Party Popper Pamps

Party Popper PampsIt’s Izel birthday party and Voire got her some special “Party Popper” diapers to wear for the day. A few hours later, and Voire, now drunk on apple cider, “accidentally” pulls the popper on Izels Diaper, now the party popper has become the Party Pooper it appears. Izel’s probably going to pull Voire’s once she’s finished filling her pamps.

Order by Half-Awake-Jake

Draw and text by Neko_Neko_Diamata

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It sure seems like Izels sure have make one big messy diaper. Poor thing looks like this dont end up as a good birthday party after all :(

Time out

Time outThe blushing deer: GeechiGeechiGooIluvU

Draw by Tropicana

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Awww poor deer i sure wounder way he have ended up in the time out corner? Maybe it is because he have ended up whit a messy stinky diaper?

That poor thing accident can sure happen and that is nothing you should be punish for. Even less if you are wearing your diaper like a good deer.

Diaper Girl Comic: Nowi – Birthday Pt2

Diaper girl Comic: Nowi - Birthday Pt2Poor goodnite diapey X///////x
Grownup Nowi, having just wasted a perfectly good pair of pamps, leaves the room for changing. Where she will certainly not run into a big surprise visit from many friends and cameos.

Order by NowiGreen

Draw and text by OverFlo207

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It sure seems like this diaper girl had an amazing time playing around in here diaper. But wounder what sort of thing is going to be waiting for here in the next room. I sure some of here friend have been planing a surprise party for here. It sure is a good thing that she is wearing a diaper but in the same time it is kind of bad.

Diaper Girl Comic: Nowi – Birthday Page 1

Diaper Girl Comic: Nowi - Birthday Page 1Miss Nowi (in her grownup form!) is just planning to keep a low-profile for her birthday, rather spending it alone…
But even without a big party with friends, she is still very much expecting to have a really Good Nite :3

Order by NowiGreen

Draw and text by OverFlo207

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Even if Nowi now going to be alone on here birthday. At least she is going to have some very nice moment playing around whit here diaper :)

It really seems like she is having one wonderful time right now squishing here diaper :)

The baby business part 4

Copyright (c) 1995 by Babydoc.

Doug hung up the phone slowly and just stared out into space, trying to process what had just happened. He had just been deceived and manipulated into a position from which he was now dangerously close to being out of control. In fifteen minutes he had gone from being safe and happy and insulated from this frightening woman to being fooled, humiliated, and violated by her. And supposedly thrown into some program for delinquent diaper-wearers, where he obviously did not belong. Imagine! This lady had been so misled that she thought he really needed diapers! It would be laughable if it weren’t so annoying and if it didn’t seem to threaten his desire for privacy. He couldn’t even enjoy the fantasies generated by the phone call, because now he needed to think about how to get himself out of this without anyone finding out about this, and if possible, without any more embarrassment.

Doug was pretty sure this adventure would end tomorrow, when he explained the reality of the situation to this Mrs. Warren. But he was most concerned about how he could end this without admitting he was a fetishist, which he knew was viewed by most people as perverted. If word of his perversion spread, his application for the graduate program could be in jeopardy and his job at the lab ended. How could he end this discretely?

He’d have to be prepared, more prepared and alert than he’d just been during that conversation with Mrs. Sheffield. What an idiot he’d been. She’d played him masterfully, and he’d fed right into her little quizzes. Curious, he went to his stash of diapers and checked them. Sure enough, the ones he’d just bought had only three stripes. Stupid. He wouldn’t make that mistake again.

And, he chuckled, he nearly had walked straight into the nightmare he’d imagined of having given the desciption of the perfect infantilist diaper only to be sentenced to wear it constantly. That would really be miserable. But he would avoid that. No one would be sentencing him to anything. He was an adult, and he controlled his life.

The anxiety he had about tomorrow morning didn’t stop him from getting that same thrill he always felt when he touched the plastic of a disposable diaper, but he packed it away in his bedroom closet as a symbolic gesture of his continued autonomy. She’d pushed him around pretty well over the phone, hadn’t she? Wait until that other lady got here tomorrow. She’d meet the real Doug.

