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Sunday, November 30, 2014

Your Dose Of Cute For The Week Of Nov. 30 2014

(I've been without internet access for the last day or so-- if I owe you an e-mail or private message, look for it today or tomorrow. 
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.)

Sunday

Monday
Faye X from Diaper Gal

Tuesday
Old Fashioned Girl
  Veronica pouts after another good spanking.

Wednesday
Outdoor Diapers

Thursday

Friday
http://pottypants.blogspot.ca/2014/11/eat-up-thanksgiving-in-diaper-dimension.html
Thanksgiving in the Diaper Dimension: a new caption series by Princess Pottypants.


Saturday
Spanking And Diapers by JamJar Monster.

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Mommy Dearest Chapter Four

Huge, extra special thanks to everyone who's sent in donations or bought comics-- it's greatly appreciated!
 
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three

Happy Thanksgiving, Americans! Here's something I hope will make you a little more thankful today. And some more good news: we're officially back on schedule! Look for the final part to arrive in this space two weeks from today!

Today's artist is JamJarMonster, who I'd like to single out for doing such a great job on this pic-- not only was it probably the most complicated of the series, with tons of action, but it's also based on what is probably the most openly pornographic thing I've ever written.

Not only does it look great, she got it done on time, too.

So this one's dedicated to you Zoe: thanks for doing such an amazing job! You can see more of her art in Diaper Pins.

Again, you can feel free to redistribute this if you'd like, but please do leave the watermark and provide a link back here if possible.




