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Squish!

*SQUISH*

Ami paused from drinking her ba-ba from the sudden noise, glancing down at her big, thick diapers. Reaching down, she lightly poked her diaper, feeling it smoosh underneath her finger.

*SQUISH*

The big baby girl giggled as she poked her soaked diapers agains and again, eventually resorting to using her whole hand to produce that strange sound.

*SQUISH**SQUISH**SQUISH* 

“What’s that I hear?” Came her Daddy’s voice from outside the door. “Does baby Ami need her diapee changed?”

Ami clapped with glee. Because the only thing better than a wet diaper to play with was a dry diaper just waiting to be used.

Warning to all Residents!

ATTENTION!

All residents are advised to be on the lookout for a sudden outbreak of “Blanc Diapernia Siugio” spotted in the area. Nicknamed “The Diaper Slug” due to its resemblance with the infantile undergarment, this creature lies in wait while luring its prey with a tantalizing pheromone that has been noted to smell like baby powder. The pheromone acts as potent muscle relaxant, relaxing its prey until the moment it can strike. Once it has wrapped itself around a victims nether regions, it seals itself shut with an organic epoxy. Any attempts to remove it after this point have proven futile.

Once attached, the Diaper Slug coats its prey’s regions in a powder like substance with the same muscle relaxant effects, not only weakening the hosts legs so they can’t escape, but also temporary incontinence. The Diaper Slug then waits for the host to unconsciously relieve themselves and absorbs the waste into itself, occasionally stinging the host with a microscopic needle that stimulates the pleasure center of the brain, causing a brief moment of intense euphoria. Once the slug has had its fill, it will release itself and slither away. Said host will then suffer from lasting incontinence due to its potent powder, the length of which varies depending on amount of time attached.

If spotted, DO NOT APPROACH! Vacate the area as quietly as possible and contact the authorities for removal. Thank you.

  • A Memo from City Council

‘That’s it, come to Mommy!”

Karen couldn’t believe she was doing this again. Here she was, a highly revered lawyer at the city’s top law firm, dressed in diapers and crawling towards her wife’s breast to suck on. If any of her colleagues saw her like this, her reputation would be ruined beyond repair. Yet, whenever the stresses of work finally became too much, out came the diapers, which her ever loving wife Madeline would be more than happy to change her into. 

Madeline had always loved being a caregiver, so when she had learned about her secret desires, she had been more than happy to help. Time and time again Karen would find herself in this situation, greatly considering just calling the whole thing off and finding a different, more normal way to relax.

And yet, as her lips closed around Madeline’s teat, and the taste of her wife’s milk flowed down Karen’s throat, all thoughts about turning back vanished from her mind. Closing her eyes as she suckled, Karen didn’t even care as she released her bladder into her waiting diapers, the warmth filling her diapers as her belly filled with Madel – ‘Mommy’s’ milk 

For the moment, she wasn’t Karen the Lawyer anymore, but Karen the Big Baby Girl. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Meet Danelle, formally Dan.

Dan though he was so clever, cheating on his girlfriend with whatever two-bid woman he could hook up. He thought he was smart, he thought he’d covered his tracks, he’d thought she would never find out.

He was wrong. And it wasn’t long before he’d realized just how wrong. Lesson to be learned: never cheat on a genius chemistry major.

All it had taken was one sip, a cup of it mixed in with his morning coffee, and he was out like a light. By the time he’d finally awoke, his mind was so muddled by hypnotic suggestions that he couldn’t tell up from down. Now, Danelle spends her days crawling around on the floor, chewing on her toys and filling her diapers without a care in the world. Let Danelle be a lesson to other dishonest men:

Hell have no fury like a woman scorned.

“Oh, not again!”

Nia was really getting sick of this. Ever since she had bought that stupid idol, her life had been thrown into chaos. “Eternal Youth” it had promised, but no one had told her that that meant waking up each morning with her panties transformed into infantile diapers. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the stupid things proved impossible to remove until she had thoroughly used them. She could only go diapered to work so long before someone started to notice.

One night, Nia had attempted to thwart the stupid idol by going commando to bed. All that had accomplished was her waking up in even thicker diapers than before along with the pacifier that random appeared in her mouth.

She really hoped she could find a cure for this soon. She was starting to run out of underwear…

Old Lady Wolfsbane

She hadn’t stood a chance.

