I'm Jack, No Minors allowed 18+ only! I am a little/abdl 2-5, switch. I am in my 40s 😭, single, straight, male, here mostly to look and make little friends in our little abdl community. i am a 🎮 gamer and lover of TV and films. I have other hobbies please ask and I also have a kitty who helps me not to feel so alone. 😺 feel free to message if you want to chat! 🙂
❤️ wht ever little baby needs love attention cared for comfort security and pure little space sometimes not having a choose and being made to be in little space for our own good. Heart ❤️ love this and @thebrattyprincesspage this made me smile and fuzzy feeling I wish I had this so bad.
Give me ideas of what baby photos I should try if i get to it and or wht sites I should visit to try find a mummy or cg in the comments
OR send me an ask!
About my little side of anything!
Going to change my ask me to Open box! Feel free to give me ideas, ask me questions tell me something about me you like don't like anything you want the option is open!
I wish I could just have someone that would keep me in these 247 cos they tell me I belong in diapers and they dot trust me not to be out of them!.
At least I have 2 weeks to my self and il try my best to keep my self padded and small the whole time it just be easier if someone was here to enforce it (mummy type) lol
The living room glowed with soft morning sunlight filtering through the curtains.
She sat cross-legged on the fluffy rug right in front of the television, wearing her favorite Sesame Street pajamas. The long-sleeve shirt had a big smiling Elmo on the front, and the cozy bottoms were covered in the colourful characters.
The soft fabric was comfy and babyish, and the pj bottoms did nothing to hide the obvious padded bulk of her diaper underneath.
Her eyes were wide and sparkling as she watched Sesame Street. Big Bird was teaching Elmo and Abby Cadabby how to share toys in the most cheerful way possible. The bright colors and happy music filled the room.
She suckled steadily on her warm morning baba, the sweet milk tasting so comforting as she rocked gently side to side. The bottle was almost empty.
Every now and then she let out a tiny, contented hum around the nipple, completely lost in the bright puppets and silly songs.
Elmo’s so silly today, and Big Bird’s feathers look extra fluffy. Everything feels so nice and warm and safe… she thought dreamily.
In the background, Daddy hummed while washing dishes after breakfast. The clink of plates and running water mixed softly with the cartoon music.
She barely noticed. She was too busy finishing her baba, too happy sitting right here in her favourite little spot with her blankie draped over her lap.
With one last big suckle, the bottle emptied. She set it down carefully beside her and popped her paci into her mouth instead, clutching her blankie tighter against her chest. The soft fabric brushed her cheek as she bounced lightly to the next song, eyes never leaving the screen.
A funny, warm pressure started growing in her tummy.
She shifted a little, but her eyes never left the screen.
Elmo was laughing now, and Abby was flying around with sparkles. It made her giggle behind her paci.
But that familiar pressure only stayed there in her tummy, threatening to interrupt her Sunday morning cartoons.
Nooo… not now, she thought, cheeks already tingling with a faint blush. I don’t wanna stop watching…I can just stay right here.
She ignored it, bouncing gently on her knees as Elmo and Abby sang. The pressure grew stronger, but she was too deep in her floaty headspace to care.
A tiny toot slipped out. Then another. She barely noticed, content in her carefree bubble.
Daddy walked in from the kitchen, drying his hands on a dish towel. He slipped on his glasses, sat down on the couch with his tablet, and smiled softly when he saw his baby girl.
Just the sight of her paci bobbing steadily, blankie clutched tight, and being completely mesmerised by the bright noisy characters made his heart melt.
“Is your tummy all full now from breakfast and your baba, princess?” he asked warmly, his voice full of gentle affection.
“Uh huh, Dada…” she mumbled around her paci, eyes still glued to the screen, not even turning her head.
Daddy opened his tablet and started reading the morning news, but he kept glancing over at her with that knowing little smile.
He already knew exactly what was coming. His baby always made her morning stinkies after breakfast.
It was her body’s sweet, predictable routine, and he loved every part of taking care of it.
She kept bouncing happily on her knees as the characters sang even louder and more joyfully. The pressure in her tummy grew stronger and more urgent, but it still felt distant and unimportant, like background noise in her perfect little headspace.
Another toot escaped and this one was louder but surprisingly she didn’t even register it.
Then, without any conscious thought, her body took over completely.
She subconsciously shifted forward onto her knees in that classic toddler pose, bottom slightly raised, back arched just a little, legs spread for balance.
She didn’t even realise she was doing it.
Her eyes stayed locked on the bright, colourful screen as Elmo and his friends started a lively new dance song about friendship.
She suckled harder on her paci, clutched her blankie a little tighter against her chest, and pushed ever so slightly.
A warm, mushy fullness slowly began to fill the back of her diaper. The soft, heavy load came out with almost no effort at all, it was warm and thick and smooth, spreading gently and steadily against her skin in that unmistakable squishy way.