Chapter Four

“Christ, it stinks in here,” Chloe complained, watching her twin sister spoon the last portion of beans into her stepmother’s mouth. After choking them down, Krystal cut another trumpet-blast fart from the seat of her diaper with a strained grunt. She barely even seemed to notice—her belly, normally so flat and toned from hours of exercise, was round and tight as a drum.  Inside, the contents churned and festered—somewhere within her, a disaster was waiting to happen, heralded by a symphony of grunts and toots, moans and squeaks, groans and outright explosive eruptions of flatulence, and there was more than one moment where she thought she’d messed herself.
     “OK, Krystal,” Carrie said, detaching the tray from the high-chair, “are you ready to walk?”
     In response, Krystal lifted up a butt-cheek and passed gas noisily. Chloe and Carrie wrinkled their noses and fanned their faces.
     “Let’s get out of here,” Chloe said, helping Krystal out of the high chair unsteadily to her feet, “Before we asphyxiate!”
     Krystal belched lazily, regarding the twins with drooping eyes, her face, bib, even her swollen belly and the front of her diaper were still spattered with beans. She was sober now, but the heavy lunch she’d just been stuffed with was making her sleepy, and she was unsteady on her feet, the bulk and weight of the diaper between her thighs keeping her legs spread awkwardly.
     “Yeah, let’s get a move on,” Carrie said, patting Krystal’s diapered rump for emphasis. In response, Krystal blasted out a mushy fart, and Carrie pulled her hand away quickly. “Eww! How about a little warning next time?”
     “Open,” Chloe demanded simply, and Krystal lazily opened her mouth. The pacifier was shoved back between her lips and the straps fastened behind her head once more.
     “I think feeding her was a mistake,” said Carrie, pinching her nose shut for dramatic emphasis as they led Krystal unsteadily out the door and down the hall. “She stinks like an elephant’s butt!”
     Krystal attempted to ask Carrie how fresh she thought she would smell if she’d been the one who had just been force-fed a whole can of beans, but the gag prevented reduced it to a series of emphatic, muffled grunts.
     “Agreed,” said Chloe, ignoring her stepmother. “I wouldn’t get into the car with her now… it’d be like driving around in an outhouse!”
     Krystal glared, but there was little she could do about it now. She reluctantly trailed behind them, noting that, once again, they seemed to be moving deeper into the daycare instead of toward the parking lot.
     “I think a nap, for one thing,” said Carrie. “She looks like she’s just about out on her feet.”
     “Good thinking, dear sister,” Chloe said, opening one of the doors and guiding her stepmother inside. Krystal waddled along behind them, her soggy diaper drooping heavily between her legs. Since she’d first wet, she’d started just peeing whenever the need struck her—soon the diaper was warm and soaking wet—and starting to hang a little low. She tugged up the waistband absently and toddled groggily along behind Chloe and Carrie, following them obliviously into a room marked Nurses’ Station.
     The twins had been here before of course—hours ago, they had unpacked several more packages obtained over the internet. Had she not been stuffed to the point of unconsciousness, Krystal might have wondered exactly what the leather upholstered spanking bench was doing in the middle of the Nurses’ Office in a daycare… however, she was so out of it that she allowed the twins to guide her into place, face down along it’s cool, padded surface, and lash her wrists and ankles tightly, effectively immobilizing her, face down, with her big diapered butt stuck up in the air behind her.
     “I think the patient needs something to clean her little tummy out,” said Carrie with well practiced clinical detachment.
     With perfect comedic timing, Krystal grunted and blew a nasty Bronx cheer from her diapered backside.
     “I couldn’t have put it better myself, stepmother dear,” Chloe deadpanned, crinkling her nose.
     “I think a good dose of castor oil should do the trick,” Carrie said. Beneath the bonnet, Krystal’s eyes widened as she watched Carrie take the bottle of castor oil from her purse. She struggled against her bonds, and her grunts behind the pacifier gag grew more emphatic—but Carrie simply ignored her, dumping a large dose of the oil into an IV bag, which she then hung on one of a pair of conveniently located poles.
    Carrie squatted down in front of Krystal, looking her right in the eyes with a sadistic smile. Reaching out, she pulled a small plug out of the front of the pacifier, then fed the end of the IV tube into the opening. With the pacifier now effectively transformed into a feeding gag, Carrie rose to her feet and slowly reached toward the switch. Krystal shook her head furiously and looked up at her with pleading eyes. By Carrie merely fixed her with a cool, superior smirk. “Bon appetit,” she smirked, hitting the switch and starting the flow.
     “BBBLLLLAAAAGGGG!” Krystal cried as best she could as the thick, oily, positively disgusting concoction hit her mouth, coating her tongue and rolling down her throat. The flow was slow but steady, and she was forced to swallow at regular intervals to prevent choking. Krystal moaned and groaned, struggling against her bonds and trying desperately to dislodge the gag from her mouth… but it was no use, and she was left to gag, struggling against her bonds under the watchful eyes of her hated stepdaughters.
     “You know, Carrie,” said Chloe conversationally, “I don’t mean to knock your skills as a diagnostician, but I’m not sure I agree that this is the proper course of action.”
