was thinking about going for lunch. Two years had passed since her ordeal at the hand of her step-sister Amy. It had taken almost six months of therapy to remove all of the hypnotic suggestions from her mind, but here she sat today, no longer “Messy Jessie” but Jessica Horne once again, back on the fast-track at the advertising firm where she worked. There had been a minor scandal surrounding Amy’s little “prank,” but thankfully the details had been kept under wraps. Amy was currently incarcerated in the psychiatric wing of a minimum security prison upstate for what she had done, and Jessica would never admit it, but she felt much safer knowing the little psycho was safely locked up.
     Rehabilitation hadn’t been easy, of course—the triggers had been buried deep in her subconscious, and getting them out had taken months. For a while, she thought they’d never be able to fix her. But, eventually, they’d managed to get her back to normal—or at the very least, to stop messing her pants on cue (not to mention the many other embarrassing suggestions Amy had programmed into her)—she wasn’t sure she would ever really recover from the trauma of being Amy’s perverted plaything.
      Jessica was trying to decide where to go for lunch. She usually liked the Italian place across the street, but her secretary had told her about a new Indian place just around the corner that sounded good. She sighed, smiling to herself—how she relished making small decisions now. For a moment she thought back to how utterly helpless she had been, just a short time ago—shivering, she pushed it out of her mind.
     The device on her desk buzzed—“Your lunch appointment has arrived, Ms. Horne,” her secretary said.
     Lunch appointment? Who could that be? Jessica was very good at keeping track of her appointments in her head, but she was positive she was eating alone today (the better to go over the Michaels account). Who could it be?
     The door swung open. Jessica looked up, curious.
     “Hey big sister!”
     Jessica’s jaw dropped; she saw it, but couldn’t process it—couldn’t bring herself to believe it. It was like a scene from a nightmare—Jessica prayed to wake up.
     “A-A-A-Amy!” she stammered. “W-w-w-what are you doing here?”
     “You mean ‘how come you’re not in the nut house anymore?’” She said archly.
     Jessica stammered, not sure what to say. She was furious with herself for being so intimidated by a girl who wasn’t even 20 yet, but looking at her brought back a flood of hazy and humiliating memories. The trial alone, where the blushing Jessica had been forced to recount, in excruciating detail, her entire ordeal—every messy diaper, every change, every time she’d been trotted out in public to be laughed at by Amy’s bitchy little friends.
     Amy laughed. “Relax, big sis! I served my time; I’m rehabilitated!”
     “W-w-what are you doing here?”
     She smiled. “Well, two reasons actually. First, I just wanted to say there’re no hard feelings about that whole turning-me-in-even-after-I-released-you thing.”
     “But you—“
      “No, seriously, I mean it. I AM your sister, sort of, and you did tattle on me, EVEN THOUGH I could have had you pissing and shitting in diapers for the rest of your life,” Amy said, bitterness seeping in toward the end. She smiled at her, and Jessica felt a stab of fear. “But never mind; it’s water under the bridge.”
     Jessica was outraged—how could she be such a narcissistic demon?But did she dare say anything? Jessica simply wanted Amy out of her office and out of her life. “I—thank you, Amy,” she said lamely.
     Amy smiled. There was a long, awkward pause. Jessica grew more and more frightened—it was like being in the same room with a wild animal. “Aren’t you going to ask me about the second thing?”
     Jessica had almost forgotten. “Oh—OK; what’s the second thing, Amy?” she asked carefully, not wanting to antagonize her.
     “Well, I lost a bunch of time at school because of the trial and all, so now I’ve got to go to summer school.”
      “Oh—that’s too bad,” Jessica said soothingly.
     “Well, anyway, I have this stupid science fair coming up… I was thinking maybe you could help me out?”
     “Oh… H-h-how?”
     “I thought we could dust off our old hypnosis act, silly!” Amy said, cheerfully. “You could come up on stage with me; I could put you in your diaper, maybe you could crawl around for a bit…”
     “What? Amy… this isn’t funny.”
      “I’m not joking! It’ll be great, everyone will love it!”
     “You’re crazy…”
     Amy fixed her with a serious look. “Jessie…” she said, seriously, making Jessica shiver, “don’t be a spoilsport. I mean, it’s the least you can do after turning me in…”
     “GET OUT!” Jessica demanded, unable to contain her fury. “You come in here after what you did to me and ask me to…” she couldn’t bring herself to finish.
     “I’m sensing some hostility,” Amy said smoothly, like she hadn’t even heard the outburst. “At least let me show you this…”
     She reached into her purse and removed a simple looking remote control device, with six buttons of various colors. “You like?”
