It took a lot of days and nights, but it finally happened.
It took a lot of talks.
How diapers are just right for you. The fact you started to wet yourself during the night, doesn’t mean you should wear them only at night. No more underwear for you, just big, puffy, printed diapers.
It took a lot of spankings.
Keeping your hands off, and out, of your diapers. At first, you acted like a brat, like you have a say in it. But every time a hand snuck down there, you were lifted on the knees, and spanked until you cried.
It took a lot of pouty faces.
Getting used to your pacifier wasn’t easy at all. It started only for bedtime, but now your opinion doesn’t count much, so you are kept pacified most of the time. There something about it tho’, it keeps you in your place.
It took one month from the last time you came.
The men played poker in the living room, while you were sent to bed at 8 p.m.
You sucked your pacifier in the dark, and wet your freshly changed diaper without meaning. You thought about the men tossing the cards on the table, drinking beer, smoking.
You wanted a release, you needed a release.
It’s been a month after all.
You knew you are not allowed to touch yourself.
Oh, the diaper felt so good pressed on the pillows.
You started to hump and hump.
The smell of smoke caught your nose.
The sound of men laughing rung your ears.
The taste of a plastic nipple in your mouth.
A wet and warm sensation on your crouch.
The only thing you could think to yourself at the moment was:
“Hump baby, that’s what you really are, a fucking baby! Hump!”
Written for the little @diapercucky