     Krystal grunted out a sob of relief… finally, someone was talking sense.
     “How do you mean, sister dear?” Carrie asked.
     “Well, I think your instincts are right,” Chloe said, moving around to the other end of the table. Krystal peeked over her shoulder, watching her nervously, sweat dribbling down her brow, the thick, goopy castor oil still rolling down her throat. “I just think you might be dealing with things on the wrong end…”
     “HHUUUHHH?!?” Krystal cried from behind her gag, not liking where this was going one bit.
     “Is that so?” asked Carrie with a smirk.
     “Indeed… foul though her mouth may be, I think this is a problem that’s going to be best dealt with at the source…” she smirked, giving Krystal upturned rump a gentle pat for emphasis, the thick padding crinkling audibly beneath her touch. Krystal shifted as best she could with her arms and legs secured in place, watching with eyes the size of saucers as Chloe removed a big red enema bag from her purse.
     Krystal struggled against her bonds and shook her head furiously, desperate to free herself… but the best she could manage was wriggling her diapered butt, stuck up in the air behind her. Chloe laughed as she filled the bag with warm, soapy water.
     “Just relax, Krystal dearest,” she smirked, quickly filling the bag to capacity. “Soon we’re going to have you all cleaned out.”
     Krystal watched, sweat dripping down her face as Chloe hung the bulging bag on the second IV pole and wheeled it around to the back of the table. Krystal, now so focused on what Chloe was doing that she’d nearly forgotten the foul tasting liquid that was still filling her mouth, watched in horror as the tapes of her diaper were undone, the back panel folded down to hang limply between her legs, leaving her wearing nothing but a messy bib and a big, frilly bonnet. “Eww—did you piss yourself?” Chloe said accusingly, barely able to contain her smirk. “Bad girl!” she admonished, delivering a stinging, open-palmed swat to one of Krystal plump, vulnerable buttocks, delighting as it jiggled. “You’d better learn to control yourself,” she lectured, delivering another swat to the other cheek, bringing out a red hand-print to match the one on the other side and making Krystal growl angrily behind her feeding gag as she swallowed helplessly. Chloe smirked, taking a tube of KY jelly from her purse.
     “Let’s lube you up a bit,” said Chloe, putting a large dollop of jelly on her index finger, “not that you deserve it.” Krystal emitted a gurgling squeal as the cool gel hit the crinkled rosebud of her anus. She tried to maintain her composure, but she emitted a barely restrained groan of pleasure… one that only became more emphatic as Chloe’s finger slowly penetrated her asshole. Krystal was desperate to maintain her composure, but the sudden rush of pleasure was too much for her, and before she knew it she was wriggling her bare, vulnerable butt as best she could. Chloe gave a surprised laugh.
     “Whoa! That’s not the reaction I was expecting!” she chortled, watching her stepmother’s pussy growing visibly wet as she worked her digit in and out in a slow, maddening rhythm. “Is there any limit to your slutty behavior?” she laughed, delivering a couple of more spanks to her stepmother’s upturned, quivering rear-end.
     Chloe withdrew her finger with maddening slowness, gently twisting it from one side to the other as she did. Krystal groaned and shook, grinding her sex against the leather bench and wiggling her bare ass in the air behind her. Finally she was clear, and Krystal collapsed to the surface of the bench with a sob, swallowing another mouthful of the wretched tasting castor oil. Chloe smirked, taking the nozzle of the enema and greasing it with KY. The nozzle (another internet purchase) was made of soft, thick black rubber and was probably far larger and more phallic than was strictly necessary.
     “Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting you to enjoy this,” Chloe sniffed self-righteously, playing the tip of the nozzle across her stepmother’s crinkled little asshole (Krystal stiffened, sweat dribbling down her brow. Her bratty little bitch of a stepdaughter had discovered her anal-eroticism… and now it seemed she was intent on using it as yet another means to embarrass her. ) “But since you do, well… enjoy the ride, dear stepmother!”
     Krystal’s eyes first widened, then crossed before emitting a positively piggish grunt of pleasure as she felt Chloe push the nozzle home, its well-greased rubber surface slipping up her equally well-greased hiney with practiced ease. Groaning, her bare flesh quivered all over as Chloe pushed the nozzle home, it’s black bulk filling her back passage, sending throbs of pleasure throughout her body. Chloe pushed its entire length up Krystal’s butt with maddening slowness, grinning gleefully as she watched her helpless stepmother writhe and shiver in the throes of involuntary passion. “There we go,” Chloe said, giving the nozzle a gentle wriggle for good measure. Krystal reared up and made a noise that was half grunt and half gurgle, her eyes rolling back in her head, a thick rivulet of spit and castor oil dribbling down her chin. “Time to drop the checkered flag,” Chloe said with a chuckle; and without further ado, she opened the clamp with a click, and seconds later Krystal gave a low moan as she felt the warm, soapy water rush into her colon with a forceful whoosh. She was filled both with the desire to leap up and flee (an impossibility bound as she was) and the equally powerful desire to stay in place and hump the leather bench beneath her to a furious climax, which she began doing almost immediately. The water rushed into her with the force of a raging river, further filling her already swollen abdomen. Krystal was helpless to do anything more than lewdly grinding her neatly trimmed sex against the cool, soft, smooth surface beneath her and clench and unclench her fingers and toes as she found herself thoroughly stuffed from both ends.
