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Hi all, I'm a 20-something female from the UK into ageplay, diapers and wetting.
This is just a little something I wrote a while ago, thought I would share in case someone enjoys it. It's an ageplay story so if that's not your thing then read no further! If it is, I hope you enjoy it.
DiaperedDreamer xx
WARNING: contains 1 sexual scene.
He was making himself a coffee when he heard her rousing, and then the soft padding of her coming to find him. He turned as she entered and smiled. They had a code in their house. If she came in in baby girl mode, she wanted to be a little girl today, despite her 27 years. If she came in in her normal dressing gown, she wanted to be a grown up. He was guessing, from the pink care bears t-shirt and soaking, sagging nappy hanging from her backside, that today was to be a baby day.
“Morning baby girl” he greeted her “Did you sleep well?” She nodded, rubbing her eyes. “Do you want some breakfast now or do you want a bath and a nice clean nappy first?”
“Bweakfast” she mumbled sleepily through her dummy.
“Okay”. He poured her a bowl of cheerios and some apple juice into a beaker. She took the beaker eagerly and sucked down nearly the whole lot in one go. He refilled it. She always drunk a lot on her baby days, and he was pretty sure it was so she was nearly constantly wet. He went to start her a bath running and then sat opposite her reading the paper while she chowed down on her cereal. When she was done he cleared away her stuff as she skipped off to the bathroom. She was peeling off her t-shirt as he entered.
“Lay down baby girl, let’s get this nappy off you. My my, you were lucky this nappy didn’t leak. You were a wet little girl last night weren’t you?” he asked. She nodded, laid on her back on the mat with her knees in the air and her legs apart. He peeled off the tapes and slid the soaked nappy out from under her, rolling it into a ball and putting it on the counter. “Okay, in the bath honey”. She hopped up and in, immediately picking up her bath toys. He laughed as she splashed happily in the water, dummy still in her mouth. He tilted her head back and poured a jug of water over her hair, followed by a handful of baby shampoo.
“Daddy, I wan’ be a big girl today” she told him. He looked at her with a serious face.
“You mean you don’t want to wear a nappy?” he asked her. She shook her head. “Baby girl, we’ve got to go out to the supermarket today. I don’t want any accidents in your knickers again”
“I won’t. I pwomise” she smiled sweetly at him. He didn’t believe her for a second but he couldn’t resist that face.
“Okay sweetie. You can pick out your big girl knickers when you’re dry”.
“I wan’ Minnie mouse” she told him with certainty. He nodded.
“Okay. Minnie mouse it is”.
An hour later they were leaving the house. She was dressed fairly babyishly, but not so much as to draw attention to them. Her hair was in pigtails with pink hair ties, then she had on a pair of denim dungarees and a hot pink t-shirt. It had Minnie mouse on the front but that was hidden by the bib of her dungarees. On her feet were her baby pink converse. And of course underneath were her favourite white cotton Minnie mouse knickers, their little secret. She skipped out to the car happily and they took the short drive to the nearby supermarket. It was a huge place and sold everything, including toys. He knew getting her past that section would be a pain!
He parked up and went round to her side, unclipping her seat belt and helping her out. He took her hand.
“You hold onto my hand until we get a trolley, then you hold onto that, you hear me?” he asked her. She nodded sulkily.
“I wan’ my dummy” she whined. He rolled his eyes.
“No, sweetie. You’re a big girl now, people will think you’re a baby. You can have your dummy when you have your nap this afternoon. I promise”. She pouted but said nothing.
“Don’t forget, if you need a wee, you tell daddy straight away, alright?” She nodded.
He managed to get her past the toy section with minimal “oohs!” and “I wan’!” The shop was almost deserted, it being 10am on a Wednesday. The benefits of making your own hours, he thought to himself as they strolled down an electronics aisle. He was looking at a camera when he saw her wriggle uncomfortably and press a hand between her legs. He said nothing, it was up to her to tell him if she needed a wee. Still, after 2 cups of apple juice and a bottle of water in the car he’d be amazed if she wasn’t busting by now.
