Author's note: This questions was originally posed to me anonymously on Tumblr, and I ran with the scenario posed.
anonymous asked:
I love stories about stern step-mothers disciplining their baby boys. Could you write more stories like that?
Response:
So, am I to believe that you’re so desperate for attention that you’ve turned to begging strangers on the internet to tell you little fantasies to get you...
2020-10-26 13:01:01 +0000 UTC View Post
A new status quo had emerged over the next few weeks, as Gabby and I mostly avoided each other in the apartment. Most weeks, the peak of our interaction would be when I asked her to unlock the bathroom so that I could take a shower.
I did the best I could with trying to minimize how much I drank while at home so that I could limit how much I needed to use a toilet at all, when there wasn’t one around, but it proved to be difficult. My employers’ bathrooms were working just fin...
2020-10-26 13:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostIn the early stages of setting up my Patreon, I wanted to balance the ability to post a lot of exciting content for my patrons while still managing to create free content for non-patrons like Tumblr and Daily Diapers. While my priority was obviously going to be my patrons - it was the support of my audience on those platforms that gave me the ability to even have a Patreon, and I didn't want to ignore that.
So finally, after a few months of working on new stories for my patrons, I feel ...
2020-10-23 17:49:04 +0000 UTC View PostI’m embarrassed to say that the first thing I noticed about her was her incredibly short dress. Perhaps this, in and of itself, would not have caught my eye the way it did if it wasn’t for the brief glimpses I caught of what was under it. I could have been mistaken, but it appeared to be some sort of...large thick undergarment? It reminded me of something akin to an infant’s diaper, but...that hardly seemed possible. This was a young woman, easily somewhere in he...
2020-10-23 13:01:01 +0000 UTC View PostFrom house to house they came, on behalf of the queen herself. She was in search of a princess, and as she had no child of her own, she turned to her kingdom.
Her advisers were quite smitten with Layli, the orphaned young servant girl of almost 20 years, almost immediately. Her fair blonde hair and bright green eyes were just what the queen had been looking for. With barely a moment to say goodbye to her employer, she had been whisked away to the castle, where they tol...
2020-10-22 14:00:01 +0000 UTC View PostThe door burst open without warning, and there was a tall muscular woman barging into the house.
"Where is he?" she demanded.
"Please, Francine, you don't have to do this," cried another female who slowly entered behind Francine.
"Hush, Jackie," the tall woman said. "You're my sister and I'm not going to let this twerp hurt you anymore. Now where the hell is he?"
As if on queue, a man stepped out from the kitchen, a look of confusion on his face.
"What...the hell...
2020-10-21 13:15:04 +0000 UTC View PostAfter the first time it happened, she was sympathetic. After the second time, she told him that maybe he should see a doctor or something. But after he wet her bed for the third time in two weeks? That was where she had to draw the line.
Now she was spending her Friday morning in the laundromat instead of running the errands she had originally planned. So she channeled that frustration into a single text message:
“Look, I’ve had enough. You’re n...
2020-10-20 13:01:01 +0000 UTC View Post
For all of the tenacity and guile she had shown in Ms. Bishop’s office earlier, Maggie wasn’t sure how she’d follow it up. She was tempted to say she was overwhelmed. Every time she thought there’d be a point where Ms. Bishop would put her foot down and say that she didn’t want to go any further, she’d roll over on her back and kick her feet in the air like a toddler.
Maggie thought, for sure, that the diapers were going to have been the end of the little game. She had order...
2020-10-20 01:25:59 +0000 UTC View PostHey all! I hope you had a great weekend!
Not a lot of news this week, but I did want to let you know that I'm away from home for a week or two. While I'm making an effort to stay connected, if you happen to send me a direct message or leave a comment, don't be surprised if I don't get back to you immediately.
This shouldn't have any real negative effects on my Patreon, or the content being offered. I have a number of new stories and archive stories scheduled for the next week or t...
2020-10-20 01:07:21 +0000 UTC View Post
I was on the edge of my bed, on my back, with my legs hanging off. I had given her a fresh diaper, some wipes and a bottle of baby powder. I managed to keep the pacifiers, more babyish-print diapers, and my enema bag concealed in a bag in the closet.