     The twins watched and giggled mischievously—this was all going far better than they’d hoped, and they were enjoying the spectacle of seeing their hated stepmother, trussed up and naked, being pumped full of castor oil in one end and water in the other while she alternately gagged and dry-humped the bench beneath. But still Carrie frowned. “Seems like something’s missing, doesn’t it?” she mused allowed. She scanned the room quickly, her eyes lighting up when she saw the thin, plastic ruler on the desk in the corner. “Ah… perfect,” she said, picking it of off the desk and walking slowly toward her bound and helpless stepmother, swishing it in the air menacingly.
     “You know, Krystal,” she lectured condescendingly, “you’re really not supposed to be enjoying this.” She punctuated her statement my tapping first one vulnerable bare cheek, then the other with the cool, flat side of the ruler. Krystal’s head immediately shot up, and she glanced back at Carrie, her eyes wide, filled with a curious mix of desire and apprehension. She saw the ruler go up, then heard it slicing sharply through the air as it swung downward toward her vulnerable bare bum.
     SMACK! “Bad girl!” Carrie admonished. SMACK! She brought the ruler down again, this time on the other cheek, making Krystal squeal and wriggle her rump helplessly. “This is a medical procedure being carried out for your own good!” SMACK! “Not an opportunity for you to indulge your degenerate perversions!” SMACK! “If you can’t restrain yourself like a proper young woman…” SMACK! “Then it’s going to be a very red bottom you’ll be sitting on!” SMACK! “Naughty girl!” SMACK! “You’ve had this coming for quite some time, young lady!”
     SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK! The spanking continued at a slow but deliberate pace… soon Krystal’s buns were roasting, glowing red in the air behind her, and she uselessly wriggled her butt back and forth to avoid the stinging swats... a futile effort since Carrie was in perfect position to swat either plump, vulnerable buttock at her leisure no matter how hard her demoralized stepmother wriggled. Krystal tried to grit her teeth and ride it out—but the humiliation of her situation, trussed up and spanked by her stepdaughters with a hot, soapy enema rushing up her butt like old faithful, was all conspiring to make her pussy sopping wet, and she was now humping herself frantically against the bench beneath her loins. Chloe rooted around in her purse to produce a small, thick vibrator.
     Moving around to the rear, she squatted between her stepmother’s legs and switched it on, pressing it against her rapidly moistening sex. Krystal gave a loud grunt in response and wriggled her rump accordingly. She was painfully aroused, her pussy positively dripping, and she was desperate to finish herself off.  She gave a squeal when Carrie landed another swat to her rapidly reddening rump, rattling her bonds theatrically. At least she appeared to have finished off the castor oil, but the enema was still flowing at a good clip, her already bloated tummy gurgling and swelling beneath her, and Krystal was tormented with visions of her beautiful body being blown up like a giant balloon. Worse still, her bratty stepdaughter, whom she’d so recently held under her thumb, was now doling out a brisk spanking. And all Krystal could think of, at this, the moment of her most sublime humiliation—was how desperate she was for Chloe to slip the vibrator between her legs and end her exquisite torment.
     And finally, she did—with her arms and legs bound helplessly in place, the hot, soapy enema still gushing up her butt, Carrie delivering a rapid and well-deserved spanking to her helpless and perfectly presented ass, Chloe slipped the vibrator into Krystal’s sopping pussy without any resistance. Her world went red—she bucked and squealed and writhed, the concert of conflicting sensations and feelings overwhelming her. She laughed and cried, tears leaking down her cheeks and drool running down her chin, her pussy being vibrated into orgasmic submission as her bowels were filled with hot, frothy liquid. She wanted to beg them to stop, she wanted to beg them not to stop, and had the gag not remained in place in her mouth she would had demanded to be release immediately even as she begged for an orgasm, would have command them to stop spanking her delicate tushy even as she implored them to make her ass as red as a ripe tomato, would have ordered them to remove the enema even as she pleaded with them to fill her up to the brim and purge her of her wickedness…
     She exploded into orgasm, straining convulsively at her bonds, bare flesh quivering, her howls of shame and pleasure barely muffled by her gag. Carrie and Chloe shared a smile as they watched their rival writhe and quake and gurgle in pure animalistic ecstasy, her shameful pleasure pushed to further and further heights by the semi-involuntary nature of the situation. To be vibrated to an apocalyptic climax by her hated stepdaughters, especially as she struggled, nude but for her silly bib and ridiculous bonnet, wrists and ankles bound, a pacifier in her mouth and a big, thick enema nozzle shoved up her butt, as the little brats alternately masturbated and spanked her with impunity… it was by far her most embarrassing moment—and the sexiest thing she’d ever experienced.
     With a groan, Krystal sagged at her bonds and lost consciousness.