     “What is it?” she whispered. She felt herself recoiling in her chair.
     “Let me answer your question with one of my own: Do you remember a couple of weeks ago when your friend Farah sent you that a link to that song you love?”
     “Yes… my favorite song. How did you…” She stared at her suddenly. Amy grinned.
     “I have a confession: I posted the link, then I hacked into Farah’s e-mail to send it to you.”
     “What did you do?” Jessica asked quietly. She frantically tried to remember how many times she’d played it, realizing it had been almost non-stop for nearly a week.
     “While I was… away… I had plenty of opportunity to refine my hypnosis technique… and my skills. You’d be amazed what you can do with subliminal messages these days. For instance—one of the commands I embedded in the audio was simple—listen to the track as much as you could day and night. Did you do it?”
      Jessica began to perspire when she realized how often she’d played the stupid thing in the background over the last couple of weeks—it had practically been on a continuous loop. “Amy,” she said slowly, her skin crawling, “what have you done?”
     “Each button on the remote produces a different ultrasonic tone— nearly undetectable to the naked ear.  Each tone has been linked to a subconscious command implanted by the subliminals I layered into the audio track you’ve been listening to.”
       “Amy, stop this… please,” Jessica begged, genuinely afraid now. What had the little monster done to her?
     “Stop? Don’t be such a downer Jessie—I haven’t even shown you what my little toy can do yet.” She pointed to the top button. “The pink one inhibits the speech centers of your brain, forcing you to speak in a charming, babyish prattle.”
     “Amy, if you don’t leave right now…”
     With an evil smile, Amy squeezed the pink button. A nearly inaudible squeal pierced the room.
     “… I’m gonna caw’ da powice!” Gasping, Jessica reached up and claps her palms to her mouth. This couldn’t be happening—not again!
     “May I continue my demonstration? Good. The blue button,” she said, indicating the next key down, “removes your voluntary muscle control—you won’t be able to walk or write once it’s activated.”
     Jessica wasn’t listening. In a panic, she bolted up for her desk and started toward the door. She had to get help! She heard a distant, tinny ring, so small it almost wasn’t even there. Jessica tripped over her own two feet and tumbled to the floor. She wound up sitting in the carpet with her legs straight out in front of her, dazed.
     “Oopsy daisy! Did someone have a little spill?”
     She tried to concentrate, to plead with Amy for mercy. “A-ma! ‘Top dis!” she squealed, almost indecipherable.
     “Stop it? But we’re just getting to the fun part. You remember what comes next don’t you?”
     Jessica squealed and kicked her legs, becoming upset. She hated being so powerless—and the thought of being at Amy’s mercy was truly disturbing.
     “That’s right,” Amy said, reaching into her purse. “We put you in your nice, big… diaper!”
      She pulled one out of her purse, a disposable as thick and crinkly as the kind a baby would wear. Jessica let out a shriek; all the nightmares she’d had since her first ordeal; the complete and utter helplessness, the sensation of being imprisoned within her own body—and left in Amy’s hands. With great difficulty, she turned over on her hands and knees and wondered if she could crawl to freedom before Amy did anything else to her.
     Taking a fuzzy blanket out of her bag, Amy spread it out and fixed Jessica with a serious look. “Let’s go… on your back right now Jessie,” she commanded firmly.
     “NNNAAAAAHH!” Jessica cried, defiantly, allowing her anger to get the better of her. She knew there was no way to escape in her present condition, but she still didn’t want to give in to Amy’s whims.
     “Come on; you know you’re going to do it—one way or the other,” she said menacingly, holding up the remote. “There’s still four more buttons, you know.”
     With a heavy, shaky sigh, she complied, crawling over toward the blanket. Although she hated to give in to the little nut, Jessica knew she had little choice. Like Amy said: she was going on the blanket, one way or the other. Jessica just prayed someone had heard the commotion. She begged every higher power she could name for someone to save her.
     She crawled past Amy, the girl giving her a hard swat on the backside as she passed. “Let’s go: double time!” she laughed, watching Jessie crawling across the office in her business suit, the tight skirt restricting her legs. She crawled onto the blanket and took a seat, pouting and glaring at her tormentor.
     Amy towered over her, a giant, smirking smugly at her from the sky. On the floor, Jessica could only look up at her nervously, her legs seeming impossibly long. Jessica could just make out the crotch of her step-sister’s panties under her skirt, but Amy either didn’t know or didn’t care. “I love your cute little suit, Jessie,” Amy said truthfully. “It makes you look so elegant and professional and… I don’t know… Grown Up. A nice piece of work-- but hardly suitable for our purposes, am I right?”
