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Hard not to feel like a baby when your poopin in these 🫣
I Wanna Be Sedated
The cute little diaper boy in the picture is the always adorable, perpetually pampered @crinklyalex!
Timmy was smack dab in the middle of a no-good, dirty, rotten day.
Intense, sterile incandescent light flooded the waiting room, highlighting his puffy eyes and flushed cheeks—remnants of his tantrum on the way here.
The receptionist’s smile was warm and welcoming, though Timmy couldn’t bear to meet her friendly gaze.
Not when his diaper crinkled merrily with every step, unmistakable against the silence of the room.
Not when Mommy held his hand, practically dragging him forward to the receptionist’s desk.
But what really bothered Timmy wasn’t even that the pediatrician’s waiting room was an abomination of pastel paint, filled with infantile toys and magazines, and the lingering smell of used diapers.
No, what flustered Timmy the most was how much it looked like he belonged there.
I think this diaper is full?
Do pink diapers make me a sissy baby? 😳
I absolutely would rather cum in my diaper
Mommy’s away…sissy baby will play…
Started with Goodnites, ended up in diapers, and probably the right move. Mommy knows best!
Just a Good Boy
Mommy knelt down in front of Tim, adjusting the collar of his onesie and smoothing his hair with practiced affection. "Now listen closely, sweetheart," she said with a kiss on his nose, "Mommy has to be away tonight, but don’t worry: I’ve arranged for a very special babysitter to look after you." Tim’s eyes widened instantly. He didn’t need to ask who. Mommy smiled knowingly as she stood, grabbing her purse. "Be on your best behavior for Amanda, okay? You know what happens to naughty boys. But good boys? Good boys get… rewards." With a wink, she slipped out the door, her heels clicking against the tile as the sound slowly faded.
Tim's breath hitched the moment he saw Amanda standing in the doorway, purse slung over her shoulder and that familiar teasing glint in her eye. She didn’t even have to say a word just her presence was enough. His cheeks flushed pink, and his knees pressed together automatically, the soft warmth blooming in his pull-up as excitement took over. He hadn’t even gotten a proper hello out before it happened. It was like muscle memory now: Amanda meant attention. Amanda meant no using the potty. Amanda meant cummies.
"Aww, someone missed me," Amanda cooed, already wrapping him in a tight, squishy hug. "Did my little guy just make tinkles for me? Mmm, I bet you did. I can feel that warm soggy tushie through your pants."
Tim whimpered softly into her shoulder, too overwhelmed to answer. The scent of her shampoo, the crinkle of his damp padding, the low, knowing tone in her voice, it all folded over him like a weighted blanket. Mommy was great, of course. Mommy kept him safe and snug. But Amanda? Amanda played with him. Amanda knew what a needy little boy he really was.
Before long, he was stripped and laid back on the changing table in his nursery. Amanda worked efficiently, humming a tune as she cleaned him up. Her touch was casual, familiar. He didn’t even flinch when she pressed the cold wipe against him, he was too focused on the way her eyes kept flicking downward, like she was inspecting him.
"Hmm…" Amanda tapped her chin playfully. "I think I see a very good boy here. Do you think you’ve earned a little extra, hmm, crinklebutt?"
Tim nodded so fast his binky nearly bounced out of his mouth.
That was all she needed.
Her fingers slowed as she unfolded the fresh diaper, keeping it close to his skin, but not taping it up. Instead, she cupped him gently, just enough to make him squirm and moan through his pacifier. “That’s it,” she whispered, “Show me how much you missed me.”
As she worked him expertly with soft, deliberate touches, Amanda leaned close, her voice like syrup in his ear. "You know this is where you belong, don’t you? Diapered and needy. Boys like you don't need big boy things, just thick, crinkly pampers and someone to take care of your little urges. That’s the truth, baby. All boys belong in diapers where they can be kept cute, safe… and completely under control."
Tim let out a stuttering gasp, hips bucking helplessly as the pleasure overtook him. His body shook on the padded mat of the changing table, his soft moans muffled by his pacifier. The release came in waves hot, overwhelming, unstoppable. His fingers curled, his legs trembled, and all he could do was ride it out as Amanda held him steady, guiding every twitch and whimper like she’d done it a hundred times before.
