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Mommy and Daddy chat about you like you’re not even in the room, Daddy calmly explaining how far you’ve slipped and what he’ll be doing to keep you there, his voice full of certainty. You’re on the floor at their feet, drooling around your paci, clumsy crayon marks spilling over the page. You’re not allowed to lift your head, not allowed to speak, just sit there and let their words wash over you… reminding you you’re not in control anymore, and never will be. 🖍️
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Are we getting any more “going full toddler” it’s the bestttt 🥹
going full toddler part 10
Waking up Wet
Find all other Chapters [here] The soft rustling of blankets, the faint crinkle of padding shifting, the rhythmic sound of breathing beside her—those were the first things Marie noticed as she drifted toward wakefulness.
Her eyelids fluttered, the warm haze of sleep still clinging to her like a heavy blanket. She nuzzled against the soft fur of her bunny, her fingers still curled loosely around it, her body warm and nestled under the covers.
For a moment, she felt safe.
For a moment, she forgot.
But then—
She remembered.
Her stomach twisted, the sleepiness in her mind suddenly clouded by something much heavier.
Memories crashed over her in a wave.
The morning.
The playpen.
Lunch in the highchair.
Steve checking her diaper—Steve changing her diaper.
And then—
Her breath hitched.
The accident.
Her first messy diaper.
Her first messy diaper.
Her fingers clenched around her bunny as her body tensed under the blanket. Her face burned at the memory, heat rushing to her cheeks as it all came flooding back—the helplessness, the warmth, the way she had felt so little as it happened.
And Steve.
Steve had cleaned her.
Steve had helped.
Her breath quickened.
And then—
That woman.
Mommy.
Her heart pounded.
She still didn’t even know her name.
She was just… there. So close to Steve, so comfortable around him, as if she belonged in his life.
Marie swallowed thickly, her gaze darting toward the edge of the crib, as if she could see into the other room from here.
And then—
Another realization hit her.
She wasn’t alone.
Her body stiffened.
She was still in the crib.
And Tim—Tim was still right there.
Her breath caught in her throat as she peeked at him, her pulse pounding. He was still sound asleep, his breathing slow and even, his pacifier bobbing gently between his lips. His dino T-shirt was slightly rumpled, and his dragon was still clutched securely against his chest, its soft tail curled in his fingers.
And then—
Then she noticed the squish.
The unmistakable squish when he shifted ever so slightly in his sleep.
Marie swallowed hard.
He was soggy.
Of course, he was.
The boy had already told her—he was unpotty-trained.
Her stomach twisted.
The memory of their conversation echoed in her mind.
"I don’t even think about it," he had said.
"That’s what diapees are for."
Her fingers twitched, her bunny pressed tight against her chest as a terrible, awful thought crept into her head.
What if… what if she was wetter than before?
What if she had gone in her sleep and didn’t even realize it?
Her stomach dropped.
She hesitated.
Then, very slowly, she shifted beneath the blanket, her movements careful, subtle, just enough to feel.
Her diaper crinkled softly beneath her, warm and thick, still snug around her hips. She sucked in a sharp breath, her heart racing as she tried to assess the damage.
It didn’t feel much wetter than before… right?
…Right?
A lump formed in her throat.
What if she just didn’t know?
What if she was already losing her potty training?
Her pulse pounded in her ears, her breath quickening. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She had only been in diapers again for one day.
One.
Day.
And already—
Already, she was starting to doubt.
She curled in on herself, hugging her bunny close, her whole body trembling beneath the blanket.
She needed to know.
She needed to ask Steve, needed daddy to check, needed him to tell her—
And then—
Tim stirred beside her.
Marie tensed, expecting him to wake up fully, to sit up, to talk, to realize—
But instead, his pacifier bobbed slightly, his fingers twitching around the tail of his dragon.
And then—
He rolled toward her.
Still half-asleep, still deep in his little haze—
He lifted his stuffed dragon…
And plopped it onto her tummy.
Marie’s breath hitched.
Her wide eyes flickered between him and the dragon, completely caught off guard.
Tim barely stirred, barely seemed to care. His fingers brushed hers slightly, lazy and unbothered.
Just… giving her his dragon.
Like it was normal.
Like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Marie’s heart pounded.
And suddenly—
Her wet diaper didn’t seem like such a big deal.
Not when he wasn’t worried about his.
Not when he was so content, so completely at ease, so sure that this was just how things were supposed to be.
Her fingers curled around the stuffed dragon instinctively.
She wasn’t sure why it helped.
But… it did.
Her breathing slowed.
Her body relaxed.
Just a little.
And then—
A soft noise broke through the quiet.