     Jessica worked up her most miserable scowl, but Amy just smiled and reached down to tickle her ribs through her blouse. Jessica convulsed and shrieked with laughter. She flopped onto her side, but Amy moved with her, kneeling beside her, keeping her incapacitated with one  hand tickling while the other one deftly stripped her of her jacket. Squirming and struggling, Jessica tried to fight her off, but Amy kept her subdued with one tickling hand while the other one pulled open her blouse and yanked it off, throwing it over her shoulder to the floor. The skirt was next, unzipped as Amy tickled her tummy and pulled it off along with her pantyhose.
     Now Jessica sat on the baby blanket in nothing by her underwear. Shivering, she tried vainly to cover herself from Amy’s leering looks. She fumed inwardly and glared at her looming step-sister, who for her part seemed to be enjoying herself.
     “C’mon honey—get ‘em off!” Amy commanded. Jessica gripped the waistband of her panties tightly, not ready to let them go without a fight. But she was caught off guard when Amy grabbed her by the ankles and lifted. Jessica squealed, unexpectedly rocking down onto her back with her pantied bottom in the air. She was dazed, and unable to put up an effective defense when Amy took the waistband of her panties and tugged the over her hips and down her legs.
     “What a cute little tushy,” Amy gushed giving Jessica’s tight, round bottom a couple of hard spanks, then undoing and removing her bra when she cried out in pain and embarrassment. Jessica now sat totally nude before her tormentor.
     “Jessie! You let you pubes grow back!” Amy tittered in faux indignation. Jessica blushed, remembering how Amy had shaved her pussy as bald as a baby’s bottom. “We’ll fix that later. Do you know what time it is?”
     Jessica groaned, knowing all too well.
     “That’s right… Diaper time!”Amy said excitedly, holding up the diaper.
     Naked and quivering, Jessica squealed in displeasure. “Oh hush!” Amy said, taking a big baby bottle from her purse and shoving it into her step-sister’s mouth. Jessica squealed and gurgled, but took the bottle with both hands and reluctantly sucked, tasting a Kahlua-like flavor. She sucked her baba and sighed, trying to relax. She prayed Amy would come to what little senses she possessed and cease this madness, or at very least someone would come in and stop her before it got any worse.
     She sucked the bottle slowly, feeling the fluid trickling down her throat. Amy took her by the ankles again. “Bottoms up!” she said enthusiastically, hoisting Jessica’s legs into the air and slipping the diaper beneath her pale rump. She took a container of powder from her bag and sprinkled it onto Jessica’s rounded derriere, patting it in with a giggle. “Make you smell nice and fresh… for a while anyway,” she smirked knowingly.
     Jessica squeezed her eyes closed and slurped her bottle. She tried to convince herself that she was dreaming… but when she opened her eyes again, she knew that it was all too real.  Amy lowered her legs, Jessica becoming sick when her tight little tushy came into contact with the diapers thickly padded surface.  She groaned, feeling Amy powder her front and pat it in, delighting in “innocently” rubbing Jessica’s clit and labia.  Jessica groaned, willing herself to not become aroused, but it was no use… she soon had her thighs spread wide open, displaying herself to Amy lewdly. The girl’s eyes sparkled as she rubbed and tickled the older woman’s privates, driving her deeper into a state of arousal. “Good girl; I knew you’d get back in the swing of things!”
     Jessica groaned, shame bubbling up in her as she remembered Amy’s delightful torments and the number of times she’d been forced to climax in the middle of a diaper change (and maybe forced wasn’t even the right word—Jessica could clearly remember times when she’d been more than happy to have a little adult fun in the middle of the afternoon.) Amy worked her fingers quicker, then slowed down, grinning mischievously when Jessica moaned and bucked her hips eagerly. “You naughty girl!” she chided, delivering a smack to her thigh and making her step-sister gasp. “We don’t have time for your lewd behavior, Jessie,” Amy declared, pulling the thick material of the diaper tightly between Jessica’s legs and sealing it closed.
     “There we go!” Amy said triumphantly. Poor Jessica could only look down at herself—nude but for an oversized pamper—and blush shamefully. Had it really been less than ten minutes since she sat at her desk, so confident, polished, and self assured? From her current vantage point-- squirming mostly naked on a baby blanket on the floor, her diaper crinkling nosily with every move-- it seemed like a lifetime ago.
     “Almost ready for your big debut,” Amy said, freezing Jessica’s blood. “We just need to get you in your pretty little outfit.”