My sweatpants were off, and she was looking down my slightly elevated legs now at the thick soaked diaper between my legs. My face felt like it was on fire, though judging by the color of her cheeks, she was feeling just as bashful. It was ...
2020-10-19 13:00:04 +0000 UTC View Post“You’re making that face again,” she says with a giggle. “It gets all red and scrunchy. I’m still trying to get the hang of recognizing your little faces, so let me see if I can guess this one.”
He blushed and nodded, unable to say much with the pacifier strapped into his mouth.
“Is it that...you’re upset that your mean mommy has you in a playpen in the backyard while you just wear your big baby diaper and a pacifier?”
He was a little upset abou...
2020-10-16 13:00:04 +0000 UTC View PostShe sipped her tea and leaned back on the sofa so that she could take a peek out her window. The two girls were there, just as they were instructed. She laughed to herself, as she was having the best Halloween she could remember.
“Ms. Halloway?” The front door had opened and a head peeked in. It was Georgina, one of the girls on the porch.
“Yes?”
“It...it’s a little cold out. And I have to pee. And we’re running out of candy.” 2020-10-15 13:00:07 +0000 UTC View Post
“What are you supposed to be? A baby?”
“Cupid,” I said. I thought it was pretty obvious with my feathery wings, bow and arrows - which I had affixed little red felt hearts to the tips. Admittedly, I WAS wearing a diaper, but it felt like the costume would’ve felt incomplete without it. I had tried making a diaper out of a large towel, but when I couldn’t get that to work, I just went to the pharmacy and picked up some actual adult diapers. For as expo...
2020-10-14 13:00:04 +0000 UTC View Post“You know what’s funny?” she asks. She doesn’t give you much of a chance to answer before adding: “You.”
Yes, of course it’s you. It’s always you. You say nothing though. You know better. You’re curious what reason she’ll give you tonight.
“Do you remember when we first started dating and you thought that...” she has to stop talking for a moment because she’s laughing so much, before finally composing herself to the point where she can p...
2020-10-13 13:00:05 +0000 UTC View PostHi friends.
Just a few little bits of info:
Dear Mother,
No doubt you've found the little gift that accompanies this letter in your purse. It seemed fitting, I thought. For weeks on end you've been calling me a “big baby” or a “cry baby.” You poke fun at my weight and my depression. You play cruel jokes on me. Did you get a good laugh out of serving my orange juice in a baby bottle the other day?
So I thought I might as well run with it. Do you recognize the gift? It’s a d...
2020-10-12 13:01:01 +0000 UTC View Post
A new, unspoken, game had arisen in the apartment. I would go about my day as usual - but while doing my best to pretend that I was hiding my nonexistent bathroom problem. She was going about her day as usual - but while seeming to keep an extra eye on me at all times. She was looking for signs. I don’t think she wanted to catch me lying to her. On the contrary, she was being nicer and more supportive about everything than she had ever been before. I think she was trying to figure out how s...
2020-10-12 13:00:04 +0000 UTC View PostI’d like to say that everything had started innocently, but that's not entirely true. There was nothing innocent about Mina. She was aggressive with her love, even on our first date where it took all of half an hour of small talk and some whiskey for her to start kissing my neck; not that I ever complained. She has a way of making you feel wanted, and she wants you all the time.
We never discussed things like “submissive” or “dominant” as far as roles go, even if it was pretty...
2020-10-09 13:00:04 +0000 UTC View PostHe was rich. He was powerful. He had just won a very important political victory.
But right now, he was on his hands and knees, mostly naked. His expensive suit was a crumpled mass on top of his expensive shoes. He had turned off his cell phone, as to not be distracted by the nearly incessant stream of calls and texts.
“I see you had a very big win this week,” she said, walking around him slowly.
He tried to respond, but the pacifier in his...
2020-10-08 13:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostHe could hear her footsteps behind him, and while this normally made him nervous, he put his bravest face on anyways. He turned to her, holding up his tablet computer so she could see the screen.
“Yes?” she asked coldly.
