Diaper Doms - Part 1 (Patreon)

In our community diapers themselves are usually used to demean someone, to embarrass them or to help someone else feel control over them. Either that or just something done by choice because it makes the one using them feel cute, safe, and Little. There are some though who use them for very different reasons. There are some who either need them for a medical condition or wear them by choice, but don’t let the crinkly garments change what kind of person they are... the kind of dominant person they are. They are a pretty rare breed of diaper girls. The Diaper Doms. Which one will you choose?

Take this ^ girl for example. Her name is Lindsey. At first glance most in our community might just write her off as a simple cute little diaper girl, but she’s so much more than that.

Bachelorette #1 – Lindsey: “Awwwwwww! Well hello there sweetheart. Aren’t you just the cutest little thing I ever did see? Hmmm? Who am I? I’m Lindsey of course little one. Nice to make your acquaintance.

My gosh you are just adorable. How old are you dear? I can’t imagine any older than maybe... I don’t know... ten at the very most?”

She reaches over and rubs her hand through your hair, giving you very light scratches on the top of your head and leading down the back of your neck. She looks your body over a little, examining you from head to toe as if measuring up every part of you with her eyes.

“Oh yes, I think you’ll do just perfectly cutie patootie.”

She leans back and sits down on the couch where you catch a flash of white padding underneath her flowy yellow dress. Lindsey’s blue eyes study you but have a pure sense of innocence in them that just make you want to melt into a puddle and do anything she says.

“What’s that face for dear?” She says curiously. “Oh, I bet I know. You saw these, didn’t you?” Lindsey asks as she takes ahold of her yellow skirt and raises it up so that you have a much clearer view of the bright white padding hiding under her dress. Her smile at you grows as she raises a hand to her mouth and nibbles on a few of her fingers in a clearly flirtatious way while she shows off her secret to you. Your mouth turns dry as you stare at the sight in front of you, truthfully at a loss in how you should react.

“They’re diapers sweetie.” Lindsey asks, chuckling a little. “Are you surprised to see me wearing them?” The white padding on her crotch feels like such a sharp contrast to the otherwise very confident and adult looking woman in front of you; complete with a nice tan, ample cleavage, and a very confident look on her face. “Aren’t they just the cutest?” She asks. “I first tried them a few years ago and I just fell in love with them. You wouldn’t believe how soft and comfy they are.” There was a small twinkle in her eye. “Or maybe... maybe you would know.” Her eyes drift down towards the pants you’re wearing and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what she’s trying to determine. “Is that it cutie? Do you already know exactly how one of them feels cause you’re wearing one now? Hmmm?” She smiles as she lets her skirt fall into place and lifts herself off the bed with the grace of a ballerina, before coming towards you.

You think maybe that you should move away, but Lindsey’s perfume wafts into your nostrils like a hypnotic drug. She places her hands on your tummy and lower back, humming gently to herself. Lindsey can sense your reservations and coo’s at you softly to calm you. “It’s okay dear, no need to worry. Lindsey’s just gonna check real quick.” She brushes a hand softly over your cheek before reaching down and pulling out the front of your pants, inspecting your underwear.

“Hmmm... you’re dry for now, but I don’t know if we should take any chances.” She smiles at you, and takes you by the hand. She leads you into a room filled with toys, stuffed animals, a large playpen, and a changing table. “Here you go cutie, hold this to make you feel better.” She says before handing you a stuffed bunny.

“I come in here every once in a while to play, but not as much as I used to. It would be so nice to someone new to hang out in here and take care of.” Her smile widens as she walks over to the changing table and gives it a few soft pats. “Come on baby doll. I can see the look on your face. I can tell exactly what kind of baby you are. There’s no denying it. Come over here and let Lindsey change you. Then I’ll make you a snack while you play for a while. All you have to do is give in and choose me...
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This story was written by Zander Chesney

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