     Jessica burst into tears all over again when she watched Amy reach into her bag and take out a little white t-shirt, and a frilly pink bonnet. “Oh, sweetie,” Amy cooed sweetly, “don’t be sad… you’re going to look so cute!”
     Jessica couldn’t stop bawling as the t-shirt was pulled over her head and down over her breasts. The shirt was tight and small, accentuating her breasts and riding up over her tummy, exposing her bare midriff between the top of her diaper and the bottom of her t-shirt. The bonnet was next, pulled snugly over her scalp and tied under her chin. Jessica continued bawling, knowing how silly she must look.
     “Oh, hush,” Amy scolded gently, pushing a pacifier into her mouth. “It’s not like this’ll be the first time anyone’s seen you in one of your pretty baby outfits—though I suppose it is the first time you’ve been in them at the office!’ she chuckled.  She went to the door. “OK—time to warm up the audience!”

     The office was quiet in the minutes before lunch as everyone scrambled to do a little more work before they went off to eat. Amy left Jessica’s office and went to the front of the room. “Can I have everyone’s attention, please?”
     She soon had every eye in the room on her, most happy for the distraction (the men especially welcoming of a distraction as attractive as Amy). She waited until she had everyone’s attention. “I’m Jessica Horne’s step-sister, Amy Reynolds. Jessie asked me to inform all of you that she’ll be taking a couple of weeks off to help me out with a project.
     “See, I’m not sure if Jessie ever told any of you but I’ve… well, I’ve had some problems lately. In fact I was recently released from a mental health facility following a bout of depression and suicidal thoughts.”
     Murmurs of sympathy rippled through the crowd. Amy had them eating out of the palm of her hand. She pressed on. “I’m currently trying to make up the time I lost at school while I was… away, and my wonderful, caring big sister has volunteered to take time out to help me, so let’s give her a big hand!” she said, leading them in an enthusiastic round of applause.
     Bewildered, the office drones followed suit, clapping slowly at first, then building to a steady crescendo. Amy turned toward Jessie’s open office and bent down, hands on knees. “C’mon, Jessie—you don’t want to keep your public waiting, do you?” she asked with a giggle.
     In the office, on her hands and knees, Jessica contemplated not going, but quickly nixed the idea, realizing it would only make things worse. All she could do now was pray someone would realized she’d been forced into this position against her will and decide to help her. Sucking in a deep breath, Jessica crawled out into the main office to greet her audience.
     She emerged, a hush fell over the room, followed by disbelieving whispers; what the hell was this, anyway? Jessica crawled across the floor, slowly but steadily, her hugely diapered butt swaying and crinkling in the air behind her. “Oh my God!” she heard someone exclaim. By now the people were openly laughing at her, and Jessica clenched her teeth around her pacifier and blushed as she arrived at Amy’s feet.
     Reaching down, Amy took Jessica by the arm and helped her stand. Jessica unfolded herself and rose unsteadily to her feet. Her legs wobbled beneath her, and Amy had to steady her with one arm. “As you may be able to tell, Jessie is practicing for our hypnosis act at my school science fair—hey, I don’t suppose you guys would like a preview, would you?”
     There was applause from the onlookers. Jessica’s stomach sank… so much for relying on help from outside. Amy held up the remote for everyone to see. “I’ve programmed a number of posthypnotic suggestions into Jessie’s subconscious mind. Each button on this remote produces a different effect. For example: if I was to push this yellow button…” she said, hitting the third key from the top. Suddenly, Jessica felt an urgent pressure on her bladder—manageable for the moment, but threatening to become an emergency at any second. “It induces an urgent need to urinate. While this brown button,” she began, smirking evilly as she gave it a squeeze.
     Jessica gasped, a strong urge to poop coming over her. “… Induces the urge to defecate,” Amy continued clinically. “These bodily urges grow stronger with each push of the button,” she said, spitefully giving both the yellow and brown buttons a couple of more presses.
     Jessica squealed, suddenly desperate. She stepped and pranced in place, pressing her hands up against her crotch and the seat of her diaper. She blushed, knowing how silly she must look—knowledge confirmed when she heard the audience chuckling nervously, watching her bounce in place in a desperate attempt to control herself.
     “Wow, that got her moving, huh folks?” Amy said delightedly, taking the soother from Jessica’s mouth. “How about it, sister dear—Care to tell the nice people how you’re feeling right now?”
     “Gotta go potty!” Jessica blurted, blushing furiously when the audience exploded into laughter.