“Uhm, so, I was just reading online...and...like...you know...I’m part of this online community of other people who are...you know...like me and...”
“Spit it out,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“...and, well, there was this really interes...
2020-10-07 13:00:04 +0000 UTC View Post“Truth or dare,” asked Zoe.
“Dare,” Martin responded. It was just the three of them sitting around the campfire now in the dead of night.
“It should be a good one,” Aimee said.
“Yeah,” chimed in Lisa. “He needs payback for making me run around in circles without my pants on.”
“A good one, eh?” Zoe mused. “What if…you had to…pee your pants.”
“What?” Martin practically shouted. “Hell no!”
“A dare is a dare!” Aimee s...
2020-10-06 13:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostThere was a white gift box adorned with a pink bow sitting on the bed.
“F-for me?” she asked.
He nodded. “Open it. I think you’ll like it.”
She tried to contain her excitement as she gingerly attempted to pry open the box. All at once, however, she was overtaken by excitement and she flung the top off to see what was inside.
She gasped.
“Do you like it?”
“I-it’s beautiful!” She lifted the dress from the box. ...
2020-10-05 19:51:10 +0000 UTC View Post
**Disclaimer**
I trust that you, my adult reader, knows the difference between a fictional story and the consequences of reality. While most erotica distorts the lines between fantasy and reality, some stories are especially best left as fantasy. This being one of them.
I’ll be honest with you right off the bat: I have never needed diapers as an adult. I’ve never been incontinent.
Here’s somethin...
2020-10-05 16:13:08 +0000 UTC View PostHey friends! Happy Friday!
I've got a short list of story ideas - some suggested by you, and some picked from my ever-growing list of potential stories. Voting will be open for one week, and next Friday we'll see what prompt you'd like to see developed into a full story later this month!
As always, thanks for being here and thanks for participating!
Have a great weekend. Be naughty.
2020-10-02 18:44:29 +0000 UTC View Post
She had learned the truth early in our relationship. It had been a particularly humiliating third date for the both of us after my little accident at the restaurant. Still, it was a miracle that we got through it and that love still blossomed. Five years and a wedding later, she did her best to look the other way in regards to my little “problem,” as hard as that was.
Perhaps the last straw was an ill-fated trip to the mall for Christmas gift shopping....
2020-10-02 13:01:02 +0000 UTC View PostSooner or later, you ask: “What if someone recognizes me?” Well, you’re told, you shouldn’t worry about it. Because if someone recognizes you from the work you do, then that says a lot about who they are and what they’re into. They’re not going to call attention to you, because they don’t want you to call attention to them.
And so, for two years, nobody has ever approached me. Ever. Never while at the movies, never while at a baseball ga...
2020-10-01 13:01:06 +0000 UTC View Post"...and so I told them that they could just charge my platinum card like it was no big deal," she said to her lady friends, and they all cackled in unison. From the kitchen, I swallowed nervously. I had been fearing this moment all day, but I was even more afraid of what would happen if I hadn't followed her instructions. I sighed and stepped out into the living room where they sat in a semicircle, sipping their tea.
"Hello, Margaret?" I said bashfully, hoping to get h...
2020-09-30 13:00:19 +0000 UTC View PostHis name was Wallace Stone, and I had seemed to have made an enemy of him in just my first week of college. Shortly after Sociology had ended one afternoon, and just after the professor had declared my grade to be the best in the class on our first quiz, he cornered me in the courtyard.
“You think you’re so smart?” he said.
“I...I never said that. I just, y’know, studied.”
“Figures,” he scoffed. “See, I didn’t study at all. I didn’t have to. And you onl...
2020-09-29 13:00:04 +0000 UTC View Post“...and I was thinking that if we reference some of the reports that we did last quarter, we might be able to...”
It wasn’t Anna’s fault that Mark was having trouble concentrating; their job just wasn’t particularly interesting. While Anna seemed to have no trouble reviewing endless stacks of paperwork, Mark’s mind tended to wander. He nodded his head approvingly, even though he had no idea what she was talking about.
Oh Anna, impossibly beautiful Anna. &n...
2020-09-28 19:56:46 +0000 UTC View Post