Oh, sure, Hannah had heard all the rumours about Old Lady Wolfsbane: that she was a witch, that she ate small children for dinner, that she turned into a werewolf when the moon was full and preyed on stray cats, the list went on. Hannah had just laughed them off, assuming that being unfortunate to have a last name Wolfsbane had contributed to the slog of rumours. Being the cliche “old lady in the old house on the corner” certainly hadn’t helped, but Hannah had gone one step further and offered to “Ding-Dong-Ditch” the poor old woman. After all, she wasn’t scared of anything.

Just as she had been about to ring the doorbell though, the door had swung open to reveal Old Lady Wolfsbane standing in the doorway. Hannah was rendered frozen under the lady’s gaze, just barely hearing the sound of her “friends” as they ran off in fear.

And yet, while Hannah struggled to utter an apology or explanation, the old woman had merely smiled at her and said, “Oh, it’s so rare that I get guests. Come inside before you catch a cold.” Seeing an easy way out, Hannah had quickly followed the woman inside, where she had been immediately captivated by the heavy scent of freshly baked cookies in the air.

Before long, Hannah was hungrily scarfing down cookies one after the other, moaning with pleasure as the chocolate cookies seemed to melt in her mouth. So distracted was she that she didn’t notice Ms. Wolfsbane tie a bib around her neck, drool dripping down her mouth and soaking the front of her shirt.

“Oh, you’ve made quite a mess! Here, let me clean you up and then you can have more cookies.” While Hannah had struggled at first, the promise of more cookies had ultimately led to being led by the hand down the hall.

She didn’t resist as she was stripped of her clothes, standing completely naked before the strange old woman. She hadn’t resisted when a bright pink and blue dress had been pulled over her head. She even hadn’t resisted when Ms. Wolfsbane had laid her down and began to diaper her, the smell of baby powder filling the room. All Hannah cared about was getting more cookies.  

As she was led into the kitchen towards a high chair that hadn’t been there before, Hannah felt a strange gurgling sensation in the pit of her stomach. Without hesitating, her knees bent slightly as she stuck her padded rear out, her eyes closed shut and her face turning bright red as she began to instinctively push.

Ms. Wolfsbane could only smile as she watched the helpless girl’s diaper balloon out, the smell of her mess – the first of many- filling the air. It’s been centuries since I had another human to take care of. she thought. Maybe this’ll teach those darn kids to not prank poor old ladies.

“Got… to… get this… stupid thing…off!”

Brittany grunted as she struggled to get herself out of the crazy predicament she had found herself in. One minute she had been walking home from work, and the next she had woken up in some kind of cage, a pacifier jammed into her mouth and tied behind her head so she couldn’t cry out for help and dressed in a way too small shirt that did nothing to hide the enormous diaper now taped around her waste. All her attempts to remove it and escape had been futile, as whoever had kidnapped her had also taken the precaution of locking her hands in a pair of thick mittens, dropping her motor skills to that of the infant she was dressed as.

If that wasn’t bad enough, she had planned to use the bathroom once she got home, so now her bladder was screaming for release. With all the strength she could muster, she yanked on the offending garment in one last ditch attempt to remove it.
Despite her best efforts though, the diaper remained firmly in place, and it was at that moment that her bladder finally gave out, tears running down her face as she felt the diaper – her diaper – grow warm against her loins.

As if things weren’t bad enough, her stomach chose that time to rumble, alerting her to a more… pressing matter. All she could do was cry harder, like the pathetic baby she was.

“That’s it…Drink it all up for mommy…”

Emily happily drank her baba, hearing her diaper crinkle as she kicked her little feet. As she drank more and more of Mommy’s “special milk”, she felt a strange feeling in the back of her mind, like she was forgetting something. Something about college, and studying, and going to parties and having lots and lots of se-

And then it was gone, making Emily giggle at the warm sensation in her head. Deep down she knew those were all big girl thoughts, not thoughts for a little baby like her. All she cared about was spending her day with Mommy, playing, drinking her bottle and waddling around in the thick diapers she loved so much.

“That’s a good baby girl,” “Mommy” said, placing her hand on her little one’s diaper, smiling as she felt it warm underneath her hand. “Soon, all those useless thoughts and concerns will thrown be away with your diaper, and then you’ll be nothing but Mommy’s special little girl. Forever… and ever… and ever…”