A few aisles later and her discomfort was growing. She was stopping whenever he was, crossing her legs, hand still pressed between them, and bending forward slightly. He was picking up some salad when she whimpered behind him. He turned.
“Daddy I need a wee, weally bad” she told him in a hushed tone. He nodded, pretending he hadn’t known that for the last 15 minutes.
“Alright honey, there’s one in a few aisles time, we’ll stop there” he told her. She shook her head.
“I need a wee now” she told him. He frowned and looked at her.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he asked her. She shrugged.
“I dunno”
“Alright, come on”. He took her hand and left the trolley where it was. She was hobbling now, hand permanently pressed to her crotch. They were within sight of the toilet door when she whimpered and stopped. He shut his eyes, knowing what was happening. She stood with her legs about 2 feet apart and looked down as a wet patch appeared on the denim and quickly spread. Within a few seconds it was the size of a dinner plate, highly visible on the light denim, a shiny dark wet beacon of her lack of control. She seemed to regain some control and looked up at him, fear in her eyes.
“Come on, quickly” he instructed her, taking her hand and leading her into the disabled bathroom where there was room for both of them. He was undoing the clips on her bib when the next wave hit and she moaned again, this time her accident spreading down to her knees.
“Sowwy daddy” she cried, tears spilling down her cheeks. She was still peeing as he pushed her dungarees down and pushed her down to sitting on the toilet. Her knickers were still up but already soaked anyway. She finished up, peeing a torrent through her white knickers on the toilet, tears still dripping down her face.
“I’m sowwy daddy, don’t be mad at me” she cried “I twied to hold it”.
“You should have told me sooner. I knew I should have kept you in a nappy. You’re not big enough for big girl knickers yet” he told her. She nodded.
“I wan’ my nappy” she cried.
“It’s a bit late now. We need to finish shopping. You’re going to have to stay wet, I’ve not got any change of clothes for you” he told her. She nodded. “Come on, stop crying. It’s not the end of the world. We’ll get you home and cleaned up and in a nappy, yeah?” he asked. She nodded, rubbing her sleeve over her cheeks and sniffling.
“Can I have my dummy in the car?” she mumbled quietly as he did her dungarees back up. He nodded.
“Alright sweetie. Come on”. He led her out and back into the store. She was subdued for the rest of the shop and he could imagine how cold and uncomfy she was in wet knickers and denim. Still, he’d warned her and she’d disobeyed so now she could face the shame. The checkout girl gave them a funny look as they paid for their things, and before long they were back at the car. He put the bags in the boot and got out an inco pad, putting it on the passenger seat before strapping her in. She looked at him as he got in next to her and her eyes fluttered.
“Are you tired sweetie?” he asked her. She nodded and her bottom lip trembled. She was always tearful when she needed a nap, and she was usually still having 2 naps a day, one in the morning for 45 -60mins and a longer one in the afternoon. He reclined her seat and handed her a dummy. She was asleep by the time he left the car park.
When they got home he unclipped her belt and lifted her out of the car. She was slight, at 5’1” and about 90lbs, so it was no effort to carry her indoors. He was pretty sure he’d woken her but he didn’t let on, enjoying being carried in his arms. He lay her on their bed on her back and gently removed her still damp dungarees and knickers. She started to rouse as he touched her kitty with a cold wet wipe and she whimpered, face crumpling.
“It’s alright baby girl. Shhh. I’m just putting a nappy on you” he assured her. She rubbed her eyes and looked at him with tearful eyes.
“Will you snuggle me?” she asked mournfully. He nodded.
“When you’re all padded up” he told her, sliding a clean nappy under her bottom. He gave her a liberal coating of baby powder and closed up the nappy, making sure it was nice and snug. Then he came to lay beside her, wrapping and arm around her middle and pulling her close. She let out a contented sigh and fell back to sleep.