     Amy laughed right along with them. “What poor Jessie doesn’t know is that her struggles are moot.” Grinning sadistically, she indicated the remote again. “One tap of the green button and she’ll have all the toilet training of a newborn!”
     Jessica squealed in protest, but it was too late… a tiny, tinny sound, so small it almost wasn’t there struck her ears.
     And just like that, all of Jessica’s toilet training was instantly forgotten. One minute she was struggling, squeezing her lower orifices closed in a desperate attempt to stay clean—then that infernal sound blew through her head and suddenly, Jessica couldn’t remember how to control herself anymore… The knowledge of what to do and how to act if she had to go had simply vanished without a trace.
     The results were immediate… Jessica could only stand by stiffly and blush as her bladder emptied into her thick pamper, the crotch growing noticeably heavy and yellow.  She heard herself fart noisily and squeaked, feeling her buttocks part and a large, mucky load emerge involuntarily. She gave a cry, struggling desperately to remember how to control herself as a huge, mushy BM oozed out of her loudly and settled into the seat of her diaper, which noticeably began to expand and droop, a dark stain spreading visibly.
     Amy stood by laughing and patting the growing load in Jessica’s diaper—delighting in every disgusting, rumbling fart and prolonged, mushy squish as Jessica’s diaper grew lumpier, heavier, and more distended by the second. “Phew!” she exclaimed, giving an exaggerated fan of the air. “I guess those buttons aren’t going to need any adjustments!” she said, drawing appreciative laughs from the crowd.
     Jessica just stood there on her unsteady legs and bawled inconsolably. Her diaper was filled to capacity, the pee and poop combining into an awful, mushy slurry. Her entire rear end was smeared, and the load in her seat hung so heavily that the top of her butt-crack was peeking out. The stench, nearly overpowering, had enveloped her. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she thought of her ruined reputation—how could she ever look any of her co-workers in the eye again?
     “Aww, poor Jessie—are you a little embawwassed by your accident?” Amy cooed in sickeningly sweet baby talk, causing Jessica to glare in her direction.  “Luckily we have one more button,” she said, placing her finger in position over the final key on the remote. “When I push the black button, grown up Jessie goes away, leaving nothing but a sweet, innocent Adult Baby who doesn’t understand how embarrassed she should be.” She smirked at her stunned sister. “Until I hit it again, that is…”
     “Amy, pwese don’!” Jessica whined desperately.
     “Oh hush, you!” the younger girl commanded shoving the pacifier back into Jessica’s mouth. “Jessica go bye-bye!” She said sweetly, hitting the button.
     “NNNNOOOOOO!!!!” Jessica cried as the small sound hit her ears and worked its way into her brain, closing down her adult personality as it did. For a brief, horrifying moment, Jessica experienced a nightmarish vertigo, her adult memories and impulses rapidly dwindling down to nothing. By the time she’d finished her scream, she could no longer remember what had upset her so. She thought nothing of the past or the future, only of her present situation and current needs. She was surrounded by laughing people she didn’t know, which was a little scary, but she recognized Amy and was happy to see her big sister, content in the knowledge that she would watch out for her. And just like that, Jessica was gone.
     Jessie shifted from foot to foot, aware that she’d had an accident. She was vividly aware of the ooey gooey mess in her diaper, and she wriggled her bottom, enjoying the squishy sensations down below.  Slowly, her co-workers surrounded her (as close as they cared to get to the smell, anyway) chuckling and patting her on the bottom. Jessie didn’t mind—she was happy to be the center of attention.
     “Well,” she heard Amy say behind her, I guess it’s time for the stinker and me to hit the road.”
     Jessie turned and observed Amy approaching with an oversized stroller. “C’mon Jessie, let’s go, she said, leading the oversized Adult Toddler over to it. With Amy’s help, Jessie eased herself down into the seat, feeling the mess slowly compress beneath her weight, squishing and oozing into every nook and cranny. Jessie gave a contented sigh—the slippery, mushy load in her drawers was warm and actually kind of comfy. Jessie squirmed around on her bottom, giggling to herself.
     “Here we go—say bye-bye Jessie,” said Amy as she began wheeling her out of the building.
    In the stroller, Jessie yawned, suddenly sleepy. The warm dump in her pants was lulling her to sleep—somewhere, deep inside, the buried remnants of her adult mind she screamed, horrified by the thought of nodding off in a messy diaper. But she just couldn’t help it—after all, she’d just had a big day, and she needed her rest, didn’t she?
     Big sister Amy will take care of it, she thought with a yawn. Big sister takes care of everything.
     She squirmed her bottom once more, shifting the load into a comfortable position, and drifted sweetly to sleep.

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