Not A Game Anymore Part 1 & 2

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“So, what’s going to be today? Pull-ups or Big boy underwear?” Mommy said to you, holding up both choices in front of you. You squirmed on the bed, the bottom half your body completely exposed. Your girlfriend, or Mommy, as you had come to call in her in the past three months, looked down at you with a raised eyebrow.

“I wan’-“ You tried saying, before she chuckled and cut you off. She tossed your underwear into the trash bin across the room.

“What am I even thinking? I forgot that I decided yesterday that you’re not wearing big boy underwear anymore. You’re just going to piss through them the second you get a sip of your juicy juice anyways. Remember what happened yesterday at Walmart?” She said, pulling your legs together so she could slide the pull-up your legs. You didn’t fight it. You felt the soft padding move up your legs and settle into your crotch. The absorbent padding around your legs reminded you of the similar sensations you felt yesterday.

“Hm? What baby? All those cartoons making your brain too mushy to think of big boy words anymore? Well, let me remind you of everything. Remember how you told you were a big boy for the past couple weeks? All about how you were done playing baby with me? This was all fun and games buy you wanted to go back into underwear. So, I let you try it. One soaked pair of jeans on Monday. TWO wet pairs of PJs on Tuesday.” Your mommy said, patting your butt to let you know you were done getting changed. You sat up on the edge of the bed, nodding along to her words.

“But no, you just weren’t ‘paying attention’ during those. You weren’t ‘trying’ to make it to the potty. You told me if I let you wear big boy pants in public you wouldn’t ‘actually wet yourself.’ Yet, there you were, not even twenty minutes later, pissing your pants in the middle of aisle like a deer in the headlights. You muttered pathetic babble to me before I just shoved the purse pacifier into your mouth. You didn’t even fight it when I took your hand and led you out of the store. Yes, those people were point at you. And yes, those kids were laughing at you for PEEING your pants in public.” She said, walking over to the closet.

You loved every part of this, you were a boy with a diaper fetish of course. However, you felt like your control over the situation was slipping. It was true that you and your girlfriend had decided to let you go 24/7 for a couple months. Being the diaper lover, you are, you didn’t hold back. Pounding waters daily and never clenching your bladder and bowel muscles has consequences over time. You looked down at the pull-ups your girlfriend, turned Mommy, just put you in. This wasn’t voluntary anymore. You were legitimately just demoted into pull-ups because you wet your pants too much.

“Mommy” You said instinctively, “Er, Babe. I don’t want to play this anymore. I’m being serious. I’m taking this off and putting on underwear. I don’t actually need these!” You said, standing up to put your foot down. You looked awfully convincing standing there in a T-shirt and pull-up.

“Jack.” She said, popping her head out of the closet. “We’ve had this conversation how many times now? I’M being serious. You need protection now, otherwise you’re going to pee pee all over yourself! And don’t call me Babe. If I’m changing your pee pants, you know what to call me.” She said, walking out of the closet, clutching one of your thick disposable diapers.

“Please, Mommy. One last time, I promise, I won’t pee pee this time!” You said, subconsciously piggy backing off her words. You instantly blushed at how childish you sounded. Mommy sighed and shook her head.

“Alright, Jack. Here’s the deal. You don’t piss that pull-up while we’re out wine tasting today, and we can TALK about potty training you.” She said sternly, “BUT, if you so much as dribble into that pull-up. I will diaper you right at the winery. Got it?” She said, throwing the diaper into her purse. “It’s up to you buddy.” She said, before walking out of the bedroom. Her ass swaying side to side in her skintight dress.

You didn’t even make it out of the driveway before you felt your pull-up warm from the jolt of a tiny accident. You tried playing it off at first, but the winery was so far away. Every 10 minutes you’d feel another jet of warmth trickle into your pull-up. Your bladder never even felt full. It’d empty most of itself before you could even clench down. After the 45-minute car ride, your pampers were soaked. It was an easy decision for Mommy after that. She even made you put a pink stuffed animal in your back pocket to ‘Stop your crying’ after your car change

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“Pull-ups or Diapers?” Your Mommy said, holding up the two choices to you while you laid on the hotel floor. She scoffed and shook her head. “Wait, what am I even saying? Ha! Like you’re not going to leak through the same Pull-ups you begged me to put you in yesterday.” Mommy said, tapping your thigh so she could slide the diaper underneath you.

“Mowmy!” You said, Mommy pulled the pacifier out of your mouth so you could speak clearer.

“What did I say about talking while you had your pacifier in? Do you like sounding like a baby? You must, you were practically babbling in front of the TV yesterday.” She said, placing it on the counter next to her. You winced at the truth. But come on! It was so fun and easy to sing along to Blues Clues….

“Mommy, I don’t wanna wear a diaper today. I wanna be biggg.” You whined. After the Winery debacle. Your Mommy had kept you in diapers 24/7 again for the next month. You lost all your credibility. You couldn’t convince her you weren’t a pants wetter if you tried. You discovered that whining worked sometimes though! That’s the strategy you employed today.

“Come on, don’t fuss. I don’t want to hear it today. We’re going to Magic Kingdom, and I don’t want to have to change you a million times in the bathroom.” She said, taping the diaper around your waist. “You can pretend to be a big kid when we get back to the hotel if it’s not too late.” She said, standing up from your diapering.

You didn’t press the argument after that. You knew deep down that there was little to no chance you’d be able to hold it while in the park. You’d get too excited on a rollercoaster or be too focused on licking a micky mouse lollypop to know you had to pee. That’s all it took now-a-days for you. The slightest everyday distraction from your bladder, and you were soaking your diaper.

You watched Mommy from the floor as she started putting her make up on. That struck you as odd because normally she put your pants on for you after a change. “Mommy?” You said. She spun around from the mirror.

“What?” She said, slightly annoyed to stop. You motioned toward your groin.

“Um, can I get my pants too?” You said meekly. Mommy chuckled and turned back to the mirror.

“I’m not putting you in pants, Baby. It’ll be easier to know when you need a change. You’re probably going to wet a bunch at the park, and I don’t want to have to constantly check you.” She said matter-of-factly to the mirror. You felt a little bomb explode in your emotions.

“But… bud wha if’ dey see mha diapie…” You said in a near whisper. You felt too little to form the full words. Mommy didn’t look at you, she kept putting her mascara on in the mirror.

“Whatever? Who cares, Jacky? Babies don’t care if people see their diapers. Why should you?” She said sternly. You didn’t have the heart to fight back. You hadn’t won a diaper argument against Mommy in nearly a month. A winning streak wasn’t going to start now.

You stood up, that little feeling spread to your head. Everyone at the park was going to see you in your diaper. Scratch that, your inevitable droopy diaper. You didn’t feel big anymore. You hadn’t really in a long time. You walked over to the window and looked out at the pool. This had all started as a game. A sexy fetish game with you and you girlfriend. But that wasn’t what it was anymore. This had become your life. Being a diaper soaker for you Mommy WAS your life.

As that realization hit you, you felt the last weight of your adulthood slide of your shoulders. You also felt it slide into your diaper. You didn’t have any warning. The sensation of your diaper warming around your crotch was the only indication you had just gone. You stopped trying to fight it. You looked behind you, grabbed the pacifier off the counter, and stuck it into your mouth.

You waited for Mommy’s next command to tell you what to do. She was in charge, whatever she said goes. Babies weren’t smart enough to make decisions on their own. That’s especially how it was for a diaper piddling baby like you.