Amanda didn’t flinch. She simply guided him through it, watching calmly as his body spasmed, catching every drop in the waiting diaper. When he finally slumped back, limp and red-faced, Amanda smiled. “Good boy,” she purred, taping the diaper up snug around his hips. “Now you’ve got something warm and sticky to remind you that you belong in diapers.”
Tim nodded, eyes glassy, heart racing. Amanda leaned down and kissed his forehead. “That’s my good boy,” she whispered, her voice thick with pride and possession.
Got a new onesie and first ever plastic pants! Put them to the test right away! 😊
Oh my little angel, I don’t think you realize what you’re asking.
I want you to finally be potty trained so we can get you out of pull-ups. You really think you need to go BACK to wearing diapers? And 24/7?
I don’t think you understand what that means. No we aren’t going to play at it. There is no trial run. There isn’t any deciding you don’t like it and going back. If you need diapers, you’ll be in diapers.
Every pair of big girl panties in your drawers? Thrown out. You’ll never need them again. We will fill your dressers with the necessary diapers, inserts, powders and creams.
When you need to pee? You will just go, right then and there. When you need to mess? You will squat down and grunt and push, right there no matter who is around. Doesn’t matter where we are or what we are doing, your only choice is using your diaper. There are no asking for changes. Only babies where diapers 24/7 and daddy decides when you get changed.
You will forget what a toilet is. You’ll get so used to the bulk between your legs, you’ll forget what it’s like to not be in your padded prison.
The only times you’ll be a nakey baby is when you are getting a necessary bath, or those brief interludes when you’re going from a stinky wet diaper to a fresh new one.
Oh no, you absolutely don’t get sex anymore. I don’t want to be inside someone who needs diapers every day and every night. You don’t get that privelege. If you get lucky enough to be allowed to cum, it’ll be in your diaper, and only one that’s used. Orgasms don’t seem like something necessary for a padded princess like yourself.
Everyone will know. Between your waddling, the crinkling, the smell of powder or worse, I don’t see how your new state could be disguised. If you are capable of finding it? Well I’ll also be checking you regardless who might be around. If you’re consistently diapered up I can’t risk you getting a rash. That’s much more important than trying to keep your little predicament a secret.
Also, let’s not forget your room would give away any hints you’re pathetic self didn’t already. The diaper pail, the changing table, all the necessities of a 24/7 baby.
Now, I don’t know what we will do about going to the pool or the beach, I’m not sure the make swimming diapers for a girl your size but I certainly don’t trust a full time pissy pants in a bikini. Maybe that’s one more consequence of this decision.
What? You’re rethinking this? That’s unfortunate because as we’ve been talking about it I really started to feel like maybe you do need to be a little 24/7 diaper dependent baby. Let’s go put on one of the few diapers you DO have and go to the store. We have a lot of shopping to do…
Truth Hurts
“Ugh, she’s so annoying,” you think to yourself.
You watch as she takes an endless stream of selfies, giggling as she sends them to someone. Probably her boyfriend. Not like she told you.
And now this ditsy, bratty girl is your authority figure.
The reason shouldn’t be surprising to you. You are, after all, standing in a poopy diaper hoping she’ll finally put down the phone and change you.
She giggles again as her phone rings. “Whaaat,” she says in a whiny, playful voice, “I am! She’s right here!”
Twinkle twinkle
Soggy Saturday
End of the Road
“Okay, sweetie, Jen just got here to babysit you so I’m gonna head out. You behave, okay? I don’t want to hear you misbehaved tonight.”
I give her my best puppy dog eyes, begging her to stay.
“Awwww, stop!” she giggles, “Not the puppy eyes! How can I resist my little cutie when he gives me the puppy eyes in his cutest onesie?”
I smile—maybe she won’t leave after all. “Y-ou don’ hafta weave!” I say through my paci, laying on my cutest voice, “You can thtay here wif’ me!”
“I wish, cutie! But Mommy needs to have some big girl fun tonight. I love spending time with my little guy, but I have my own needs, too.”
Mommy……I think I’m wet…..