When she woke a half hour later he wasn’t there. She could feel a pressure in her tummy and she emptied her bladder into the still dry nappy between her legs. The pressure was still there and she sat up, clambering from bed. She was walking through the tv room when she realised what it was. Unbeknownst to her, he was watching her from the kitchen doorway. He saw her stop, a look of comprehension pass over her face. She wrapped a hand around the back of one of the wooden chairs and squatted slightly, feet apart. Still he watched silently as she strained, going a little red in the face with the effort, and unloaded into her nappy. She kept pushing and he could only imagine the mess he was going to be faced with when he next changed her. When she was done she sat down on the carpet, and he watched the pleasure flood through her as she wriggled, spreading the mess through her diaper. She seemed to decide she liked this and lay down on her tummy, hand pressed against the front of her nappy. She began to hump her hand and he watched with fascination as she became more and more aroused. Eventually he stepped into the room.
“Baby girl, you’re awake” he greeted her. She stopped, flushing scarlet. “What are you doing?” he asked her.
“Nofin’” she mumbled, sitting up. He looked at her knowingly.
“Okay. Do you wanted to watch a DVD?” he asked her. She nodded excitedly.
“Dalmatians!” she told him immediately. He sighed. He must have seen it a hundred times.
“Alright”. He popped it in the player and went and sat down on the couch.
“Come on honey, come and snuggle up” he said to her. She stood up and hesitated.
“What’s the matter?” he asked her.
“I had an accident” she told him.
“You’ve got a nappy on baby, it’ll hold more than one pee, it’s okay” he said, playing innocent. She shook her head.
“What is it?” he asked her.
“I messed my nappy” she told him, shame on her face. He looked at her sternly.
“Baby girl, you’re a bit big to be messing yourself, you know that” he told her. She nodded.
“I know but... but... I had my nappy on...”
“Your nappy is for wee only, why didn’t you use the toilet?” he asked her, guiding her into the bathroom as he scolded her.
“I don’t know, I just didn’t” she told him, laying down on the mat again. He untaped her nappy. She really had made a mess. It was going to be beyond baby wipes.
“I’ll have to give you a quick shower” he told her. She nodded. He wiped her up as best he could with the nappy and then discarded it straight into the outside bin. When he came back into the bathroom her hand was between her legs, playing with herself.
“Baby girl. Don’t play with yourself when you’re messy. You’ll get infections” he told her. She pouted.
“Get in the bath” he instructed her. She did so and her began to spray her down with the attachable shower head. He cleaned her off and then directed the shower spray directly at her obviously swollen clit. She shut her eyes in pleasure. He held it there for just long enough to get her going then turned it off. She looked at him, disappointed.
“Come on, out, let’s get you dry” he said. She hopped out. He wrapped an enormous bath sheet around her and then sat on the edge of the bed.
“Come and sit with daddy and let him dry you” he said. She sat down between his legs, her back pressed against his chest. He reached around, pulling her into a hug, and his right hand went down between her legs. She let out a deep moan as he massaged her kitty with the towelling.
“Does baby girl like being dried?” he asked her softly. She nodded.
“Daddy, rub my kitty until it tingles, please” she moaned.
“Okay sweetie”. They lapsed into silence except for her moans of pleasure. After a few minutes he upped his pace, rubbing her clit with the towelling at a rate that would very shortly bring her over the edge. Sure enough her breathing got faster and faster, her hands clenching around the bedcovers and her toes curling as her orgasm approached.
“Cum for me baby, good girl, good girl” he told her. She let out a stuttering of moans and then cried out, her back arching against him and her hips bucking up to meet his hand. Once she’d quietened down he stopped and hugged her tightly.
“I love you daddy” she told him. He nodded.
“I love you too baby girl. How about a clean nappy, a snugly sleepsuit, and some warm milk, hmm?” he asked her. She nodded. He dressed her in a clean nappy, a fleecy sleepsuit with hearts all over it, and the settled her on the couch in his lap. She gazed up at him with her big blue eyes as he put her bottle into her mouth and she suckled, she was so adorable he could eat her up. And maybe, later, he would.