He tried to have a normal evening, but his anxiety continued, so he had a couple beers to calm himself down. He’d meant to figure out what he would say tomorrow to that diaper lady, but after the beer, he decided he could figure it out later…

Doug awoke the next morning fully clothed on the sofa, and was disoriented by the sunlight streaming in the window and what sounded like loud banging on his front door. He next noticed a strong message from his bladder, distended from the beer from last night. As he struggled to his feet and stumbled to the bathroom, he tried to reconstruct what had happened to him. He was midway through relieving himself before he realized that he must have fallen asleep on the sofa and overslept. So who could be so rude as to be pounding on the door?

“Oh my god!” he said out loud as he suddenly remembered Mrs. Warren. He jerked his hand up to look at his watch and only succeeded in peeing all over the bathroom floor, not to mention leaving a small spot on his jeans. But big deal: he finally got a good look at the time, and, sure enough, it was after 10am. He was now wide awake, and working hard to figure out what to say to this woman. He zipped and buckled his (now slightly wet) pants and went to the front window.

He couldn’t see the door, or who was there, but he did catch a glimpse of a large van, colored in pastel pinks and blues, with the words “HOME DIAPER DELIVERY- -Get ’em, Wet ’em, and Forget ’em.” He would have been embarrassed at his neighbors seeing this van, but he had more urgent concerns. He could always claim it had had the wrong address or something. But there could be no doubt who was banging on his front door. He briefly entertained the idea of not answering the door at all, but the banging was so insistent, he decided he had to confront this threat and get rid of it. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

He was suddenly and rudely pushed aside, and a large woman strode past him toward his living room area. He was sort of surprised by her assertiveness, and it took him a minute to recover, close the door, and follow her in. Entering the living room, he saw that she had her back turned to him, apparently already talking on the phone! But even from the back, he recognized her from the drugstore; she was the strong-looking woman who had watched him with such interest as he had waddled self-consciously out of the dressing room in the back of the store. Somehow he had known that it would be her.

He wanted to appologize to her for keeping her waiting at the door, to show her how reasonable and sensible he really was, but here she was, already on the phone. She was obviously kind of rude, but he didn’t want to get off on the wrong foot, so he just stood there awkwardly and listened in to find out what was so urgent. What he heard surprised and worried him a little.

“Yes, Mary, I KNOW I promised not to spank him today, but he’s practically been begging for it for the past twelve minutes.”

Doug glanced at his watch. It was 10:12 now. Could they be talking about him?!

“Well, no, obviously not. But let me tell you what he did do. Deliberately kept me waiting outside for twelve minutes…Of course he was home…I’m SURE it was on purpose…Well, Mary, I just don’t put UP with that kind of behavior…I KNOW what he needs, and I can give it to him with an open palm…..Yes…Yes, I know…Yeah, okay. Alright. But he just exhausted his grace period. No more warnings or excuses. Next time he so much as looks at me wrong, he goes over my knee. You know how I feel about disrespect…Okay, Mary…Okay. Bye.”

Doug was now very anxious, as he watched her set the phone down. His face was burning with embarrassment, for he knew that as absurd as it sounded these women were discussing HIM. Whether HE, essentially a grown man, should get a spanking. He would have thought it comical if this lady hadn’t seemed so serious and capable. He wasn’t small, but because of her size, he’d have a hard time resisting her physically. He watched her now as she seemed to think for several seconds and then turned abruptly and brushed past him back toward the door without even acknowledging his presence. He stood there, uncertain how to handle this strange encounter with this lady. She helped him.

As she reached the door, she turned and for the first time, spoke to him. “The very least you could do would be to help me carry in your diapers. Come on!”

And she disappeared outside, leaving the door wide open.

Copyright (c) 1995 by Babydoc.

Aww… Poor swiftfoxfire really did try his best this time.

Looks like poor swiftfoxfire wont here ABU Lavender changed. Looks like she have a long way to go in order to be a big girl.

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