3yobbg: mellow-sadistic:Jessie played with her toys, pouting. This was so stupid! She was a grown wo
3yobbg: mellow-sadistic:Jessie played with her toys, pouting. This was so stupid! She was a grown woman for goodness sake, yet here she was shuffling around her nursery wearing a nappy like some dumb baby.She took a deep breath. It would be over soon, she told herself. One month, that was how long her boyfriend had to diaper train her. He’d agreed that if he couldn’t do it in that time, he’d let her be a big girl again. She supposed she should count herself lucky. A lot of other women weren’t being given a choice at all – a couple of her friends had already been reduced to a pair of stupid little Pamper packers.Jessie wrinkled her nose in disgust. It was pathetic! How could anyone let that happen to them? They obviously hadn’t been resisting hard enough. She sneered. Maybe they even liked it. There was certainly no way a strong-willed woman like her was going to end up as some dumb little diaper dumper!She shuffled over to a pile of baby blocks, her nappy squishing wetly between her thighs. She didn’t remember going pee-pee, but that was okay. As long as she still had her bowel control, she wouldn’t count as fully diaper trained. And she could easily get her bladder control back when the month was up. Only one week left!She grunted softly and bent over, concentrating on stacking her blocks. There was a strange fullness in her bottom, but the feeling went away quickly, and she ignored it. She’d just finished stacking a load of blocks together when she froze. Something had squished against her bottom. She gave her hips a little wiggle. There was definitely something back there. Her diaper felt heavier. Then a yucky smell reached her noise.Jessie straightened up, a chill running down her spine. No… She couldn’t have… Not without noticing… With mounting horror, she reached behind her and cupped the seat of what was obviously a droopy, messy, fully loaded nappy.Her mouth dropped open. No! This couldn’t be happening! This might happen to other girls, but not her!“Uh-oh!” came a deep, amused voice from behind her, and she looked around sharply to see her boyfriend standing in the doorway, smirking. “I think someone’s made a stinky!” he cooed. Then he tilted his head, looking at her curiously. “That’s funny. You usually come and beg me to let you use the potty when you have to go poo-poo.”“I didn’t…” she began, disoriented, “I didn’t realise… I didn’t know…”Her boyfriend’s eyes seemed to light up, and a sinister smile spread across his face. “You didn’t know you had to go?” he finished for her.Jessie could only look up at him in horror, but he could see the answer in her face.“Good girl!” he gushed, walking over to kiss her on the forehead. There was a mocking sweetness in his tone. “What a good girl for messing yourself without knowing! Tell Daddy all about it, princess. Did you feel yourself start to go poopy? Or did you just realise you were messy all of a sudden?”But Jessie just stared ahead of her, wide-eyed and horrified. A low whining started in her throat, and then, “I don’t wanna be incontinent!” she wailed, breaking down into tears.“Awww, it’s okay sweetheart,” her boyfriend cooed, pulling her into a cuddle and reaching down to pat the sagging seat of her loaded nappy. “You’ll get used to being a yucky little pants-pooper.”She cried even harder at that.“No more toilets for my little princess!” he went on happily. “Just think – you actually thought that I wouldn’t be able to nappy train you. And now you’re just another diaper-dependent baby woman.” He pulled out of the hug and cupped her face gently in his hand, wiping away her tears. “You used to make fun of girls like that, didn’t you sweetie?” he asked, his eyes glittering maliciously. “The ones who’d failed to prevent themselves being fully nappy trained by their husbands or boyfriends. Remind me what you always called them again?”Jessie screwed up her eyes in shame, crying even more. “P… P… Pamper packers!” she hiccupped.“That’s right,” her boyfriend said, nodding thoughtfully. “I guess that’s what you are now, isn’t it baby?” He spoke lightly, but his eyes were still sparkling with sadistic delight.When she didn’t answer, he put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up to look at him. “What are you, little one?” he asked firmly.Jessie sobbed again, staring up at him through her tear-stained eyes. “I’m a Pamper packer…” she whimpered.“A bit louder, sweetie.”“I’m a Pamper packer!” she cried.“And what else did you call those girls, sweetie?” he asked. “What was your other name for them?”Jessie mewled pathetically. “Diaper dumpers!” she sobbed.“And you are…” he began for her.“I’m a diaper dumper!” she wailed.Her Daddy smiled, satisfied. “That’s my good girl. I can’t wait to parade you in front of all your friends in your messy nappies. But that will have to come later. Lie down on your back, darling. I think my Pamper-packing, diaper-dumping, nappy-filling little girlfriend needs a change!”***More captions and longer stories on Patreon. …Hehe…Just a stinky little Pamper-packin’ diaper-dumper!… -- source link