This is just a little something I wrote a while ago, thought I would share in case someone enjoys it. It's an ageplay story so if that's not your thing then read no further! If it is, I hope you enjoy it.
DiaperedDreamer xx
WARNING: contains 1 sexual scene.
He was making himself a coffee when he heard her rousing, and then the soft padding of her coming to find him. He turned as she entered and smiled. They had a code in their house. If she came in in baby girl mode, she wanted to be a little girl today, despite her 27 years. If she came in in her normal dressing gown, she wanted to be a grown up. He was guessing, from the pink care bears t-shirt and soaking, sagging nappy hanging from her backside, that today was to be a baby day.
“Morning baby girl” he greeted her “Did you sleep well?” She nodded, rubbing her eyes. “Do you want some breakfast now or do you want a bath and a nice clean nappy first?”
“Bweakfast” she mumbled sleepily through her dummy.
“Okay”. He poured her a bowl of cheerios and some apple juice into a beaker. She took the beaker eagerly and sucked down nearly the whole lot in one go. He refilled it. She always drunk a lot on her baby days, and he was pretty sure it was so she was nearly constantly wet. He went to start her a bath running and then sat opposite her reading the paper while she chowed down on her cereal. When she was done he cleared away her stuff as she skipped off to the bathroom. She was peeling off her t-shirt as he entered.
“Lay down baby girl, let’s get this nappy off you. My my, you were lucky this nappy didn’t leak. You were a wet little girl last night weren’t you?” he asked. She nodded, laid on her back on the mat with her knees in the air and her legs apart. He peeled off the tapes and slid the soaked nappy out from under her, rolling it into a ball and putting it on the counter. “Okay, in the bath honey”. She hopped up and in, immediately picking up her bath toys. He laughed as she splashed happily in the water, dummy still in her mouth. He tilted her head back and poured a jug of water over her hair, followed by a handful of baby shampoo.
“Daddy, I wan’ be a big girl today” she told him. He looked at her with a serious face.
“You mean you don’t want to wear a nappy?” he asked her. She shook her head. “Baby girl, we’ve got to go out to the supermarket today. I don’t want any accidents in your knickers again”
“I won’t. I pwomise” she smiled sweetly at him. He didn’t believe her for a second but he couldn’t resist that face.
“Okay sweetie. You can pick out your big girl knickers when you’re dry”.
“I wan’ Minnie mouse” she told him with certainty. He nodded.
“Okay. Minnie mouse it is”.
An hour later they were leaving the house. She was dressed fairly babyishly, but not so much as to draw attention to them. Her hair was in pigtails with pink hair ties, then she had on a pair of denim dungarees and a hot pink t-shirt. It had Minnie mouse on the front but that was hidden by the bib of her dungarees. On her feet were her baby pink converse. And of course underneath were her favourite white cotton Minnie mouse knickers, their little secret. She skipped out to the car happily and they took the short drive to the nearby supermarket. It was a huge place and sold everything, including toys. He knew getting her past that section would be a pain!
He parked up and went round to her side, unclipping her seat belt and helping her out. He took her hand.
“You hold onto my hand until we get a trolley, then you hold onto that, you hear me?” he asked her. She nodded sulkily.
“I wan’ my dummy” she whined. He rolled his eyes.
“No, sweetie. You’re a big girl now, people will think you’re a baby. You can have your dummy when you have your nap this afternoon. I promise”. She pouted but said nothing.
“Don’t forget, if you need a wee, you tell daddy straight away, alright?” She nodded.
He managed to get her past the toy section with minimal “oohs!” and “I wan’!” The shop was almost deserted, it being 10am on a Wednesday. The benefits of making your own hours, he thought to himself as they strolled down an electronics aisle. He was looking at a camera when he saw her wriggle uncomfortably and press a hand between her legs. He said nothing, it was up to her to tell him if she needed a wee. Still, after 2 cups of apple juice and a bottle of water in the car he’d be amazed if she wasn’t busting by now.