It kept coming, filling the seat of her diaper more and more until the padding felt noticeably heavier and warmer, the mess pressing softly in all the squishiest, most intimate places.
Her tummy finally felt so much lighter and better, but her diaper felt so much fuller now, the warm mush cradling her in a way that was both embarrassing and strangely comforting.
Still facing the TV and deep in her happy little world, she relaxed completely and sat back down cross-legged without thinking. The mess squished noticeably underneath her, warm and mushy, spreading even more as she settled into her soaked nightime diaper.
She let out a tiny, contented sigh around her paci and kept watching, completely unbothered, her eyes sparkling with delight as Elmo and friends danced across the screen.
Feels better now, she thought feeling relieved and still in a daze.
Daddy watched the whole thing unfold from the couch. He saw the bouncing, heard the little toots, and noticed the exact moment she filled her diaper. He cringed slightly at the thought of the cleanup, but his smile stayed soft and loving. His baby looked so peaceful sitting there in her messy diaper, completely lost in her cartoons, paci bobbing happily.
He set his tablet down and approached quietly, crouching down behind her.
“Hey baby girl,” he said casually. “Do you smell something funny?”
She didn’t answer, still staring at the screen.
He tried again, gently tugging the back of her Sesame Street pj bottoms. “Princess, I asked if you can smell anything funny… because I certainly can.”
She finally turned around, paci still in her mouth, and gave him a sweet, innocent smile. “I can smell something funny, Dada. Did you toot?”
Daddy’s eyebrows rose in amusement as he let out a low chuckle and shook his head in disbelief. “No little one, that wasn’t me”.
Deciding not to humour her today and risk his princess getting a diaper rash, he wasted no time revealing exactly where the funny smell was coming from.
He gently lifted her to her feet and spun her around, pulling back the waistband of her pj bottoms and diaper to check the mess.
“Oh honey,” he said, voice warm with loving tease. “That’s one very messy didi. You sure did make a big stinky for Daddy, didn’t you? Look at all that mushy surprise you left for me in your cute little Sesame Street pants.”
She froze. The realisation hit her like a tidal wave. The warm mush, the heavy weight, the fact that she had just happily sat in it while watching cartoons.
Her cheeks burned bright red. She covered her face with both hands, mortified, squirming in place as the mess shifted again.
Daddy gently pulled her hands away and looked her right in the eyes, determined to make her cheeks turn that pretty shade of pink.
“Baby girl, when Daddy asks you a question, I expect an answer. Now… are you Dada’s little stinker? Hmm?”
She squirmed harder, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. Her voice came out tiny and shy.
“Y-yes…”
Daddy chuckled softly and tilted her chin up.
“Yes what, princess?”
She pouted, cheeks flaming hotter than ever.
“Yes… I’m Dada’s little stinker.”
“That’s right,” he praised warmly, pulling her into a big hug and rocking her gently. “You’re Dada’s sweet little stinker who made a big messy stinky in her diaper. I’m so proud of you for telling me like a good girl.”
She hid her burning face in his chest, but a tiny, shy smile appeared anyway. Daddy’s praise always made the embarrassment feel a little warmer, even as the heavy, squishy mess reminded her exactly what she’d done.
He scooped her up effortlessly into his arms, cooing softly as he carried her upstairs. “Now that you’ve told Daddy about your dirty diaper like a good girl, how about we go get that messy butt all clean and into a fresh diapie, princess?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and nodded, still blushing furiously as he carried her, fussing over her with gentle kisses and whispers the whole way.
"Lift up your pretty dress, baby," I ordered. "Show Daddy's friends what you're wearing underneath."
April's cheeks flushed, and she looked up at me imploringly, even as the men and women around us started to titter. "Please, Daddy," she whispered. "Please don't make me... I don't want them to see..."
"You should've thought of that before you started wetting your pants like a toddler, April," I said. “Now do as you’re told. Don't make me ask you again, young lady."
Looking tearful, April slowly raised the hem of her skirt, revealing the thick disposable diaper she wore beneath. The crowd around us burst into laughter at the sight of it. Many of them were our mutual friends, April's friends too from before her demotion to babyhood, but none of them saw her as an adult anymore. After months of carefully engineering public accidents and potty emergencies, not to mention a myriad of other babyish behaviours, I'd managed to strip her of her status as a big girl in the eyes of everyone who knew her.
Kneeling down, I pressed my hand to the front of her nappy and felt the warm squishiness within. "A bit soggy," I announced, to the raucous amusement of my guests, "but a change can wait until after the Easter egg hunt, I think. She hasn't made her morning messy yet, and all that rushing about is sure to get things moving!"
Our friends laughed even harder, and April's face went scarlet. "I don't wanna do a stupid Easter egg hunt, Daddy!" she whined, sounding exactly like a fussy three-year-old.
"All the children are taking part, April," I said firmly, delivering a sharp smack to the inside of her thigh, "and that includes you. Girls who still need diapers don't get to sit and have champagne with the grown-ups. You'll be toddling around the garden with the other kiddies, hunting for eggs."