     Chloe checked her watch. “The guests are going to start arriving in about 45 minutes,” she informed her sister. “Is that going to be enough time?”
     Smiling smugly, Carrie went over to the counter and picked up one of the clocks they’d bought off the internet. Concealed within was a tiny camera— which they’d conveniently placed to capture every second of Krystal’s wild ride. They’d hidden them throughout the daycare, each one carefully positioned to record every moment of Krystal’s downfall. With the birthday girl slumbering softly now was the perfect moment to start preparing the footage.
     “Don’t worry,” Carrie assured her sister, taking her laptop from her book bag. “Give me half an hour and I’ll edit together a highlight reel our dear stepmother will never forget…”

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Fall Fashions

Big thanks to Daniel for sending in this clip of a recent fashion show hosted by ABDL Factory, where a pair of cute models show off their clothes and paraphernalia.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Your Dose Of Cute For The Week Of Nov. 23 2014

(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.)

Sunday
Sasha Grey gets paddled.

Monday
Well Padded
Very sexy terry cloth diaper.

Tuesday
Gyno Lesbians
 Not what she was expecting.

Wednesday
Kim Kardashian: butt-pads or diapers? The debate rages on.

Thursday
Via Chicago Spanking Review
 A Cinderella spanking.

Friday
An excellent, real-time account of public diaper punishment by BabySammie on Daily Diapers.


Saturday
Law School Daughter by SpankingToons

Friday, November 21, 2014

The Humble Games-- Season Two Episode One (Part One)

It probably goes without saying, but there were some problems behind the scenes of the Humble Games-- simply put, one of our players had to bail and kind of left us in the lurch. I tried to keep it together, but I guess by this point it's pretty obvious that it's done. I might recast the abandoned role some time, but as of now it seems dead.

     But there’s good news too: Season two of the Humble Games begins today. This is a streamlined version of the competition where single players compete in customized challenges—and in this version, The Master comes to you. Huge thanks to the amazing Rachel for volunteering to be my guinea pig and allowing me to use her likeness in creating this story-- I hope you enjoy it, Rachel!

     Again, I'm sorry season one sputtered out like that and I know that some of you will be disappointed, but I hope this makes up for it.