A few aisles later and her discomfort was growing. She was stopping whenever he was, crossing her legs, hand still pressed between them, and bending forward slightly. He was picking up some salad when she whimpered behind him. He turned.
“Daddy I need a wee, weally bad” she told him in a hushed tone. He nodded, pretending he hadn’t known that for the last 15 minutes.
“Alright honey, there’s one in a few aisles time, we’ll stop there” he told her. She shook her head.
“I need a wee now” she told him. He frowned and looked at her.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he asked her. She shrugged.
“I dunno”
“Alright, come on”. He took her hand and left the trolley where it was. She was hobbling now, hand permanently pressed to her crotch. They were within sight of the toilet door when she whimpered and stopped. He shut his eyes, knowing what was happening. She stood with her legs about 2 feet apart and looked down as a wet patch appeared on the denim and quickly spread. Within a few seconds it was the size of a dinner plate, highly visible on the light denim, a shiny dark wet beacon of her lack of control. She seemed to regain some control and looked up at him, fear in her eyes.
“Come on, quickly” he instructed her, taking her hand and leading her into the disabled bathroom where there was room for both of them. He was undoing the clips on her bib when the next wave hit and she moaned again, this time her accident spreading down to her knees.
“Sowwy daddy” she cried, tears spilling down her cheeks. She was still peeing as he pushed her dungarees down and pushed her down to sitting on the toilet. Her knickers were still up but already soaked anyway. She finished up, peeing a torrent through her white knickers on the toilet, tears still dripping down her face.
“I’m sowwy daddy, don’t be mad at me” she cried “I twied to hold it”.
“You should have told me sooner. I knew I should have kept you in a nappy. You’re not big enough for big girl knickers yet” he told her. She nodded.
“I wan’ my nappy” she cried.
“It’s a bit late now. We need to finish shopping. You’re going to have to stay wet, I’ve not got any change of clothes for you” he told her. She nodded. “Come on, stop crying. It’s not the end of the world. We’ll get you home and cleaned up and in a nappy, yeah?” he asked. She nodded, rubbing her sleeve over her cheeks and sniffling.
“Can I have my dummy in the car?” she mumbled quietly as he did her dungarees back up. He nodded.
“Alright sweetie. Come on”. He led her out and back into the store. She was subdued for the rest of the shop and he could imagine how cold and uncomfy she was in wet knickers and denim. Still, he’d warned her and she’d disobeyed so now she could face the shame. The checkout girl gave them a funny look as they paid for their things, and before long they were back at the car. He put the bags in the boot and got out an inco pad, putting it on the passenger seat before strapping her in. She looked at him as he got in next to her and her eyes fluttered.
“Are you tired sweetie?” he asked her. She nodded and her bottom lip trembled. She was always tearful when she needed a nap, and she was usually still having 2 naps a day, one in the morning for 45 -60mins and a longer one in the afternoon. He reclined her seat and handed her a dummy. She was asleep by the time he left the car park.
When they got home he unclipped her belt and lifted her out of the car. She was slight, at 5’1” and about 90lbs, so it was no effort to carry her indoors. He was pretty sure he’d woken her but he didn’t let on, enjoying being carried in his arms. He lay her on their bed on her back and gently removed her still damp dungarees and knickers. She started to rouse as he touched her kitty with a cold wet wipe and she whimpered, face crumpling.
“It’s alright baby girl. Shhh. I’m just putting a nappy on you” he assured her. She rubbed her eyes and looked at him with tearful eyes.
“Will you snuggle me?” she asked mournfully. He nodded.
“When you’re all padded up” he told her, sliding a clean nappy under her bottom. He gave her a liberal coating of baby powder and closed up the nappy, making sure it was nice and snug. Then he came to lay beside her, wrapping and arm around her middle and pulling her close. She let out a contented sigh and fell back to sleep.