April's bottom lip trembled. "But I'll look so stupid," she whimpered.
I ran my fingers through her hair, tucking a few strands behind her ear, and said, in a far more gentle voice than before, "You're going to look adorable, darling. You're so pretty in your little outfit. My baby bunny." I leaned in closer, so that nobody else could hear. "Tell you what, princess, if you can find the most eggs, I'll let you have an orgasm. Would you like that, baby? Would you like a little clitty tickle?"
April's eyes widened and she nodded eagerly. She hadn't been allowed an orgasm in a long time. I smiled. I wouldn't really let her cum of course, but on the off-chance she won, it would be worth dealing with a tantrum or two to see her stomping around the garden in a wet (and soon to be stinky) nappy, trying her hardest to find the most Easter eggs.
"Babys wear diapers and you are wearing one, so that makes you a baby".
(Walks to the mirror)
"See baby is wearing their diaper!"
Is My fav quote from a abdl story!
The quote is changed slightly to make it gender neutral but the quote is originally from a story about a college age girl and her mommy. Link is in the comments if you want to read the story!
Stop me at the front door before we go out to make sure I have a dry diaper on?
Carry my diaper bag everywhere we go?
Sneak some of your favorite diapers from my stash to your house for when I come over to visit, and make me sleep in just a diaper during sleepovers so you can "keep an eye on things?"
Give me butt pat's randomly throughout the day and pretend like you're not checking me?
Leave one of my diapers in the pouch of your car seat and "forget" about it when you take me and your friends out for drinks?
Ask me if I need a change exactly when I need one, but dont tell me how you knew I needed one?
Set up an elaborate plan where you'll just absolutely HAVE to change me at your parents' Christmas party because I accidentally drank too much of the punch you were constantly passing my way?
Find any reason on earth to bring up anything about me wearing and needing diapers and how involved you are in that while i'm trying really hard to talk about normal big boy life?
Ask me "uh huh. And who wears the diapers in this house?" Anytime you want to win an argument?
Treat me like a toddler because you think it's adorable how I react?
Ask me, "Does that fit over your diapers okay, buddy?" When you take me shopping for clothes?
Ask me if I'm wet in a public situation loud enough for me to hear it, but just quiet enough for everyone else to miss it?
Watch me waddle all over town, but never say that it's obvious?
Say, "Are you happy to see me, or is that just your wet diaper?" When you get handsy?
Call me your "Little Potty Pants Goober." Whenever you feel like it?
Change me during an adventure, like on a hike, or on a climbing trip where you take your sweet time untaping my old diaper, cleaning me up, rubbing butt paste on my booty and privates, unfolding and taping on the new diaper just to make me nervous and squirmy?
Order restocks of the diapers you think I look cutest in, even if it means I'll only have baby-ish diapers to wear to work and everywhere else I go? And mention that you set up an auto order for them so I'll have no choice but to wear them?
Make me a changing schedule that has been formed so perfectly that you'll be the only one changing my diapers from now on? And adding the additional rule that I'll be in trouble if I try to do it myself?
Make me keep my diapers on during every "special feel good time" so I dont have any accidents on the bed?
Notice the bulk of my diapers through my clothes, but denying that anyone can tell?
Drive me everywhere, and give me constant checks throughout the car ride?
Help me pack my suitcase full of diapers for a vacation, but insist that you carry some extra diapers in your carry-on just in case I'll need a change on the way there?
Keep it a secret that you're taking me to a nude beach after you tape me into the most childish diaper I own?
Ask the waiter for a kids' menu "for the big boy here" so you can send me straight to little space just because you think it's cute?
Wake up before I do to sneakily give my nighttime diaper a check so you know if I'll need a change right away or not?
Secretly convert the guest bedroom into a nursery while I'm on a business trip so you can surprise me with my new way of life when I get back?
Give me a strict bedtime that results in an 8+ hour night sleep so that you can guarantee super soaked nighttime diapers because you think it's adorable how much of a bedwetter I am?
Tell a few of your trusted close friends that your boyfriend is still in diapers, and then proceed to tell me that you told them before they come over for game night?
Learn my body's routine so well that you dont really need to check me anymore. You just know that I'll need a change at a certain time of day?
Message me things like "How's your diaper doin' kiddo?" "Have you changed yet?" "Get home soon so we can get you changed before dinner's ready!" "Did you remember to bring your diaper bag with you?" "I bet you're probably soaked right now, huh?"
Bring my diaper bag into the amusement park with us whether I'll need it or not because you know the bag will be checked and the contents will be removed? And that you'll need to open it at random because you might need to find the sunscreen, chapstick, tissues, water, snacks, phone, wallet, sunglasses, and anything else you might have stashed in there?
Okay, cool...
Yeah, I think I'll have to say yes to that because all the butterflies in my tummy told me to. Sorry, I dont make the rules.
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