Marie jumped.
Her head snapped toward the doorway—
And there she was.
Mommy.
Standing there, watching them with that same knowing smile, her honey-blonde hair still perfect, her sundress smooth and elegant, as if she had just stepped out of some storybook.
Marie’s stomach twisted.
She wasn’t ready.
She wasn’t ready for her.
But Mommy just smirked.
And Marie knew.
Knew she wasn’t in control.
Knew she had no say in what happened next.
Marie’s breath caught in her throat, her fingers tightening around Tim’s stuffed dragon as Mommy stood in the doorway.
She felt frozen, still curled up beneath the blankets, her body warm and heavy with sleep. The soft weight of her wet diaper pressed against her, a constant reminder of the doubts creeping into her mind.
And yet—
Mommy didn’t rush her.
Didn’t immediately yank the blanket away or pull them out of the crib.
She just smiled, watching them with that same calm, knowing expression, her golden-brown eyes twinkling.
Then—
“Wakey, wakey, my little sleepyheads.”
Her voice was soft. Sweet.
Like she was waking up two precious toddlers from a well-deserved nap.
Marie didn’t move.
But beside her—
Tim did.
The moment he heard her voice, his entire body wiggled.
Marie felt it—the little bounce of excitement that ran through him, the way his limbs stretched lazily, his toes wiggling beneath the blanket.
A soft, sleepy giggle bubbled from behind his pacifier as he rubbed his face into his blanket, kicking his feet a little beneath the covers.
“Mommyyy,” he mumbled happily, still half-asleep, his voice muffled around the soft rubber bulb in his mouth.
Mommy smiled.
“There’s my happy boy,” she cooed, stepping closer, her heels clicking lightly against the floor. “Did you have a good nap, sweetheart?”
Tim nodded sleepily, his pacifier bobbing slightly. “Mhm,” he hummed.
Marie stared.
How was he so—so unbothered by all of this?
He was lying in a crib. With another little. In a wet diaper. And his first reaction was to smile? To giggle? To wiggle in excitement just because Mommy was there?
Marie’s cheeks burned.
She squeezed her bunny tight, instinctively curling in on herself.
But Mommy’s gaze flickered toward her almost instantly.
And Marie knew.
Knew she wasn’t invisible. Knew she wasn’t going to be allowed to hide.
And—
She was right.
Because the next thing she knew—
Mommy was leaning down into the crib.
“Oh, and my sleepy little Marie,” Mommy purred, her voice gentle as she reached forward to brush a few strands of Marie’s hair back from her face. “Still waking up, sweetheart?”
Marie squeaked.
Her lips parted slightly, but—
She had no idea what to say.
Her heart pounded.
She felt too little.
Too vulnerable.
Mommy’s fingers grazed her cheek, featherlight and soothing, and Marie felt herself sink.
“Such a sleepy baby,” Mommy murmured, a teasing lilt in her tone. “Just look at you, all cuddled up with your bunny and Tim’s dragon.”
Marie whimpered softly.
She hadn’t even realized she was still holding Tim’s stuffie.
And—
Oh no.
That only seemed to make Mommy smirk.
“How precious,” she cooed, her voice full of amusement. “Looks like my little boy made a new friend.”
Marie’s face burned.
Tim, still sucking his pacifier, just grinned.
And then—
Mommy’s hand moved.
Straight to his diaper.
Marie froze.
With practiced ease, Mommy pressed her palm against the front of Tim’s diaper, giving it a few deliberate squeezes.
Squish.
Marie gulped.
She shouldn’t be watching this.
But—
Tim didn’t care.
Didn’t squirm. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t react in any way except for a soft, sleepy giggle around his pacifier.
Mommy chuckled.
“Oh, you are a soggy boy,” she teased, patting the front of his diaper playfully. “Just like I expected.”
Marie’s stomach flipped.
And then—
Then Mommy turned to her.
Marie’s breath hitched.
“Now, let’s see about you, sweetheart.”
She wanted to protest.
Wanted to shrink back.
Wanted to—
But before she could do anything—
Mommy’s fingers were slipping into the leg band of her diaper.
Oh.
Marie gasped.
Her body stiffened as she felt the soft pressure of Mommy’s fingers pressing into the warm padding, checking her in the way only someone experienced could.
Oh no, oh no, oh no—
Her cheeks burned.
The touch was so casual. So effortless. So practiced.
Like Mommy had checked a thousand diapers before hers.
Like it wasn’t even something she needed to ask permission for.
She just—
Did it.
Marie whimpered, squeezing her bunny tight.
Mommy smirked.
“Not as soggy as Tim,” she mused. “But wet enough.”