When she woke a half hour later he wasn’t there. She could feel a pressure in her tummy and she emptied her bladder into the still dry nappy between her legs. The pressure was still there and she sat up, clambering from bed. She was walking through the tv room when she realised what it was. Unbeknownst to her, he was watching her from the kitchen doorway. He saw her stop, a look of comprehension pass over her face. She wrapped a hand around the back of one of the wooden chairs and squatted slightly, feet apart. Still he watched silently as she strained, going a little red in the face with the effort, and unloaded into her nappy. She kept pushing and he could only imagine the mess he was going to be faced with when he next changed her. When she was done she sat down on the carpet, and he watched the pleasure flood through her as she wriggled, spreading the mess through her diaper. She seemed to decide she liked this and lay down on her tummy, hand pressed against the front of her nappy. She began to hump her hand and he watched with fascination as she became more and more aroused. Eventually he stepped into the room.
“Baby girl, you’re awake” he greeted her. She stopped, flushing scarlet. “What are you doing?” he asked her.
“Nofin’” she mumbled, sitting up. He looked at her knowingly.
“Okay. Do you wanted to watch a DVD?” he asked her. She nodded excitedly.
“Dalmatians!” she told him immediately. He sighed. He must have seen it a hundred times.
“Alright”. He popped it in the player and went and sat down on the couch.
“Come on honey, come and snuggle up” he said to her. She stood up and hesitated.
“What’s the matter?” he asked her.
“I had an accident” she told him.
“You’ve got a nappy on baby, it’ll hold more than one pee, it’s okay” he said, playing innocent. She shook her head.
“What is it?” he asked her.
“I messed my nappy” she told him, shame on her face. He looked at her sternly.
“Baby girl, you’re a bit big to be messing yourself, you know that” he told her. She nodded.
“I know but... but... I had my nappy on...”
“Your nappy is for wee only, why didn’t you use the toilet?” he asked her, guiding her into the bathroom as he scolded her.
“I don’t know, I just didn’t” she told him, laying down on the mat again. He untaped her nappy. She really had made a mess. It was going to be beyond baby wipes.
“I’ll have to give you a quick shower” he told her. She nodded. He wiped her up as best he could with the nappy and then discarded it straight into the outside bin. When he came back into the bathroom her hand was between her legs, playing with herself.
“Baby girl. Don’t play with yourself when you’re messy. You’ll get infections” he told her. She pouted.
“Get in the bath” he instructed her. She did so and her began to spray her down with the attachable shower head. He cleaned her off and then directed the shower spray directly at her obviously swollen clit. She shut her eyes in pleasure. He held it there for just long enough to get her going then turned it off. She looked at him, disappointed.
“Come on, out, let’s get you dry” he said. She hopped out. He wrapped an enormous bath sheet around her and then sat on the edge of the bed.
“Come and sit with daddy and let him dry you” he said. She sat down between his legs, her back pressed against his chest. He reached around, pulling her into a hug, and his right hand went down between her legs. She let out a deep moan as he massaged her kitty with the towelling.
“Does baby girl like being dried?” he asked her softly. She nodded.
“Daddy, rub my kitty until it tingles, please” she moaned.
“Okay sweetie”. They lapsed into silence except for her moans of pleasure. After a few minutes he upped his pace, rubbing her clit with the towelling at a rate that would very shortly bring her over the edge. Sure enough her breathing got faster and faster, her hands clenching around the bedcovers and her toes curling as her orgasm approached.
“Cum for me baby, good girl, good girl” he told her. She let out a stuttering of moans and then cried out, her back arching against him and her hips bucking up to meet his hand. Once she’d quietened down he stopped and hugged her tightly.
“I love you daddy” she told him. He nodded.
“I love you too baby girl. How about a clean nappy, a snugly sleepsuit, and some warm milk, hmm?” he asked her. She nodded. He dressed her in a clean nappy, a fleecy sleepsuit with hearts all over it, and the settled her on the couch in his lap. She gazed up at him with her big blue eyes as he put her bottle into her mouth and she suckled, she was so adorable he could eat her up. And maybe, later, he would.
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