Part One
The alarm screeched, and Rachel awoke with a groan. Sunlight stabbed through the openings in the curtains, slashing a burning line across her face. She emitted another groan and rolled over, desperate to get out of the cursed light, shuddering at the thought of another day pounding the pavement for a job, but she knew she couldn’t hide from it forever—her savings were rapidly dwindling, and the prospect of throwing in the towel and going home empty handed was beginning to look more likely with every passing day.
     So, with a groan, she hauled herself out of bed and padded toward the bathroom in her PJ’s. She climbed into the shower and let the warm water energize her… but she was still nauseous at the thought of another day pouring through the trades, fruitlessly seeking the job that was right for her.
     It wasn’t like there was nothing available, of course. Even in the rarified atmosphere of the entertainment industry there were always jobs of some type to be had… But Rachel was a girl with big aspirations. She knew she was destined for great things… and people who were destined for great things didn’t fetch coffee or write dialogue for puppies on kid shows. She knew if she could get a chance to do to do something important, if she just had the opportunity, she could make her dreams come true.
     She threw on her bathrobe and went out into the kitchen with a sigh. Rachel padded toward the fridge, throwing open the door and resuming the age old debate about what to eat for breakfast: some healthy yoghurt or some of that yummy pizza from last—
     “Congratulations Rachel.”
     With a shriek, Rachel slammed the door and spun around quickly, clasping her robe closed with one hand as she did. She didn’t know how she’d missed the man sitting at the table when she’d first entered the room, but there he was… and what’s more, he was accompanied by a very attractive young woman wearing a very proper maid’s outfit. She was about to scream, but somehow managed to hold it inside… now that she looked, he did seem oddly familiar.  Rachel was sure she’d seen him before somewhere.
     Anyway, she was sure he wasn’t a burglar… not in that suit. And the woman certainly wouldn’t be much of a partner in crime in that get-up. He gave her a game-show smile, and now she was positive she knew him from somewhere. “You’ve been selected to be the first to participate in a bold, new experiment.”
     She gaped at him for a long second before stammering one of about a dozen questions rolling around her head. “How did you get in here?”
     He simply ignored her, pressing on. “Rachel, do you remember a few weeks ago when you filled out a certain… application online?”
     She thought back, puzzled. “You mean a job application? Are you here to offer me a job?” she asked excitedly, suddenly not caring who he was or how he got in.
     He smiled sardonically—Rachel felt an involuntary chill. “In a manner of speaking… but no, I’m not talking about a job application, Rachel… I’m talking about the other application you filled out recently.”
     Now she was really confused. Not a job application? Then what could he possibly be talking about? She watched his maid pour him a cup of coffee, watched him sip it slowly… there was just something so familiar about him…
     And then it came back to her. “Oh,” she said, filled with an odd combination of exhilaration and abject panic. “You mean…?”
     “That’s right, Rachel…” The Game Master said with his usual dramatic flourish, “Prepare to be the first contestant on The Humble Games Season Two!”
     Rachel frowned. “I thought that show got canceled—”
     “Network politics!” he hissed bitterly. “It was a rating triumph… a juggernaut, young lady, cut down by small minded fools and P.C. hatchet men…”
     “I thought you got sued?”
     “That matter is on appeal and I’m not at liberty to discuss it,” he said briskly, “Anyway, we’ve found a new home now—this new series will be exclusively on the internet, where we can bring the goods directly to the audience, totally uncensored.”
     “Uncensored?” Rachel asked nervously. She thought back to the show when it had been on the air, how she’d denounced it in public while devouring it in private. It was totally bizarre, unlike anything on TV… and she was addicted. Her rational mind recoiled in horror at the sight of so-called “naughty” women being infantilized on national TV… but there was something deep inside her that thrilled at it, relished their complete public humiliation-- laying awake at night obsessing about it… sometimes, she even imagined herself in those situations and felt and icy-hot prickle of guilty, embarrassed arousal…
     “The rules are a little different this year—each episode will focus on an individual contestant, who must complete an assigned task or challenge, each one tailored to your specific personality. Successful completion of the challenge wins you a wish (to be granted at my discretion.) Fail or deviate from the rules,” he smiled happily, relishing the thought, “and believe me…. It’ll be my pleasure to personally dole out your punishment.”
     Rachel shivered visibly: she knew what kind of punishment she was in for if she failed—hadn’t she watched it happen to other women who’d appeared on the show… in fact, hadn’t she gloried in their abject public embarrassment? Part of her wanted to call it off right there… but when was she ever going to get another opportunity like this dumped into her lap? She set her jaw and resolved to at least hear what he had in mind.