Marie wanted to sink into the mattress.
To disappear.
But then—
Mommy did something that made her stomach twist in a completely different way.
She praised her.
“Good girl,” Mommy murmured, stroking Marie’s cheek gently. “Waking up in a wet diaper, just like a proper little one should.”
Marie’s lips parted.
Her entire body flushed.
Why—why was that making her tummy feel so weird?
She shouldn’t like that.
She shouldn’t feel warm at the praise.
But—
But she did.
Before she could even process that—
Mommy straightened up.
“Well,” she announced, stretching slightly, “I think two soggy babies need something to drink.”
Tim perked up instantly.
Marie barely had time to process before Mommy was already reaching down—
Lifting Tim from the crib like he was nothing, setting him on her hip effortlessly.
Tim giggled, curling against her like he had always belonged there, like this was just normal. His arms wrapped lazily around her neck, his diaper squishing loudly as he wiggled slightly in her hold.
Marie stared.
Mommy turned toward Steve, who was leaning casually against the doorway, smirking. “Grab the sippy for Marie?” she asked smoothly.
Steve chuckled.
“Already got it.”
And sure enough—
He did.
A baby bottle in one hand.
A pink sippy cup in the other.
Marie’s stomach flipped.
She had no time to react before Daddy was already stepping toward her, already reaching into the crib.
Her breath hitched as she was lifted into his arms, her bunny squished between them.
Her soggy diaper squished as she shifted instinctively against him, her legs curling around his waist.
“Shhh, princess,” Steve murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as he adjusted his hold. “You’re okay.”
Marie whimpered, burying her face into his chest.
But then—
Then her sippy cup was nudged into her hands.
“Drink up, baby girl,” Steve cooed.
And—
Before she even thought about it—
She did.
Soft, rhythmic sips.
Tim, snuggled against Mommy’s hip, suckled eagerly at his bottle.
Marie, safe in Steve’s arms, drank from her sippy cup.
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Fix it, Daddy!
Mia stomped down the hallway, her frilly dress puffing and fluttering with every furious step. She shoved open the nursery door and planted herself right in front of Daddy, fists balled up at her sides.
“Daddy!” she whined, her face scrunching up. “My pull-up shows! It's embarrassing! I need big girl pants if we're going out!”
Daddy looked up from where he was packing a diaper bag, his face breaking into a wide, amused grin. He chuckled warmly and wagged his finger at her.
“Oh, Mia, Mia, Mia," he said with a mock sigh, "you know littles like you don’t get big girl pants. Especially not today!”
“But Daaaddyyy—” Mia’s voice rose into a sharp whine as she stamped her foot for extra effect. Her puffy skirt bobbed up, flashing the white and pastel-printed pull-up underneath. She crossed her arms tightly, cheeks burning hotter than the summer sun printed on her dress.
Daddy chuckled again, setting the bag down with a soft thump. He walked over and knelt so he was eye level with his pouty girl.
“Now, pumpkin," he said, voice dripping with syrupy patience, “what did we talk about this morning? Hm? Littles who want to go to the park have to dress properly, right?”
Mia huffed, scuffing her toe against the carpet. “Yeah, but I look like a dumb baby…”
Daddy’s eyes twinkled mischievously. “Well, good, because you are Daddy’s little baby girl. And besides…” He gently flicked the hem of her skirt, making her squeak as it flipped up again, “you chose the cloud and sunshine dress, didn’t you?”
Mia scowled. She had picked it, but only because Daddy had taken away all her other choices.
Still, she wasn't ready to give up. She gave Daddy her very best serious face, puffing her cheeks out like an indignant chipmunk. “If I hafta wear a pull-up," she bargained, "I don't wanna everybody seeing it! It's not fair! Can't you do something?!”
Daddy tapped his chin, pretending to think very hard. Mia watched him eagerly, hope flickering in her chest.
“Well," Daddy said slowly, his eyes gleaming, "if you really don’t want your pull-up showing... Daddy can fix that.”
Mia bounced on her toes, her bows jiggling. “Yes! Fix it, Daddy! Please!”
He smiled sweetly, taking her hand. “Alright, princess. Let’s get you fixed up.”
Mia followed him over to the changing mat, her frilly skirt swishing with every step. She climbed up onto the soft surface and lay back obediently, happy that Daddy was finally going to make her look less babyish.
Daddy hummed a lullaby under his breath as he rummaged through the diaper bag, finally pulling out a thick, crinkly square of white plastic.
Mia blinked. “Uh… what’s that for?”
Daddy smiled wider, unfolding the heavy, pillowy diaper with a dramatic flourish. “You wanted to hide your pull-up, didn’t you, pumpkin?”
