Definitely not 😂 If it looks a bit strange, it's because I speak Spanish so I have to use the translator sometimes, but it's 100% my fantasies with the collaboration of friends who wrote me a bit about the story they wanted for themselves.
The nursery 12/12
Daddy lifted your legs while checking you for accidents, then he took your teddy bear and, in his own voice, said, "Daddy is so proud of his baby, who's Daddy's good boy?”
You don't even need to speak, just babble with your pacifier, you exclaimed "me” such a good little baby
The nursery 11/12
It wasn't dirty or wrong; it was just what babies do. It was proof that you were no longer in control while you fell asleep.
Soon, you heard the soft click of the nursery door. Daddy came to the crib and leaned over the railing. "Time for your diaper check little one”...
The nursery 10/12
A warmth spread through the front of your diaper, a heavy, wet warmth that made you feel even more babyish.
The padding grew heavy and warm, a clear sign of your complete dependency. You hugged your bear tighter, its soft fur a grounding comfort as the warmth spread.
The nursery 9/12
You spent the next while snuggled with your bear and the other stuffies, their soft bodies a silent, comforting presence all around you.
Then, you felt a familiar pressure. You didn't have to think about it or hold it in. You just let go...
The nursery 8/12
He picked up a big, fluffy bear and held it close to your face. "This one's going to be your best friend," he whispered. "He's going to keep you safe while you sleep." He placed the bear in your arms, and you hugged it tight, its softness a comfort against your cheek.
The nursery 7/12
You were no longer a man in a strange room; you were a baby in your nursery. This was your place.
He lifted you effortlessly and placed you in your crib, right in the middle of a mountain of plush toys...
The nursery 6/12
The *snap, snap, snap* of the fasteners at your diaper was the final lock. That was the moment everything clicked. The soft cotton against your skin, the snug fit of the onesie over your thick padding—it wasn't just clothing.It was a uniform. It was a declaration.
The nursery 5/12
The crib, the walls, the soft light—they were just things. You were in a diaper, but you weren't quite a baby yet. Then Daddy reached for a soft onesie. It was pale yellow with snaps at the crotch. He guided your arms into the sleeves and pulled the soft fabric over your chest.
4/12
He fastened the tapes snugly around your waist, and as he did, you felt your mind shift. The worries, the responsibilities, the thoughts of being an adult—they all melted away. You were a baby and you were safe.
But the nursery itself still felt strange.
The nursery 3/12
He sat you down on a changing table, and with gentle, firm hands, he peeled away your adult clothes. Shirt. Pants. Underwear. Gone.He picked up a thick, soft diaper and lifted your legs.The crinkle of the plastic against your skin was the sound of your old life ending.
The nursery 2/12
Then Daddy walked in. He didn't ask. He didn't explain. He just looked at you, and you knew. This was the moment.
He took you by the hand and led you to a room you didn't recognize. It was warm, soft, and filled with the scent of baby powder...
The nursery 1/12
You wished to be a baby, and now, that wish is your entire world. It didn't happen slowly. It happened the moment Daddy decided you were ready. You remember the last moment you were still a man, standing in your apartment, overwhelmed, wishing you could just stop being an adult.
The big boy 's accident 16/16
Ashamed in your full diaper and with no defense left for your argument of being a big boy, you just respond "yes, Daddy" while unable to stop your diaper from continuing to fill on the way to the changing table, feeling Daddy's pats on your padded bottom.
The big boy 's accident 15/16
He then lifts you, squeezing your diaper and carrying you to the changing table. "Now, my baby needs a change. Let's clean you up so you can go back to playing, my little one, and no more of those pretend big boy games, okay?".
The big boy 's accident 14/16
"What are diapers for?".
You can't answer. You just sob silently, defeated once again.
"For this, my little champ," he answers for you. "So my baby is always comfortable, even when he makes his poopies as he should"
The big boy 's accident 13/16
His fingers glide gently over the warm, soft bulge, palpating it slowly. He feels the outline of your poopy through the diaper. It's the usual inspection.
"Well, well..." Daddy murmurs. "How full it is. It seems someone isn't such a big boy after all. Right, champ?"
The big boy 's accident 12/16
"Well come here, my little baby," Daddy says, extending a hand. Instead of letting you stand, he keeps you kneeling in front of him. His hands go directly to your bottom. He pat your bum reminding you of your accident.
The big boy 's accident 11/16
His eyes land on your bottom and the now very obvious bulge.
"I think my big boy has had a little accident" he whispers. "Did you make poopies in your diaper like a good baby?"
You remain squatting, unable to move, you nod your head without looking at him.
The big boy 's accident 10/16
He appears in the dining room doorway and sees you there, squatting in your favorite position. A huge, affectionate smile forms on his face.
"Well now, what a clever hiding spot my baby has found!" he says, approaching and kneeling.
The big boy 's accident 9/16
You feel how the diaper expands, becoming heavy and noticeably thicker. You stay like that for a moment, just waiting for what comes next.
"Where's my big boy?" you hear Daddy's voice. His footsteps approach. "Still looking for your toys?"
The big boy 's accident 8/16
You slip into the dining room, which is empty and silent. Once there, the sensation in your tummy is imminent. You squat down, close your eyes, and let your body surrender. A low, prolonged sound, wet and warm, fills the silence revealing what you were trying to hide
The big boy 's accident 7/16
You stand up and announce with all the seriousness you can muster: "Daddy, I'm going to get my big boy toys in the other room." The perfect excuse to slip away.
"Of course, lil champ. Go play," Daddy tells you with a smile, knowing there are no big boy toys for his baby
The big boy 's accident 6/16
It's a warm, growing pressure that tells you something is going to happen very soon.
You tighten the muscles in your legs, feeling the padded diaper against your skin. No. Not now, you think.Even though you know how this ends, you've tried other times before.
The big boy 's accident 5/16
But after a few minutes, the familiar and deep sensation begins to bubble in your tummy, and you start to understand why that bottle was special. Daddy's special milk is doing its job, helping you fill your diaper like a good boy.
The big boy 's accident 4/16
"All done," Daddy says, removing the empty bottle and giving you pats on the back. "Now go play, baby. Good job drinking all your special bottle."
He puts you on the floor, and you crawl away toward your blocks, a little embarrassed about how much of a baby you felt.
The big boy 's accident 3/16
The sweet, warm milk floods you, and your body relaxes in his arms, surrendering to the pats on your padded diaper butt and to the delicious special milk, though you didn't yet know what made it different from other bottles.
The big boy 's accident 2/16
Daddy lets out a low, affectionate chuckle. "Of course you don't, my little champ. But you need your special milk so your tummy will be happy." Before you can protest more, he brings the bottle to your mouth and, out of pure habit, your lips open and you begin to suckle
The big boy 's accident 1/16
Daddy settles you on his lap, wrapping his arm around you. In his hand, he brings the bottle, full of very special milk for your tummy.
"I don't want that anymore, Daddy" you say, turning your head away. "I don't use bottles, big kids drink from cups."
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