     “What kind of a challenge?” she asked hesitantly. He smiled like a fox, and Rachel felt another shiver ripple through her body.
     “You mentioned in your application that you were seeking a job in the entertainment industry,” he began smoothly. “I’ve used my contacts to procure you a job at one of the major development firms…”
     “Ah, let me stop you right there,” Rachel interrupted, eager to seize back a little control here of the situation. “I should probably mention here that I’m strictly a behind the scenes kind of gal… sure, I don’t mind participating in this little production here, but I have absolutely no intention of starring in The Adventures of Diapergirl if that’s what you had in mind, buster.”
     That’s right, she told herself, you’re in control here. Act like you don’t need this creep or his job… Rachel smiled internally. Set your boundaries, she told herself, squaring her shoulders, and let him know you’re in charge. After all—he needs me more than I need him she told herself, not quite believing it.
     But he surprised her: “Nothing like that,” he promised, “This is a job in development. It’s not much, but it could be a springboard to bigger things for you—if you successfully complete your task, that is.”
    “…I’m listening,” she said, worried, but determined to see what he had in mind.
     “As I was saying: you would be required to make it through an entire day at your new job, show them what you can do, prove that you’re up to playing in the big leagues.”
     “Hah!” Rachel laughed confidently. “Is that all? I was born ready!”
     “Oh, did I neglect to mention that you’d be wearing… this?” With a dramatic move of his hands, he produced a fluffy, white square made from crinkly plastic from thin air. Rachel instantly knew it was a diaper. “For the duration of the day, you will be forbidden to use the potty. When you’re ready for a change you may call me at this number,” he said, laying a card out on the table. “However, I must warn you that you’ll only have three changes, so be sure to use them wisely.”
     Rachel hesitated… “Hmm… I don’t know…”
     “It’s up to you, of course… however, you must make your decision quickly since they are expecting you at 9:00 sharp…”
     Rachel looked at the clock with a gasp—if she wanted in, she had to speak now. She agonized over it for one last moment before blurting “OK I’ll do it!”
     She regretted it almost instantly. “Outstanding! I knew you had it in you! Oh Rachel,” he grinned, making her gulp, “I just know you’re going to be lots of fun!
     “This should save some time,” he said, and with a flick of his wrists the diapers were gone. Rachel squinted… it looked as he’d used some kind of sleight of hand to replace the diaper with what looked like a pair of women’s panties… with little ducks on them. That’s funny, she thought, I’ve got a pair like that. In fact, I’m wearing them right…
     Her jaw suddenly dropped, and Rachel gave an experimental wiggle of her butt. A noisy, plastic crinkle and increased bulk between her legs confirmed what she suspected… Holy crap, I’m in diapers!
     “Neat trick, huh?” the Master said, pleased with himself. He tossed the panties across the room, and Rachel absently grabbed them and stuffed them in the pocket of her robe. He snapped his fingers; the maid produced another cup and started pouring. “Care to join me for an espresso to celebrate?”
     Rachel hesitated… she knew that coffee had a tendency to irritate her stomach, and caffeine stimulated her bladder. She knew she should resist, thinking of the stressful day she had ahead of her. But with the diaper wrapped tightly around her waist, it’s thick, cottony bulk between her thighs spreading her legs obscenely… it all just made her feel so infantile. Desperate to assert her adulthood and try and regain some control of the situation, she pushed her doubts out of her mind and sat across from him.
     “Don’t mind if I do,” she said, nonchalantly, waiting for the maid to fill her cup. She brought the cup to her lips and drank deeply. The coffee was rich, it’s flavor strong in her mouth. It was hot and good and very strong… she felt it settle in her stomach, a warm, slightly acidic ball in the pit of her belly. Rachel was beginning to regret drinking it already… but it was too late.
     With a smile, the Master rose and went toward the door, the maid trailing behind him. “Good luck, Rachel,” he said, letting himself out.
     Rachel sat at the table for a long moment, just squirming her bottom on the hard plastic chair, feeling the diaper squish beneath her curvy rump, listening to the soft crinkle that emerge with her every move. She began to worry that she’d made a huge mistake…
     … But she realized she’d have to worry about it later: she didn’t have much time before she had to leave, and she still had to find something that wouldn’t reveal her diaper to her new co-workers. She got up from the table and scurried as fast as her bulky diaper would allow into her room and began rooting through her closet.



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
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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.