A New Mommy (Patreon)

Your boyfriend had always enjoyed a bit of a power exchange dynamic. From the first date he loved to make you feel little and helpless. 

By the first year you were together, he had you wearing pull-ups full time and you had regressed into wetting your bed without even trying. You loved the DDLG dynamic, you loved being a little girl again and escaping reality. And most of all, you loved your Daddy.

But then things took a strange turn when he started dating again, leaving you home in your pull-ups, to watch kids shows on Disney +. He’d come home late so he’d have you sleep in the guest room while he brought home new girls every week.

You had no problem with it at first. You had an open relationship, you used to have sex with other guys too back when you were a big girl.

However, you were unaware that he was actually looking for someone with very specific kinks. Every once in a while, he’d introduce you to his new mistress and carefully watched her reaction as she discover your play area.

Some girls were genuinely nice about it, others were pretty disturbed and wouldn’t understand why a grown woman would lie on the floor with her stuffed animals watching kids shows. Thank god those didn’t realize you were also wearing training pants, sometimes wet ones as you shyly greeted them.

One day he finally found what he was looking for. He must’ve briefed her before introducing you to her, because it was as if she was a natural mommy. 

She was kind of nice at first, she seemed genuinely interested in learning your stuffies’ names and even sat down to watch Paw Patrol for a few minutes with you.

You were starting to think you might have a friend in her. She bought you new toys, pacifiers and bottles.

Until one night, your Daddy came home with her and they were pretty drunk. He immediately went to bed and left you alone with her for the first time. She asked you if you needed help to go to bed, but you were already wearing your pajamas, so you said you’d be fine.

Without a warning, she slid down your pants, revealing your purple Goodnites and started patting your butt, to check if you were wet. You were shocked, you had no idea she knew you were in pull-ups. 

She looked at you in the eyes, and drunkenly smiled.

‘’Do you need to pee, baby?’’ She asked.

***

Weeks had gone by and she had now taken residency in your apartment. The guest room had become your room and she was playing mommy and daddy with your boyfriend who now seemed a bit bored with the dynamic, leaving the caregiver duties mostly to her.

He used to ask ‘’did you have a little accident?’’ And you thought that was cute. Now it had become so frequent that it wasn’t called an accident anymore. He just asked ‘’are you wet?’’ Or ‘’do I need to change you again?’’ 

Eventually he even started asking his new girlfriend to check you. ‘’She’s just woke up from her nap, she probably needs her diaper changed.’’ You hated when he said it like this. Like it wasn’t his idea to turn you into a bedwetter in the first place. Like you had always worn Goodnites to bed and cuddled with teddy bears.

But what you hated the most was when she was all nice and cute with you, slowly walking towards you as if you were a sleeping baby. Surely she realized you were hiding your face from embarrassment, knowing full well that when she’d put her hand on the back of your pull-ups, she’d find it soaking wet. 

You knew it and she knew it. The only reason she still insisted on touching it was to remind you what a big baby you were, needing to be checked on.

Then she would act as if she was waking you up, whispering in a cutesy voice ‘’it’s time to change you sweetheart, let’s get you a new pull-up before you leak on the bed okay?’’ 

She always asked you, as if you had a choice. She loved that passive aggressive power exchange. She loved lying you down on your back as if you were in actual diapers and ripping the sides apart. She loved wiping you and powdering you while you tried your best to avoid her gaze, staring at the ceiling, waiting for it to end.

Most of all, she loved patting you on the butt once you were in a dry pull-up, so you could feel the soft padding between your legs. She would do it every single time she changed you. And as often as she could, to remind you of your diapered state. 

The other night you could hear her and your boyfriend loudly having sex in the other room while you were watching cartoons. It was all too much so you decided to go get some cereal in the kitchen to be further away from them. They finally finished and that bitch had the nerve to come out in her underwear, all sweaty and out of breath. She smiled at you, patting your butt through your pink pajama pants and picked up the cereal box from you. 

Like a child, she lectured you about eating cereal so late and told you it was almost your bedtime. She then proceeded to slide her fingers down your pants. She grabbed the front of your Goodnites and gently squeezed it in the palm of her hand. 

‘‘What a good girl, you’re still dry.’‘ She said in her condescending tone. 

Tears were coming to your eyes.

‘‘Do you need to pee, baby?’‘ She continued. ‘‘Tell me the truth.’‘

You slowly nodded. You knew what was gonna come next. It wasn’t the first time she put you in that situation.

‘‘Well now’s the time to go... So I can change you before bedtime. Daddy and I are gonna be very busy, so if you don’t go potty now, you won’t get a change till tomorrow morning.’‘

It was the same story as last time. She knew you couldn’t fall asleep in a wet pull-up. It was cold and uncomfortable... So you had to listen to them having sex all night on the other side of the wall.

‘‘Be a good girl for me, baby. I’ll give you your sleepy medicine so you can go beddy bye and Daddy and I won’t bother you.’‘

She grabbed your crotch a little tighter. She knew what to expect. Without a word, you obeyed her command and started peeing in your pull-ups like a little girl. You could feel the front padding expanding and getting warm. She could feel it too. A perverted smile appeared on her face and you looked down at your feet, defeated. 

She kept her hand on it until you were finished. Then she patted your butt again, tugging at the soggy bulk through your pajama pants. 

‘’Go tell Daddy your beddy byes.’’

You looked up at her, your eyes begging her to change you first.

‘’You go, baby, I’ll be waiting in your room with a clean diaper to tuck you in.’’

She then slid a light pink pacifier in your mouth before sending you off.

There was no other way. You’d have to walk up to your boyfriend’s room where he’d be sitting on the bed, covered in sweat. The bed you used to sleep in, now undone and messy, with sex toys all over it. You would have to get close to him and he would see you clutching your teddy bear, in your pink jammies, ready to say goodnight.

If you were lucky he would just kiss you on the forehead and be too tired to say anything else. Otherwise he would have you sitting on his lap in your soaking wet pull-ups, check you and comment at how little you were. 

‘’That’s my baby girl’’ He’d say. ‘’You’re so lucky you have her to watch over you, aren’t you? Look at how wet this is… you would probably leak if she wasn’t nice enough to change you.’’

You’d have no choice but to agree if you wanted a dry new Goodnite to sleep in.

Then he’d tease you and say it was time to buy you real diapers because of how often you wet them. And of course, that day would come sooner than you’d think.