Mia swallowed nervously, her excitement wilting. “Y-yeah...?”
“Well, nothing hides a pull-up better than a nice, thick diaper!”
Before Mia could protest, Daddy gently lifted her by the ankles, sliding the bulky diaper under her bottom. The pull-up made a faint crinkle as he patted it down, smoothing the thick padding over it.
“W-wait—” Mia stammered, but Daddy was already sprinkling sweet-smelling powder across her thighs and belly, making her squirm.
“No backing out now, baby girl," Daddy cooed as he pulled the front of the diaper up snugly over her tummy. "You asked for this, remember?"
With practiced ease, he taped her in securely, each tape making a loud rrrip sound that echoed in the nursery. Mia whimpered softly, feeling the fresh bulk forcing her legs apart.
When Daddy sat her up, the diaper crinkled so loudly that Mia blushed down to her toes.
"There!" Daddy said proudly, giving her thickly padded bottom a few firm pats. "Now nobody can see your pull-up... because they'll be too busy seeing your diaper!"
Mia looked down at herself, mortified. The diaper peeked out from under her too-short skirt even worse than the pull-up had. It was thick enough that she could feel it puffing out behind her, like a pillow strapped to her bottom.
"B-but... Daddy...!" she whimpered, lip wobbling.
Daddy just chuckled and booped her nose. “Uh-uh, little missy. You said you didn’t want your pull-up showing. Daddy solved the problem!”
Mia wanted to argue, but Daddy was already bustling around again, gathering wipes, bottles, and a soft pink pacifier.
"Now," Daddy said brightly, clipping the pacifier to her dress with a smiling sun clip, "let’s go to the park, sweetheart. Everyone’s going to think you’re the cutest little baby girl!"
Mia’s heart sank as Daddy scooped her up onto his hip. The thick diaper crinkled loudly with every little wiggle she made. Outside, she could already hear the sounds of children laughing and playing.
As Daddy carried her out the door, she buried her red face into his shoulder. The warm smell of his shirt and the soft, rhythmic bounce of his steps were almost comforting — almost enough to make her forget how very, very babyish she looked.
Almost.
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what's happening to me?
The phone trembled slightly in her hand as she snapped the photo, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her breath hitched. Something wasn’t right—nothing was right. Her pink socks had been plain just an hour ago, hadn’t they? She squinted down at her feet, now adorned with cartoonish Hello Kitty faces and soft pastel accents. She didn’t remember changing them, but there they were, looking oddly… childish. Her legs fidgeted slightly, brushing against something thicker than what she should’ve been wearing.
Her voice came out in a rush, just shy of a squeak. “I… I don’t…” She stopped, her frustration bubbling up as she struggled to get the words out. “Re… re-… respo—ugh!” She groaned, slapping her hand against her thigh. “I keep tripping over it, like a dumb little kid!” Her cheeks flushed as her hands twitched, clenching into fists.
But her focus quickly shifted as she noticed it again—that crinkling noise. It had been faint earlier, easy to dismiss, but now it was loud, persistent. She tugged at the hem of her oversized shirt, hoping for reassurance that her favorite panties were still beneath it. But instead…
“No,” she whispered, voice breaking as she stared. The soft, pillowy shape of a diaper greeted her, unmistakably snug around her hips. She poked it in disbelief, and her heart sank as it squished under her touch.
Her phone buzzed softly in her hand, snapping her out of her daze. She glanced at the photo she’d just taken—the reflection staring back at her looked almost foreign. Her wide, watery eyes, the childish socks, the puffy diaper. It was too much.
She sniffled, raising her hand to wipe her face—and froze. Her thumb was nestled securely between her lips, and she hadn’t even noticed. “What’s happening to me?” she mumbled around her thumb, panic blooming as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.
She sat cross-legged on the floor, her pajamas soft against her skin and her diaper unmistakably peeking out through the unsnapped front. Her hands trembled as she nervously fiddled with the pacifier hanging from a ribbon around her neck. She didn’t remember putting it there, but somehow, her fingers kept drifting back to it, brushing over the soft plastic.
A strange sensation pulled her attention away. A sudden icy twinge bloomed low in her stomach, making her freeze in place. Confused, she shifted slightly, pressing her knees together. It was fleeting, replaced by a creeping warmth that spread beneath her, soaking into the thick padding between her legs. Her breath hitched as she processed it.
“No,” she whispered, her voice shaky, almost drowned out by the faint hiss that followed. “No, no, no…”
The warmth pooled, the squish undeniable as she instinctively shifted her weight. Her wide eyes darted downward, to the diaper she was helplessly filling. It was too late to stop—if stopping was even an option. Her cheeks burned as the realization hit. She wasn’t just wearing a diaper now. She was using it.
