"You’re my girlfriend and you have had me made into being your adult diapered baby for two weeks now. I’ve been locked up in diapers, made to use them for everything and have had to endure countless diaper checks, changes, and am constantly being muffled with bottles and pacifiers.

You come into my newly built nursery to check on me and ask me if I’ve made a stinky yet. “What was I thinking? You’re not going to tell me, so I’m just going to check myself!” You then administer a smell and feel test and then turn disappointed at the fact that I haven’t gone number two yet. “Babe, it’s... Show more