101 Diaper Punishments: 101 Wet, Messy and Humiliating Ways to Regress and Dominate your Little (Diaper Domination Guides Book 1)

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I was less than amused. "But. . . " I started, only to be muffled as Mom pulled a long T-shirt over my head. I looked down the front and saw it was purple with the word "Princess" scrawled across the front in glitter. Forgetting my point about the amusement park, I asked the obvious. "What's this?" I hadn't thought about it, but this now posed a problem for me. Here I had been planning on getting myself out of diapers within a couple weeks so that I could help Tina, but now Tina was out of diapers before me. I hadn't realized just how much of my potty training I had actually lost. The real problem was that as long as Tina had been in the nursery, I was woken up each night when she got up and was able to use the potty. Now, the first night with her gone, I slept through the whole night. Pam was watching as Mom took me in the nursery, and I could have sworn she looked a little jealous at the attention I was receiving. I climbed in my crib, reached for my bear that Britney gave me, and asked for my pacifier. Mom had already taken it off the pacifier clip and had it ready for me, but she stopped me before I could put it in my mouth.

You’ll be wearing high-quality adult diapers which have a large capacity. This means you shouldn’t be worried about leaking all the time but does also mean a wet or even messy diaper will not be changed immediately. Get used to spending time in used diapers by trying to continue your life as normal. We normally suggest 3-4 diaper changes a day so expect one in the morning after you wake up / have a shower, one around lunchtime and another before bed. But this means wearing each diaper for 6-12 hours. I only need diapers at night," I defended myself. Both girls gave me an amused look, and I realized that was really not the best defense. "Umm - for now. . . " I finished weakly. Britney was apparently watching for this, as only a couple minutes went by before she leaned over and whispered something in Pam's ear. Pam looked at my diaper area, giggled slightly, and whispered something to Mom. The movie was close to the end, so she didn't do anything right away. When the movie was over, she said, "I think somebody needs his diaper changed and to be put in his crib for the night."Fine," she said. "If you are so bad off that you couldn't tell you had to go before, and you can't wait a few more minutes, then we'll just have to have Pam take you down to the nursery and you can use the potty chair down there." I know you SAID he was going to be wearing a diaper, but I didn't really believe you were SERIOUS!" Britney said. "Why is he wearing them?"

After this, Mom came up with a new plan. She once again would take care of it, but she put a potty training chair in our nursery. This also ended Pam getting me up, since Mom wanted us to get up on our own if we had to go, not be dependant on someone getting us up during the night to go. However, I realized that this was working, so whenever Tina had to go, I went as well. At this point, Tina came in, struggling with a couple bags. "Just put them down right here," Mom told her. The bags were set on the floor, and I saw they were from a nearby Walmart. Mom reached in the bag and pulled out a large changing pad, and spread it on the floor. Of course I’m not referring to consenting adults. They can do whatever they want to each other even if I may not understand the appeal. I’m talking about the abuse heaped on a non-consenting child.Pam yawned and said, "Okay, that's fine. I'll just give Nikki a call and see if she wants to come over for a bit tonight. Or maybe Amy. Oh, wait, I know! Brittney has been bothering me to have a sleepover - maybe it could be a slumber party!" As a child, I wore diapers day and night almost into school years. I had gained control over my bowels, but not my bladder. My parents’ reactions of frustration usually meant punishment whenever I was incontinent. I thought I was really a bad kid, making my Mom change me and wash all those cloth diapers. My Dad regularly spanked me while informing me that, “only babies wear diapers. It is bad to wet yourself.” And they asked, “What do the neighbors think seeing all those diapers hanging on the clothesline and no baby in the house?” When I was four and with my Mom buying a set of Curity baby plastic pants, a saleslady questioned me, “Aren’t you a bit old to be wearing diapers?” I did a lot of crying then. I was very sad and very confused.

Eww! Of course!" she giggled. She pulled the diaper from under the sheet and rolled it inside its cover.Why do you have that out now?" I asked. I was afraid I already knew the answer, even though up until a second ago it never crossed my mind that I would have to deal with being diapered again until much later in the evening. He sleeps in a crib, too?" Britney blurted out. Immediately she blushed, but no one seemed to think much of it. The Internet continues to expose me to things I could never even come up with, and yet there seems to always be a group of people into every/any bizarre behavior that people can think of. When I opened my mouth to answer her, she slipped the nipple of the pink baby bottle into my mouth. "What a good baby girl!" she praised. "Opened right up for her ba-ba. Maybe she LIKES this!" Her saying that wouldn't have been half as bad, had it not been true. As embarrassed as I was to be fed a bottle by her, it was not exactly horrible. There are a lot worse ways to spend an evening. Her saying that, though, pointed it out and brought the reality of the situation home. What?" Pam exclaimed. "Oh for heaven's sake! Mom didn't mention THAT part!" She went over to Tina and began to undo the tapes on the diaper. "You too?" she asked, looking toward me.

Finally, I decided to tell "Mom" about my "problem". Of course I did not bring up how I had acquired this problem. I just acted like it was quite common for a person my age to wet the bed. She was concerned about her sheets and the mattress until I told her that I wore diapers every night. She thought about that for a moment with a strange look on her face, then finally asked me if I trusted her as a "parent"?I TOLD you it wouldn't work," I heard Pam say as they started down the stairs. As much as I would like to report that Chelsea got put in diapers, she was able to force herself to use the training potty and escape that embarrassment. She wasn't able to escape the teasing she occasionally got from the other girls for it – even up until now. Most likely not," I answered, silently trying to mentally calculate how many diapers were probably in this room. Soon, I could hear whispering and giggling from the Living Room. It sounded like a plan was being made. Then I heard 's voice. "Umm, Aunt Raye? I have to go to the bathroom!"