Her lower lip trembled as she scrambled to her knees, unsure whether to cry or scream. She clutched at her pajama shirt, her panic growing. “What’s—what’s happening to me?” she stammered, voice muffled slightly.
Her teeth clamped down softly, and her eyes widened further. Without thinking, she’d slipped the pacifier into her mouth. She tried to spit it out, but the comforting presence rooted itself there, as though her body had already decided this was where it belonged.
Suddenly, large hands scooped her up, lifting her off the ground with ease. She gasped as the movement pressed her soaked diaper firmly against her, the squish undeniable. She squirmed in the tall man’s hold, her fists pounding weakly against his chest.
“Shh, little one,” he murmured, his voice calm and steady.
“No! What’s happening to me?” she yelled, her voice breaking as she wriggled in his arms, the pacifier still bouncing gently between her lips. He held her securely, patting the back of her diapered bottom with a knowing look. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re just where you’re meant to be.”
You were curled up in your usual corner of the living room, hugging your favorite stuffed bear and fidgeting with the ruffles on your pastel onesie. The soft hum of cartoons filled the room as you sank deeper into the cushiony comfort of the moment. The air shifted, though, as you heard the familiar sound of the front door opening.
“Daddy’s home!” you whispered to yourself, excitement bubbling up. But instead of his usual cheerful greeting, a voice echoed behind him—frantic, confused, and utterly panicked.
“Wh-what’s going on? I don’t understand!”
Your ears perked up as Daddy stepped into the room, leading someone new by the hand. She looked about your age but was clearly overwhelmed. Her face was flushed, her hair slightly tousled, and her hands kept tugging at the hem of her oversized hoodie.
“Daddy?” you asked softly, clutching your bear closer as you tilted your head.
He looked at you with a knowing smile and motioned toward her. “Sweetheart, this is your new sister. Isn’t she precious?”
The girl didn’t seem to hear him, her attention instead focused on the faint crinkle with every movement she made. Her hands darted to the waistband of her jeans, pulling it down just slightly. Her gasp filled the room as the thick, pastel-colored padding beneath was revealed.
“No,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “No, no, no. This can’t be real.” She shifted, and the blush on her face deepened as she realized the padding wasn’t just there—it was slightly puffy, as if it had already been used.
“She’s been chosen,” Daddy explained, his voice calm and steady. “Just like you were.”
Her eyes darted to you, her panic only growing as you gave her a shy wave. “I-I don’t want this! What’s happening to me?” she cried, looking desperately at Daddy.
“It’s okay,” he said gently, pulling her into a warm embrace despite her protests. “You’re going to make a perfect little sister. No more grown-up worries, no more responsibilities. Just like your big sister here.”
You watched quietly, hugging your bear tighter as he patted her diaper softly, the squish audible even from where you sat. A small part of you remembered feeling exactly like her once—scared, confused, and overwhelmed. But now? Now, you knew better. “She’s gonna love it,” you whispered to yourself with a small smile. After all, she was Daddy’s choice, just like you had been.
Thank you to @ghxstmouse for providing the photos :)
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"Waiting"
You lean against the window, knees pressing softly into the cushion of the loveseat. The faint rustle of your diaper accompanies every small shift of your weight, a reminder of your predicament. Outside, the world goes on as if nothing is unusual, sunlight filtering through the trees and cars humming in the distance. But inside, it feels like time has slowed to a crawl.
You glance back over your shoulder, hoping to hear the familiar sound of the door opening. But the house remains quiet. Too quiet. You fidget, biting gently on your pacifier, its rubbery texture grounding you just enough to keep the nerves at bay. You try not to think about how far you've let yourself fall into this role, how your day now revolves around waiting. Waiting for him. Waiting for your "Daddy" to come home and take control.
And then there’s the other feeling—an undeniable warmth spreading, so subtle at first you almost don’t notice. But now, it’s unmistakable, a gentle squish as the padding beneath your onesie grows heavier, soggier. You didn’t even try to stop it, did you? No, it just happened, without any real thought or effort on your part. You shift slightly, testing the new fullness, cheeks burning at how much you’ve given into this side of yourself. The soft scent of baby powder still lingers faintly, mixing with something more telling.
Your hands grip the windowsill now, knuckles brushing the cool glass. You wonder how he’ll react when he gets home and sees you like this. Will he tease you for your impatience? Or maybe pull you close, pat your bottom with that knowing grin? The anticipation makes your tummy flutter, and you press your forehead against the window, trying to steady yourself.
But for now, all you can do is wait…
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